Name: Criogenia by Samuel Aristimuño
Duration: 3 min 14 s
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'Make Believer' is taken from Morcheeba's new album 'Head Up High' available now from iTunes: http://smarturl.it/headuphighitunes

Head Up High

Morcheeba - Make Believer

'Music For Steamed Rocks' appears on 'Commissions I' by @oneohtrix-point-never, exclusive to Record Store Day 2014, learn more at http://bit.ly/commissions-i

Lopatin interpreted Witold Lutoslawski's Preludes in 'Music For Steamed Rocks', a piece composed for Polish Icons at Sacrum Profanum, a Warp staple that's previously hosted Clark & Aphex Twin.

Learn more about the release at <a href="http://bit.ly/commissions-i" target="_blank">warp.net</a>, set for release on 12" vinyl in a black foil print jacket with die-cut view of inner sleeve.

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Commisions I

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Oneohtrix Point Never - Music For Steamed Rocks

THE GARDEN "Crystal Clear" 7"

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With: 
Obi strip, original lyrics, lyrics translation, and sleeve notes. 
Ltd. 150

BIGLOVE070 THE GARDEN "GLIMPSE" 7" 
Shipped around mid June

Produced by RAWDEAL (Ariel Pink & Justin Raisen)

A1. Glimpse 
A2. Crystal Clear 
B1. Open Abyss

THE GARDEN "Crystal Clear"

Magma (Prod. Rapzity)

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Criogenia

https://soundcloud.com/purenoiserecs/elder-brother-wish-you-were

Elder Brother "Wish You Were Here"

Default - A.I

single from the fistfights with wolves upcoming EP.

we are not alone inside these ugly yellow walls... portraits of our past selves caught in marked up bathroom stalls- post apocalyptic visions  spread like creeper vines, postulating bullets for the sake of bottom lines. there's a shape I can't see in the back of my mind and it's a strange thing waiting- she has grown forty heads, and they push till I bend into a darkness waiting... in the landscape of a memory is the story were fed by the child who's half dead... in this fiction is contrition. is it plastic we bled through the holes in our heads?

speaking through a channel on an endless gramophone voices of your past selves crackle through these ancient bones. patiently you pass the panicked people in the rain. masochistic weldings of a scar and I'm the same. fill my song with your words, it's so strange and absurd i'm not flattered, it's depressing... letting friends in your bed shape your heart, think ahead to the poison they're making- so hypnotic, cold and caustic, what you build in your head manifests as your thread... people creeping in the shadows, try to drink them away but I can't and they stay

sell the shattered fragments of my memory for a gun, schizophrenic shadows shaping saviors on this run- tulpamancing talons drain the reason from their vein, taking tattered parchments from the book of our remains. spilling pictures of grey onto canvas and space,
collaging memories, waiting. paint the panic we feel into something that's real till its a fashion, aching. seeking focus on the borders of the places we hid, drawing masks on our skin. they are moving in a cycle, pushed and pulled in the tide, waves of motion collide.

Tulpamancer

Growing 8.23.15 Live at St. Paul's Church

I've been Thinkin bout life
Think if I die, 
who would have heard this
what is the point
ask myself why
it makes me nervous

why do i care
caring is weak
its such a burden

people are scared -and hurt
flock with the sheep - no
wish i could herd em

i wanna breath 
but  i hate the air
kinda defeats it
stuck in my head  and
wish i was dead i      
probably deserve it

compliments bleak
i dont receive them well 
that aint for me

i cant believe in -hell
when all of  the evils - here
lurking the streets

no i dont think anybody hears me
can anybody hear me?
Does anybody?

Care about the way I feel
Cause i dont think you really want me here. NO.
I can tell just by the way you act
See I hate myself so why would i care at  all?

no i dont think anybody hears me
can anybody hear me?
Does anybody?

Criogenia

Samuel Aristimuño

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