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"Voodoo KIng" is a blues track with tribal drums, a big, eerie church organ, synth guitar, and haunting, boastful lyrics by The Voodoo King.

I'm The Voodoo King of New Orleans

A band apart play their version of this atmospheric track from Kill Bill 2. A Band Apart cover a variety of songs from all the Quentin Tarantino movies - available for weddings and other bookings right now! Get in touch at www.facebook.com/Abandapartuk

Recorded at the Boneyard Studio: boneyardstudio.co.uk

Goodnight Moon (Kill Bill 2)

In light of current events, namely the release of the new Axe FX II Firmware (16.04.1), I've decided to test the new large spring reverb algorithm on this surf song.

You can hear my guitar right in the middle, the rest sounds a bit wobbly, because I've tried to cancel out the original guitar player with phase/mono and after that stereo widening tricks.

The Lively Ones | Surf Rider

The Sisters of Mercy - Rare Obscurities-02-Garden of Delight

Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon

Starsailor - 'Four To The Floor'

Somebody To Love (Jefferson Airplane)

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THE GUGGENHEIM GROTTO - Wisdom

A reflective, modern pay-it-forward song with intimate vocal, acoustic guitar, soft piano, and brushed drums. Rolling 6/8 sway, lyric-led verses, and a gentle lift in the refrain. Pop-friendly polish, nature imagery, and a warm, optimistic arc.

[LYRICS]

When the night draws down her curtain,
stars keep faithful count of light;
paths are veiled yet sure and certain,
as orbits sing in ordered flight.
Watch them move with steady measure,
wax and wane, then turn again;
so the heart can find its treasure,
of mercy falling like the rain.

Lo, it flows, it flows forever,
turning mist to kindly cloud;
then fall in grace that none can sever,
to make deserts bloom aloud.

Ask the Bees of their patient labor,
of how that nectar comes and goes;
ask the flowers, ask your neighbor,
of what your tender silence sows.
If a heart is bowed and grieving,
wipe that tear and tarry nigh;
we will reap by gentle leaving,
gentle good beneath the sky.

Lo, it flows, it flows forever,
turning mist to kindly cloud;
then fall in grace that none can sever,
to make deserts bloom aloud.

Like sunrise to sunset turning,
Wandering souls shall soon return;
you who read the sky by tracing,
we learn to love as seasons turn.
Unto thee is beauty granted,
When thy Yes is true and free;
Rooted, watered, kindly planted,
You’ll grow in love that others see.

Lo, it flows, it flows forever,
turning mist to kindly cloud;
then fall in grace that none can sever,
to make deserts bloom aloud.

Ye Who Would Read the Sky (Pay It Forward)

The Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major, K. 331 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Movement Three - Rondo Alla Turca (Turkish March).

Rondo Alla Turca

Give me back my broken night 
my mirrored room, my secret life 
it's lonely here, 
there's no one left to torture 
Give me absolute control 
over every living soul 
And lie beside me, baby, 
that's an order! 
Give me crack and anal sex 
Take the only tree that's left 
and stuff it up the hole 
in your culture 
Give me back the Berlin wall 
give me Stalin and St Paul 
I've seen the future, brother: 
it is murder. 

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions 
Won't be nothing 
Nothing you can measure anymore 
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world 
has crossed the threshold 
and it has overturned 
the order of the soul 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 

You don't know me from the wind 
you never will, you never did 
I'm the little jew 
who wrote the Bible 
I've seen the nations rise and fall 
I've heard their stories, heard them all 
but love's the only engine of survival 
Your servant here, he has been told 
to say it clear, to say it cold: 
It's over, it ain't going 
any further 
And now the wheels of heaven stop 
you feel the devil's riding crop 
Get ready for the future: 
it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

There'll be the breaking of the ancient 
western code 
Your private life will suddenly explode 
There'll be phantoms 
There'll be fires on the road 
and the white man dancing 
You'll see a woman 
hanging upside down 
her features covered by her fallen gown 
and all the lousy little poets 
coming round 
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson 
and the white man dancin' 

Give me back the Berlin wall 
Give me Stalin and St Paul 
Give me Christ 
or give me Hiroshima 
Destroy another fetus now 
We don't like children anyhow 
I've seen the future, baby: 
it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

When they said REPENT REPENT

Leonard Cohen - The Future [432 Hz]

Micronations presents... 
"Breakbeat Goth Vol. 1"
Mixed by Talkshow Boy

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Tracklist:

