Get a load of my batshit orders
Eat the crumbs from my toasted borders
Put my remains in a mailbox by the river
Where the crocodiles feast on the fruits of the donor

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Dip the gravy in the brown sauce
Serve me life on a silver plate
With the eyes of a pig and the wings of a snake
As I dance on the lawn with the hare and the fox

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Serve me life

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Serve me life

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