Here is some more free music... Since the stuff I make myself is usually un-listenable by most spoiled and consumerism trained discerning ears... I suspect that all is fail as far as this goes, but I will try anyway. Just extract the folder, and double-click the LISTEN.m3u file in there. If you can't handle it... Then, put down the mouse and back away from the computer slowly.
HEY!
I said hands off the mouse, and BACK. AWAY. No one needs to get hurt.
FEATURING! BassNecter?!, Torche!, Capsule!, ummm... Something else? Just listen, and explore.
29 September 2010
HERE IS SOME FREE MUSIC!
I was bored the other night and made what I though to be the most excellent playlist. Here it is in a nifty .zip archive! Just extract the folder, and open the lrn2playlist.m3u file inside in any media player (I think...). If you have problems let me know!
Featuring! King Crimson, Einsturzende Neubauten, Polvo, Gorillaz, Converge, Fear Factory and more!
Featuring! King Crimson, Einsturzende Neubauten, Polvo, Gorillaz, Converge, Fear Factory and more!
26 September 2010
It's feels like what I am.
Hums, and trills, or spills!
Waves, in perfect frequencies,
Fed into me.
And, down, deeply.
It grows to show,
I am a part of these,
Vibrations, and lives. The trees.
Seas; "the gathering green"!
Hands clasped, against or for.
Its all the same; giving.
Touch.
This is how I know I will be, and not be specifically one or two, but always everything.
FEATURING Exiles from Larks's Tongues in Aspic.
Waves, in perfect frequencies,
Fed into me.
And, down, deeply.
It grows to show,
I am a part of these,
Vibrations, and lives. The trees.
Seas; "the gathering green"!
Hands clasped, against or for.
Its all the same; giving.
Touch.
This is how I know I will be, and not be specifically one or two, but always everything.
FEATURING Exiles from Larks's Tongues in Aspic.
19 September 2010
15 September 2010
14 April 2010
The universe, experiencing itself in different ways.
The Sun,
As it yawns across the sky,
Moving among the Moon and Stars,
Warms the hands of the Earth.
From innumerable fingers stretching;
Thick, brown, frothed peat and mud,
Death and rot. Life and Filth, green and pure rise forth.
Held up by these great, cracked mired, and worn hands
To kiss the arc of the universe.
Skyward, they are moved, without themselves.
Forgetting their pedestal; swaying in the Sun's heat.
Craving and starving for it's light.
At last, at the top, hand in hand with Sun and Stars
They burn and fall away
as the Moon creeps out in the coming darkness
to guide the Hands that catch Their ashes.
As it yawns across the sky,
Moving among the Moon and Stars,
Warms the hands of the Earth.
From innumerable fingers stretching;
Thick, brown, frothed peat and mud,
Death and rot. Life and Filth, green and pure rise forth.
Held up by these great, cracked mired, and worn hands
To kiss the arc of the universe.
Skyward, they are moved, without themselves.
Forgetting their pedestal; swaying in the Sun's heat.
Craving and starving for it's light.
At last, at the top, hand in hand with Sun and Stars
They burn and fall away
as the Moon creeps out in the coming darkness
to guide the Hands that catch Their ashes.
22 March 2010
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