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Shrinking: Season 1 (Apple TV+ Original Series Soundtrack)

Frightening Fishes (Main Title Theme from "Shrinking")

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Kinda still a bit of wip but Ill replace it maybe when I return from the other side of the planet.

Wild Sugar

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban - Panic! At The Disco [8-bit]

That Green Gentleman - Panic! At The Disco [8-bit]

We Didn’t Start The Fire

Nine In The Afternoon - Panic! At The Disco [8-bit]

So Much (For) Stardust

So Much (For) Stardust [Edit]

I don't come in peace, 
I wanna hit the floors and sheets 
and dance away the pain completely
with my little green feets

Martian

And there's a possum that comes by...

Old stuffs from many years ago, maybe not the best recording and all but yeaaah. 

Dreaming while those lotus blossoms blink, blink, blink. Lulling in the river where we sink, sink, sink. Down to that bright and weary ivy sea, under soma fountains, with a banjo on my knee, singing 
Yippie Ki Yay Yay Om! 

All them Texas girls like to swing, roll, and sway, their third eye's open wide like sapphires all ablaze. All the dancing legions, like the wings of manta rays, or the scintillating rhinestones in mandala braided lace. 
Yippie Ki Yay Yay Om! 

All them Texas girls like to swing, roll, and sway Spinning for their queens on a kiss of moonlit beams do-sie-do with Kitesvara's thousand arms of light, through the veil of Maya as it’s brushed with ease aside 

There ain’t no place to find you love, I’ve searched down low and everywhere all above Dance like Shiva the flames of love arise , and crush the heads of babes the ignorance of mind out of mountains, steam dragon trains haul away illusion’s pain Yee-hare!! 

On a tiny seahorse there’s a cowboy that rides with shiny sitar pistols, and a pearl of mother’s smile A flask of old amrita, with a taste you can’t ignore and boots of Naga scales, from the waves of Meru’s shore, singing Yippey-Ki-Yay-Yay-Om, Yippey-Ki-Yay-Yay-Om 

This Kali Yuga’s coming round the round, down the path the breath of incarnations in the waving prairie grass, the sheafs of grain a gathered by the swinging of the scythe, neither waste of tugging early at the shoots which give it life 

All them Texas boys like to punch, shoot, and dip countless universes in their black tobacco spit the flowers from their navels, on an ocean milk and cream in a blinking eye, a dream, in the back of Vishnu’s jeans 

There ain’t no place I can find you love, I’ve searched down low and everywhere all above Dance like Shiva the flames of love arise, and crush the heads of babes the ignorance of mind out of mountains, steam dragon trains haul away illusion’s pain. 

Yee-hare! Yee-hare-hare!

Yippie Ki Om

Panic At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies (8-Bit)

8-bit Panic! At The Disco The Calendar

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8-bit Panic! At The Disco The Calendar

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