MINISTRY - JESUS BUILT MY HOTROD
LUSH - LOVELIFE
NINE INCH NAILS - MARCH OF THE PIGS
MARILYN MANSON - I DON'T LIKE THE DRUGS (BUT THE DRUGS LIKE ME)
JACK OFF JILL - MY CAT
MY LIFE WITH THE THRILL KILL KULT - KOOLER THAN JESUS
CHRISTIAN DEATH - CAVITY
KMFDM - LUST
LIARS - BROKEN WITCH
AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED - AUM SHINRIKYO
NINA HAGEN BAND - AFRICAN REGGAE
THE JESUS AND MARY CHAIN - HERE COMES ALICE
MEDICINE - DEFECTIVE
INCIDENTAL HEAVY BREATHING FROM "DRAG ME TO HELL"
COCTEAU TWINS - ICEBLINK LUCK
THIS MORTAL COIL - DREAMS MADE FLESH
WHALE - FOUR BIG SPEAKERS
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY - WAVING MY ARMS
PAUL GIOVANNI - MASKS ("THE WICKER MAN" SOUNDTRACK)
CHARLES MANSON & THE FAMILY - NEVER SAY NEVER TO ALWAYS
GIRLS AGAINST BOYS - EXPLICITLY YOURS/BLACK HOLE
CRISPIN HELLION GLOVER - SELECTED READINGS FROM OAK MOT PART I
SOPOR AETERNUS & THE ENSEMBLE OF SHADOWS - BACKBONE PRACTISE
PLACEBO - MY SWEET PRINCE

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Hello sweet thing,

I've been studying dancefloors for years upon years and if there's one thing that they all definitely need it's more sexy goths shaking their shit. I've met many, many fucked-up goths in my lifetime. Genuine sickos, hot depressives, teenage weekenders, punk-goths, goth-punks, narrow-minded purists, skunky metalheads, new romantics, confused outsiders, deathrockers, dark nymphos and other assorted random losers and legends. I would like to dedicate this mix to every single one of those special people. 
Being gothic is stupidly fun. And these days there are no rules! However, some people will still insist there are. The worst goths are idiot divas with superiority complexes who are really focused on being as snooty and as stereotypically "gothic" as possible. Most goths are just awesome chillers who love goth shit and the whole beautiful schtick. And the gothic way can be so very beautiful. The best goths are always untouchable - immaculate - and most of them don't even really consider themselves "gothic" anyway.
Goth-spotting when out and about is a brilliant past-time. Some goths look like mutant hybrids designed by HR Giger - they wear chunky goggles and have crazy fluoro hair extensions. Other goths look like aristocrats from a bygone century and only drink red wine. Some goths just slap on a black t-shirt and shitty eyeliner or paint their face with runny corpse-paint and look like they're trying way too hard and in a very bad way. When I was a totally righteous gothic teenager babe I used to think that any goth could just approach any goth in the street and just strike up a conversation. I was wrong. Although my goofy goth buddies and I met many lovely new freaks this way, occasionally other goths just greased us off or totally ignored us altogether. This just made us even more misanthropic, spitty and broody. 
My interpretation of "gothic" is very loose. But I'm a pretty loose boy. You might not really think that I'm a goth, but I am. And you might not think that this mix is really gothic, but it is! Shake your shit!! Being gothic is stupidly fun!!!

Explicitly yours,
Adrian (AKA Talkshow Boy) x

~~~

"MAC Blacktrack eyeliner. Madonna's conical Gaultier tits. Frozen-era Madonna. Madonna inspiring MAC's Russian Red lipstick. Redheaded boy poet Thomas Chatterton dying at seventeen of arsenic poisoning in a garret. Jean Genie/Jean Genet. Acne-spattered, foundation-basted scene kids at Flinders Street inhaling fast food. Leigh Bowery giving birth to his wife. Diamanda Galas taking AIDS seriously. Misting your face with hairspray to preserve your maquillage even though it stings your skin. Goth clique in season 7 of South Park. Growing up lonely in a small town, subsisting on a diet of Cure, Birthday Party and Siouxsie cds from Geelong Library. Fairuza Balk's sex face. Asia Argento's sex face. "One is not born a woman, but becomes one". Nic Endo modelling for Illamasqua. Beth Ditto having no eyebrows. Princess Julia in Visage's Fade To Grey. Peter Murphy emulating Bowie's voice and pulling it off. Gregg Araki dating 'mainly men'. Club Kids on Joan Rivers. Forcing your 14 year old girlfriends to watch Velvet Goldmine with you at a sleepover (they hate it). "You're born naked, the rest is drag". Giving up on goth. Going back to goth. Not being goth enough. Being too goth…” - Daphne Shum on goth, December 2011.

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Gorgeous cover star: Daphne Shum
Glorious cover photo: d*Anal
All tracks by their respective artists
All additional production and mixing: Talkshow Boy, 2011

~~~

Eternal gratitude to Daphne Shum, d*Anal, and of course to Micronations (Andrew Tuttle), one of the most excellent and least gothic people I know. No matter which way you look at him. No goth. 100% party.

~~~

www.micronationstours.com
talkshowboy.bandcamp.com
talkshow . boy @ gmail . com

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