Wow, this is really fun to listen to, really enjoy this interesting mix!

pretty cool how this song feels like its always changing and never constant but yet it sounds so good.

A revolution is simmering in the underground, but it must be kept quiet. If the plans are discovered it could spell the end of the resistance and perhaps all human life as we know it.

Buy Our Lies

Whispers (A Campfire Conspiracy)

The faceless, soulless capitalist cabal offers its sincerest condolences and apologies for monetizing life itself, but the apology is hollow and meaningless, falling upon decidedly unsympathetic ears.

How might it sound if our global corporate overlords offered their most lizard-heart-felt apologies for any "inconvenience" their greed and avarice have brought upon our lives? We think it might sound pretty insincere. You know, like a gaslighting apology: "We're sorry you feel that way." There may be an official apology "issued" but culpability is nowhere in sight.

This song started as an innocent and good natured attempt on our part to collaborate with Holy Shitshow @user-649412648 who provided the original piece months ago which inspired this whole crazy chain of events. 

Next thing we knew, it was this whole song and the raft had drifted pretty far away from collaboration island in the process. We still used the piece in the song, and we are grateful for HS to be a part of it in the end. We think it made for a great foundation and love the ambiance it provides to the whole song. Riunite on ice, that's nice!  https://youtu.be/_onOllDF2GY

We dig Holy Shitshow's music deeply, so please hear the original here and we hope you show some love their direction as well: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648/northwestsoutheast-first-wave-open-collab

This track also features some special guests:
On the flute we have Nick Collias
On the saxophone we have @metal-mark Mark Wand

Guitar, ukulele, bass guitar, omnichord, keyboards, melodica, samples, vocals, mix & master, Artwork by PS Perkins

Drums and percussion, mixing assist by R Thomas (@analog-shack)

We Apologize For The Inconvenience

"The Roadside Ghost" by PS Perkins and R Thomas
Guitars, bass, vocals, synths: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas

Featuring Wendy DuMond aka "Bog Witch" aka @mamby-p on phantom background vocals

LYRICS:
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Out on the street, people you'll never meet
Struggling just to survive
You wouldn't want to be them, pretend you don't see them,
Just roll up your windows and drive

But the ghosts are not dead, and they're not in your head
They're just waiting right there to be seen
There's no way of knowing and the rowers keep rowing
Going somewhere that you've never been

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The days turn to ash with no cars whizzing past
Where only the strangers belong
The desert is wide, and then once you're inside
You are hypnotized by its song

With a guitar to strum, the ghost sticks out its thumb
But it no longer hopes for a ride
Just shuffles along to the beat of the song
To lie down by the river side, dreaming....

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

With silence to ponder it's hard not to wander 
Your mind becomes vacant and free
No matter the cost, all who wander are lost
Swallowed up by the sagebrush sea

Your forever host is the roadside ghost
And it's broadcasting now on the breeze
You'll see there's no choice, there is only the voice:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me....."

Singing
Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Roadside Ghost

Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?
Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,
As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.
These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk.
Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a chariot.

Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea,
let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.
Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction:
give us a clearer sight and make us better.

Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.
Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.
Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.
So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favor.
Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.

Rig Veda HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

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Lyrics:

Deep under the mountain, the mechanical birth
Kissed by the sky, touched by the Earth
Emerging from the darkness to hold back the waters with a snake...

Drawn from the stone, forged in the flame
Hammered at the anvil and tempered by the rain
Points for the arrows to penetrate the scales of a snake...
To penetrate the scales of the snake

We sought the protector, we sipped of the nectar
We've gone to the light where we all live forever
We've gone to the Gods – what use are enemies now?
Oh, what use are enemies now?

These artifacts of war will outlast us all
In the past where we've flown, in the future we crawl
Back into the womb, what could they take from us now?
Oh, what could they take from us now?

Rustling in the reeds around the lake
Whispers of the law we never break
Oh, the many hammer strokes upon the stake
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, wing of snake
There is only the law.....

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Drums, cymbals, assorted cookie sheets, rubbermaid 50 gallon trash can full of empty aluminum cans (the can can), keyboard/synths, marching, thunder can, misc percussion – R Thomas

Guitars, bass, string arrangements, assorted cookie sheets, rain stick, samples, broken zither, vocals, marching, programming, lyrics, artwork – PS Perkins

Marching, assorted cookie sheets – Sabin Thomas

Mixed and mastered by PS Perkins and R Thomas

The Smith

Atlanta’s “Bog Witch” and Boise’s “Mystic Tape Deck” announce the release of a new collaborative single, “Dogs of Chernobyl” to mark the anniversary of the Chernobyl Disaster.

