Where are these samples from? This is super surreal.

Are the instrumentals sampled as well? or did you compose them?

god, I love this, it's one of the best things i've found on /mu/

Love that jazz. U’ve git such a weird vibe and i dig it! Hey I'll follow u, will u follow me!?

came back 3 years later just to say that this rocks and is, indeed, the one best track that comes to mind when anyone ever asks me "what's the best thing you've ever found from a self-shilling thread on /mu/?" (no one ever asked me or will ask me such a thing but that's my response anyway)

Found a path don’t think you know
The clay in the stream, weak flowers grow
And all unknown what hides inside the extremities

Tempered leaves break off to flight
I unplug my power without fight
So I’ll forget the last time you’d regret

When’d you leave that old farmhouse
The phone had been cut, the fire’s out
I’ll sit here soaked, in silence, on the moaning floor boards

Had to walk myself back home
Maybe your shit car would drive by slow
And I could wave; as you would drive away

There’s a garden out west there, wherever you’re going
Is it too late to ask where you’ve been
And an orchid pavilion keeps blooming, just waiting
Whoever you are holding me now in hand just wiltin’

Last torn bit of that photo
The one that I took before you showed
The christ-cuck fantasy I thought you were running from

Used it up to hide the fact
You said late last night you’re coming back
But I have gone a long, long way from here

“I feel like I have an instant rapport with you.”
“Uh, better look in the manual.”
“You could get hurt again.”
“Yes, I’d like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam.”
“It was 27 years.”
“Well, I tried.”
“She had a very good reason.”
“Which was?”

I don’t know how plants work!

There’s a garden out west there, wherever you’re going
Cuz you’re not telling me where you’ve been
And an orchid pavilion keeps blooming, just waiting
Whoever you are holding me now in hand: “Walt Whitman”

Said you’d meet me at some town
We must have rode through, I don’t know how
I’ll let the neon warm me as I wait for the sun

Cool whispers open my eyes
The bloom rushing up and down my spine
A fear so strange to love how much you’ve changed

“I feel like I have an instant rapport with you.”
“Uh, better look in the manual.”
“You could get hurt again.”
“Yes, I’d like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam.”
“It was 27 years.”
“Well, I tried.”
“She had a very good reason.”
“Which was?”
“Can we have sex? Please?”

Rot On The Vine

The Sad Crabs is a band?

Wanna do a collab?

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