De De Pyar De

This track was created with the intent to make a mini-CTF that is completely self-contained in an .mp3 file. It features an abundance of phreaking related sounds and samples including ~30 different ring tones, DTMF, a rotary phone, lots of modem noises and carrier recording samples. 

For more info on the CTF, go to ProjectMammoth.com

Dialed Up

Demo/Life - 012/999 - Couch Potatoe

All Riled Up

[HERE, YOU WANT IT?
YOU WANT IT?!
EAT IT!
EAT IT 'TILL YOU CHOKE
YOU SICK, TWISTED FUCK!]


O it's wrong
Fifteen seconds to failure
Then you'll be gone
Lift your bits and pieces outta my arms
Recall some other day 
When holding on was just a play on words
Its all absurd
But I wouldn't change a thing next time around

I would calm you
I swear not to forget
It doesn't calm me
Show me how to rest
Go if you got to
I wouldn't go instead
I'll come find you
Don't go quiet
Baby why are all my thoughts of death?

It's a line
It's a path we follow forever
And didn't decide
A fixture like a wall against my mind
There's things that never break
Taken like a thing to take in stride
Is that right?
I think a little with you would set me right


Call me what you like I
Don't hear anything that way
It's like riddles in the dark
It's like miracles for days
Seems I always get my start
Right when people go away
I was ready for the part
I was learning how to play
There's a fire in your heart
There are things that you can't say
Why you're prepping to depart
While you're slipping to decay
Listen, no one has an answer
Cause there's nothing we can say
It's a steady counting specter
It's a thing I can't escape

[YOU WANT IT?!
EAT IT!]

SUPERMAX

Let's take it to a back room 
Let's take it to the streets
Let's take it to the front lawn
So the people can see

Let's do it with the lights on
Let's scuff up them knees
Start a fire on the rooftops
So the people can see

Talk dirty like a porn star
Let's fuck up them sheets
Press ya titties to the window
So the people can see

And you set me off
I wanna be fast but I gotta be long
Goin fuckin crazy 
For them big round thangs you got

Don't ever stop
What you need is what we got
You make me fuckin crazy
Hey, so maybe we should bang a lot

Let's make em go to Congress
Start a riot for the freaks
Get busy on CSPAN
So the people can see

Write another amendment
"Every booty set free!"
We fuckin for the people
And the people can see

["I think fucking guys with huge dicks is not...
It's not comfortable.
It's not, like, pleasurable.
And it's kind of more of a, like,
'look what I can do.'
For the scene,
I just want it to look good,
But it's definitely not practical.
I actually kind of feel bad for those guys
Because I'm like, 
'who are you fucking?'"
-Gianna Dior]

Let's do it in the daytime
When people watchin TV
Upload it to Netflix 
So the people can see

Let's write it in a novel
That the people can read
I think they'd know the end tho
Cause the people can see

POWERMASH

Had Callen improvise some Ukelele for a song I was making. Had a fun time.

C-Rhino

I make music cause I have to and a crazy person lives in my head, not because I'm good at it. Must pump out bangers like a machinist. Chug chug little train, chugalug little brain.

PAREIDOLIA

Cristo Reventar

Jeff's Bald Head Mk2

in memoriam

How do you own
Unreach remittal
Fiery throne
On a cleft
Bereft of time 
Binary stones
But you speak in riddles
Irony shone
Through a crack
Which shows no light

And though you walk with a ribbon laced through your hands
There's nothing elegant that's trailing in the wake of your demands

Call to phantoms in the crack
Ancient voices answer back

I see firebombs 
And nightmares yet unshown
You might summon something fallen 
Some hellacious sleeping ghost

Do you feel terrified?
I, too, feel terrified.

Honey if they catch me blind
Standing like windswept child alone

Fixed on those omissions
From the fiction which you spun
Having visions of a pithy
Missile seething from your tongue
In considering my crimes
I think the greatest one was love
It's infinite and final,
Filling firewells I dug
It's fitting, this forgiveness, 
Independent all I've done
I couldn't fabricate a tragedy
More perfectly unsung

(Donny, would you read some?)

KUMQUAT

Four siblings creating music, art and tech.

Aaron Peterson
Jeremy Peterson
Jonny Peterson
Rachel Watkins

Dialed Up

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