Book O' Life (Rmx/Mashup)

Another vintage jam that rarely saw the light of day, or the dark of night.

Exquisite Pain

James Brown, yelling into a high speed fan, standing on a marshmallow, that is slowly melting onto the platform of an oil tanker.  

A sterile hot knife just got put into a bowl of jello, and the smell is intriguing to say the least.  For some reason though, you like it!

An awkward stumble through a galaxy of confusing holographic atmosphere-balls. The smell of silly wafting past your nose. Mastered by Tim Shuldt.

Dark, beautiful and melodic, but also gives you a Wet Willy.

NW-Psy story in the Matrix with a sprinkle of Bulgarian women's choir.

What's wrong with this picture? Can't we pick a better metaphor to describe the dominant institution of our time?

And in the dark, in the dark the recording angel open his hundred eyes and snaps the spine of the Book of Life.

Retired psy project of Squee & Malaclypz.
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