Name: Observe by spoopy shallowday
Duration: 2 min 38 s
Description: made this song in 30 minutes with a Tascam DR-40 and an Accoustic guitar.

Sounds very freak-folkish, i love the addition of the background vocals

I made this in a couple of hours for my weirdos.

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Hey Mr. Phil,
lemme offer you a hand.
And let me help you figure it out
down in Punxsutawney-land.

You just a whistle pig.
You don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

Hey Mr. Dick,
leave the caterpillar alone.
How many years of being wrong 
before you pack it up and go home?

You don't speak no woolly bear.
and you don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

So there's these bunch of assholes.
A whole meteorological family.
Gonna call themselves the Weather Channel,
and still go and fuck me?

You got how many weather nerds?
and you still can't get it right?
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

Hey fuel station attendant man.
Just sell me the smokes and gas.
If I wanted your input on the weather,
I'd just fucking ask.

But I don't.
and you don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weather man.
I'll just go outside.

Stephen Malson's Album

Whistle Pig

The Wrong Side

In The Heat Of The Night (Rough Demo)

made this song in 30 minutes with a Tascam DR-40 and an Accoustic guitar.

Observe

Sometimes when you go to a concert, you may get shot.

Its not your taste in music

mollify the morning,
mended to a maybe maze of cut-out-carefully's,
all am I adorning,
flesh for scorning,
this clocking tick of urine and feces,

even oddballs get their bounce around,
but no one seems to see the things he see's...

eyes shuttered, 
cries cluttered,
nightmarriage,
disparage,

dreams drenched in worse than dying death,
with babies black upon their breath,
humans hither to wither,
in the septic slither,
paving gold on human mold,
and human luggage bought and sold,

longing lights,
but I'm not right,
plant my pain the past,
the more I reach,
for blest beseech,
the longer I cast,
shadow shapes,
that drape the gape,
of my black holy heart,

stars collapse with rasp of gasp,
...oh let me shine through,

the inkling of a twinkling eye,
still knows the throes of tear-drip-dry,
my heart to bleed forevermore,
thy knock unlock my dead end door,

visions unveil a path putrid and pale,
monster machine famine feeds on dreams,
wonder of wings parches on my streams,
to unstifle the stars long left,
so still born brittle and bereft,
the dream devourer daunts me down,
and I must stand on sinking ground,

mausoleum milking maid,
greyful land of a wasting off white widow,
pulse emulses till you wade
your woes in the lows where the ghasting one goes,

suicideways,
don't you go that way,
just put it off until tomorrow tears,
trickling time to tongue a morbid mime,
you'll get yours,
and soon they will get theirs,
outside birds bleat bliss,
the day-bringer,
he welcomes you to keep uncommon cares,

self spire, holds fire, in water's attire,
the spheres celeste churn in your chest,
no longer longing like the rest,
just one sip on the lip of our lakes sweet sip,
yet your ripples reach the furthest shores,
so raise that vibration of yours,

what you were is dead and gone,
step out of your tomb,
who will sing your sacred songs from the skies to the gloom?
who will scream those sacred songs all teeming to life?

only you will fulfill those fathoms of fate,

beyond death your breath intones,
the sacred truth so long unknown,
no words could ever cage it's clasp.
held heaving in your grieving grasp,

stars scream awake,
for the sake of forsake,
pulling the weeds,
whittling out from your deed,
weighing your worth,
wrought form your death till birth,

they echo to the furthest sun,
the lies you've spoke,
the wrong you've done,
done shrivel like a shirking glance,
that can't accept a second chance,

AWAKEN TO YOUR TRUE SELF

Maybe Maze

A butterfly of energy and stained glass wings in a meadow of pixels defined by a height map.

One Hour Compo, Tracked XM, Fast Tracker 2

One Hour Compo

Metal Butterfly

One Hour Compo - Metal Butterfly

Welcome to the first in a series of tracks entitled "Psychic Spelunking" : To master the mind arts, one must first master the mind.  This series and each piece are inspired by the original gateway experiments.

psychic spelunking 101

7th planar circuit

Inspired by the Monroe Institute Gateway experiments.

psychic spelunking

the inner code

Another Throwback Thursday mix from the vault!

This all vinyl mix is probably one of my most popular ones from back in the day, the acapella at the beginning kinda served as my de-facto intro whenever I played an underground rave.

Excited to share this one with you all again... it's Bad Pills from 2004!

Tracklisting:

1. Opaque - Bad Pills Accapella - Flash Traxx
2. Spacestorm - This is the Storm - STIK
3. Charlotte Birch & Colin B - Dreams - Bulletproof
4. Fast Floor - Sirens of Time - Sectioned
5. Ellee Dee - Voodoo People - White Label (Prodigy Remix)
6. Kai Jaxx vs. Hyper - Reset Your Mind - Blutonium Records
7. DJ Virus - Masterz of Bass - Blutonium Records
8. DJ Virus & Blutonium Boy - Paranoid - Blutonium Records
9. McBain vs. Mendoza - I've Got Your Pleasure - Hard Trax
10. Fallout Boy - Drug Is The Master - Bulletproof
11. DJ Slideout - Reflection - Wicked Tunes
12. Jay Walker - I Am Here - Mohawk

Approx. Running Time: 70 Mins

DJ Joe Rowe - Bad Pills

This is not edm.
This is always aggression
Passive
or Assertive
This is to expunge

Observe

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