So Clear

So Clear (umru corrosion)

hung-up

Buy link: https://molekul.bandcamp.com

Title: LOUD PRESSINGS 04
Artist: Bours?
Label: Loud Pressings
Catalog: LP04
Release Date: 15.10.24
Format: Vinyl & Digital
Mastering: Hardgroove Mastering
Artwork: PG Pasquet
Tracklist: 
A. True Force
B. Bandit Ken

Bours?
https://soundcloud.com/bours1
https://www.instagram.com/bours_1/

Loud Pressings
https://soundcloud.com/molekulpage
https://www.instagram.com/molekul_records/
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RAW
Website: https://raw-people.com
Instagram: https://instagram.com/rawppl
Bandcamp: https://rawppl.bandcamp.com
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rawppl
Facebook: https://facebook.com/rawppl
Youtube: https://youtube.com/c/RAWppl
Spotify: https://spotify.link/KdBmfeIJdDb
Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/label/raw/89186
Telegram: https://t.me/rawpplaA

Buy link

Premiere: Bours? - Bandit Ken [LP04]

lyrics:

viscera in the drainage
i can't bear to think about it
going through the ages
lock myself away until i'm down and out of it
and i'm terrified of aging
heaven prove the mirror's the one that's wrong
i know you've never ever seen who's really me

skin, bone, fuzz, everything made to die sometime
tragically real in the meantime
desperately trying to shape mine, to shape mine
time, depth, space, losing my real in the same place
body's so sore to me most days
returning to form is a failstate, no failsafe

to watch myself become a monster
to feel my skin turn to scales
to feel my claws come in, it feels so much better than nothing changing at all
skin starts bubbling
my form starts stretching and changing
i still don't see myself in reflections
but it's still a direction

skin, bone, fuzz, everything made to die sometime
tragically real in the meantime
desperately trying to shape mine, to shape mine
time, depth, space, losing my real in the same place
body's so sore to me most days
returning to form is a failstate, no failsafe

viceheart

lyrics:

(bend, break)

i gotta get me off my mind
heart is bigger than my eyes i'm paralyzed
i see both sides like ocean's eyes
stick a needle in my eye before my time
do you ever think i'm not like, like, like, you, you
not like you, not like you
do you ever think i'm not like like, like, you, you
you'd never get it, even if i gotta spell shit out

(bend, break)

i gotta get me off my mind
heart is bigger than my eyes i'm paralyzed
i see both sides like ocean's eyes
stick a needle in my eye before my time
do you ever think i'm not like, like, like, you, you
not like you, not like you
do you ever think i'm not like like, like, you, you
you'd never get it, even if i gotta spell shit out

spare parts no body of mine
cut open my chest
let my ribs be the wings that take you home
i want this cage to always keep you close
live off the light in your eyes
dig into my bones
let my sternum be the mast that guides you home
my breathing lungs will always keep you warm

log into my brain and change the password on my eyes
i overdid it, reality is down for the count
talking to my friends inside my head all night
you'd never get it, even if i gotta spell shit out

do you ever think i'm not like, like, like, you, you
not like you, not like you
do you ever think i'm not like like, like, you, you
you'd never get it, even if i gotta—
(number 5 alive)

i gotta get me off my mind
heart is bigger than my eyes i'm paralyzed
i see both sides like ocean's eyes
stick a needle in my eye before my time
do you ever think i'm not like, like, like, you, you
not like you, not like you
do you ever think i'm not like like, like, you, you
you'd never get it, even if i gotta spell shit out

orphan source

lyrics:

willow trees spill your solvent dissolve the levee
needles stem from the vivisection of memory
holding onto a promise i wish was empty
how's your frame holding up cuz my bones are heavy
shattered glass mimic synapses with envy
hide your eyes from the world until you're ready
steal the light from the moon while she scruples wearily
expunge all thoughts
until you mirror your walls, you're alone again already

give me a chance to redeem myself and we'll start again
free your hooves from the dirt which our bond was buried in
i've got no excuse
i— there's something in the water
you're guarded like your father, ignore your angel daughter
your heart is aching from feeling your bedside empty
so let your horn pierce the sky make clear your caring
i've got no excuse
i—her eyes feel like no other
your muzzle burrows further
in hopes of aching no more

her insides meet gods

holding your sleeping body i prayed to god for the first time in my life that i would be able... - Ada Rook

Original Video: https://youtu.be/Ao_j1TQHMjg?feature=shared

holding your sleeping body i prayed to god for the first time in my life that i would be able... - Ada Rook

'Point A'
SoundCloud only.

—
This one’s for U . . .
		. . . but U gotta look into my eyes first . . . 

I want you to be mad you didn’t think of it
I want you to want to keep the plastic
I want you to extract the acapella
I want you to feel like you can grasp it

I want that Poplife walk right talk nice
I want that first-class New York to Japan flight
I use my God-given name more than the one you call me
I didn’t have a choice， you didn’t earn the right

I’m in six figures of debt to multiple parties
I don’t regret anything more than making Johnny johnny
I can’t wait no more， cut the room in half — 
Girls to the front， boys to the back！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I split myself in two，  I didn’t mean to give it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I . . . O . . . U！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

—
Written and recorded in Chicago IL， San Francisco CA， Los Angeles CA， Brooklyn NY， Queens NY.

Point A

Let God Sort Em Out

P.O.V.

@underscores / @NotActuallyRobin / @bringyourknapsack / @circuithour

https://genius.com/Underscores-circuit-hour-knapsack-robin-no-money-lyrics

On the evening of the 2nd of February 2019, the FORM community got together once again to create the next in line to the 'All Nighter' series. We couldn't be prouder to share what our artists have came back with. From harsh splittercore to soothing lofi beats to a rap about being broke, All Nighter Vol. 2 highlights the fresh talent of the URL scene. 

All money raised through sales and streams of this album will be donated to the Boys & Girls Clubs of America - a cause supporting children and families on low incomes. 

Everything you are about to hear has been entirely composed, produced, and mastered in the space of one day. 

Thirty-one tracks. Thirty-eight artists. Twenty-four hours.

Download

underscores, NotActuallyRobin, knapsack & Circuit Hour  - NO MONEY!!!

https://aphextwin.warp.net/release/86013-the-tuss-rushup-edge-

2007 Rushup Edge (2017 Expanded Version)

The Tuss - rushup i bank 12 M.wav

making bimbo beats to stop the AuDHD from clawing at the inside of my skull (*/ω＼*)

she/her 🏳️‍⚧️⚧️

email - mckinley.maia22@gmail.com

hung-up

MaiMaiMaia

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