crazy fun and psychadelic. sounds great in headphones.

quite disorienting, wish I could hear the individual noises easier in the mix

this is cool, makes me think of an snes apocalypse

Very orig. Sounds like a video game with a recording arts degree that's super pissed off, lol.  :)

The Great Mushroom War Part 3

Music created using DJANGO: Gypsy Jazz Guitar, now available from Impact Soundworks!

https://impactsoundworks.com/product/django-gypsy-jazz-guitar/

DJANGO: Gypsy Jazz Guitar "Mario Reinhardt" arr. Andrew Aversa

my dead kiriya porn


君はいつでも涼しげなキセツを纏う
僕はいつかの過ぎた夏を思い出す

気づけば通り過ぎた
二度とは帰らない夏を

キラキラと輝く
終わらない気がしてたキセツを

透明な光の粒が
指から落ちる
君の放った言葉は
僕にはまだ
夢のようだよ
　
君はいつでも涼しげな笑みを浮かべる
胸によみがえるのは
殺したはずの遠い記憶で

透き通ったような肌に
赤みが差して
潤む瞳の奥に映るのは

今ではもう
夢のようだね

my dead kiriya porn (ver. youth)

Devil Be Gone

mindset

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The Final Element

This one split the ASW camp. Is it an over complicated mess based on an under written song or an interesting experiment in grunge folk? You decide! (no really, we can't decide!)Steve ASW......and it's got cows in it...again.

150BPM

I discovered an awesome tune, open collab by Tom Adams - https://soundcloud.com/better-with-the-blues ... here's my tenor sax jam on his track :) enjoy

Blues Sax on a track by TomAdams

... me and I and sax, flute, jaw harpe, bass guitar and a bit midi :)... music to dance, perhaps ;) ... have fun !!!

Indian summer

iTunes: http://bit.ly/missfortune-missfortune
Merch: https://merchnow.com/catalogs/miss-fortune

Embedded fear within me
I lived a lie, then I watched it come alive
At night
The cemetery burns the butterflies 
When you’re dyin’, I’m dyin’
Did we get what we deserve this time?
Admitting how no friend of yours is mine

There’s no trophy for just waiting around
For your life to pass you by
Your addiction to diamonds
Stunning and timeless
You really want this ride?
(This ride)

Fentanyl
Feeling so good should never be so wrong
Stuck in some deep dark place I don’t belong
We never guessed that we could be so strong
Fentanyl

When you’re dying, I’m dying
When I’m calling you hide it
When you’ve fallen asleep for the last time
I’ll crash down like a landslide

There’s no trophy for just waiting around
For your life to pass you by
Your addiction to diamonds
So stunning and timeless
You really want this ride?
(This ride)

Fentanyl
Feeling so good should never be so wrong
Stuck in some deep dark place I don’t belong
We never guessed that we could be so strong
Fentanyl

Embedded fear within me
I lived a lie then I watched it come alive 
There’s not a way I can get this off my mind
And by design, I can’t give it up, I’ve tried
But you’ve forsaken me

There’s no trophy for just waiting around
For your life to pass you by
Your addiction to diamonds
Stunning and timeless
You really want this ride?
(This ride)

Fentanyl
Feeling so good should never be so wrong
Stuck in some deep dark place I don’t belong
We never guessed that we could be so strong
After all

Fentanyl
Feeling so good should never be so wrong
Stuck in some deep dark place I don’t belong
We never guessed that we could be so strong
Fentanyl

Miss Fortune

Fentanyl

Unhearlded (The Seventh)

In the summer of 2005 in the lost city of San Fiego there was meth/pcp lab where in the maker was killed in the explosion, it also consumed several stray cats and a blind toothless homeless man named crazy Chester. The burn radius began to grow rapidly sending firefighters to stand down, cause who gives a fuck about the desert. For 3 days the fire raged and did almost no damage to valuable property. The smoke given off began to gather high in the atmosphere and because of the deranged consciousness of the cats and crazy Chester the smoke became self-aware. In time the smoke organized its thoughts and decided that they’re work was far from over, harnessing small amounts of power from the multiverse they managed to form the smoke into a house and keep it stable with their sheer strength of will. Deciding that they need a figure head to speak for them they harvested hundreds of stray cats taking parts from each to form a perfect being. Since this smoke was a new being they over harvested, about three hundred cats and using parts from eight but all in the name of progress. Though they a created what they thought to be the perfect representation of their message there was one oversight, the assembled cat was not cognitive and self-aware. Since he couldn’t do anything that it was supposed to do they called him Mr. Scrambles and he was to remain the figure head of the operation. What the meaning of all this was going to be was still unknown by the being itself but they had gotten this far so poor planning wasn’t going to stop them now. They thought “music” was an effective way to get a message across so they started gathering analogue synthesizers, drum machines, mixers, real to real recorders and a computer cause Mr. Scrambles likes screen savers of the flying toaster fashion. Over time they began to learning the basics of music/muzak, music theory, rhythm and all the things that go into making a radio friendly song that could convey the message one that figured that part out but they were having a hard time mostly because they were formed from meth and pcp smoke they were constantly really high So the “music” that was made ended up sounding like the cat made it especially considering that the cat was high as fuck too.

The Great Mushroom War Part 3

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