Following the April 26, 1986 nuclear accident, the City of Pripyat was evacuated. The residents were forced to leave their pets (including domestic dogs) behind.  

Nearly 40 years after the accident, the descendants of these dogs are still living in the Exclusion Zone and a study is currently taking place. 

Scientists are sampling the DNA of the dogs. Apparently, their DNA is irregular in some interesting ways.

Wendy writes “I couldn’t sleep one night and picked-up my phone to surf when I noticed an article about the radioactive dogs of Chernobyl.  Right away it seemed like a song.”  

Wendy invited Mystic Tape Deck to collaborate with her in creating the sonic pallet for this song, the proceeds from all sales of which will be donated to the Clean Futures Fund. 

The Clean Futures Fund relies upon donations to provide medical supplies, vaccines, and food for the dogs living in the Exclusion Zone.  

Donate $1 or more to the Clean Futures Fund via Bandcamp and receive a download of the single: https://mystictapedeck.bandcamp.com/track/dogs-of-chernobyl

Find out more about the Clean Futures Fund:
https://www.cleanfutures.org/dogs-of-chernobyl/

Wendy DuMond: Lyrics, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
PS Perkins: Electric Guitars, Bass, mallet snare, cymbal stack, midi
Ron Thomas: Drums, hand drums, shakers
Song by Wendy DuMond 
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Mystic Tape Deck
Mastered by Sid Hagan

https://soundcloud.com/mamby-p
https://soundcloud.com/mystictapedeck
https://mystictapedeck.com
http://www.okthenrecords.us/

Dogs of Chernobyl

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"Dogs of Chernobyl" - Bog Witch + Mystic Tape Deck

Worms

The human race is once again created through the culmination of cosmological coincidence and deterministic cause and effect.

The Spontaneous Mechanical Repopulation Of Gaia

The misanthropic urge is an urge of defeat, and the urge to be defeated. Of all our various trappings and flaws, our biggest mistake is in not believing in our own capacity for growth and kindness.

We Are More

We did this as an exclusive track to benefit local community radio station KRBX during Radiothon 2020.

This is a non-album track and will only be found here and on the special compilation CD for KRBX. 

Special thanks to DJ Joe Black and Sonic Mushroom Cloud for playing us on your show and allowing us to be a part of supporting our local community radio station.

1973

Undergoing a baptismal rite of The Cloak might resemble something like this song describes. There is not much colloquial knowledge regarding the secret rituals of the Cloak, though many may imagine.

UroboroSoroborU (Part The Veil)

The Shining One names their immortal self “Micaloz” and undergoes many developmental evolutions which resemble the stages of a larger pattern of development found across the various lifeforms of Earth.

Instruments used here:

- washing machine
- can of air duster spray
- mizmar (synth)
- mellotron (synth)
- bone tree/bamboo clackers
- Christmas bell bouncing inside an octagonal hand stretched goat hide drum
- furnace sounds
- large metal bowl with water in it
- miscellaneous digital beeps and bloops
- guitars: electric and acoustic
- bass guitar
- drum kit
- small hand drum
- tambourine
- flute (Nick Collias)
- melodica
- the entire last BARDS album sped up 13x
- digital piano
- Melissa and Doug toy piano
- steel drum
- vocals
- spoken word samples
- Hindi words read by google translate

BARDS: Of The Next Revolution

The Ontogeny of Micaloz in Three Arbitrary Evolutions

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"If you have to go through hell, might as well enjoy The Pleasant Company."

Welcome to The Pleasant Company, a subsidiary of Mystic Tape Deck where everything is pleasant and nothing is ever wrong.

We make soundscapes and gobs of wonderful noise. 

Very open to collaborations here, PM us with requests!

In our long history together communing through the Mystic Tape Deck, we have recorded tons and tons of ooey-gooey-experimental-goop in addition to our more structured musical forays. This is the place where we will share that material from across the oxide layer.
Put on your heavy atmosphere gear and dive in.

Most of this is two primary artists, but also a rotating cast of invisible trans-corporeal weirdos who magically materialized in our studio at the perfect moment when the tape was running. Also, a few unsuspecting folks were captured along the way. We keep them all in elaborately adorned cages, but it is a pleasant 72 degrees all of the time.

Worms

The Pleasant Company

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