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Throwing Clay
02:56
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"I went over by the railroad just to tarnish up my silver spoon
in all the lavish county ways.
When Napoleon would serve his coke I'd clean his BMW, pulling blades at younger age.
Have you ever been new places-all the faces are the same as you?
People just can't look away. If you understood my language then I'd kick you girls a thing or two.
But, I'm always throwing clay.
Gander-down is for the peasants and I'm second hand in your life
And if dances are to get creative, then be always throwing clay in our minds; for the fate we get up.
I saw a picture of the devil in a vestibule, we get up.
Holy moments near the water standing next to you, we get up.
All our hair will be different in a month or two, forget us.
Throwing clay is all it takes by the way.
When my old man broke his Maico it began to be our righteous fall
So we held on Aqualung saying, "all in motivation do we steady every conscience call." I'm still engineering's son.
And to never mind the sobbing, that'll make it unobtainable. I must soften up my gaze
Toward rebellion, Mega Therion, I'm the poser and it's criminal!
But I'm always throwing clay
Gander-down is for the peasants and I'm second hand in your life
And if dances are to get creative, then be always throwing clay in our minds; for the fate we get up.
I saw a picture of the devil in a vestibule, we get up.
Holy moments near the water standing next to you, we get up.
All our hair will be different in a month or two, forget us.
Throwing clay is all it takes by the way."
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Fucking Yawn
01:49
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"I woke her up in the morning and we listened to our song.
If we're fuckin' then I'm yawnin', that's why we don't get along."
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Italian Marble
02:12
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"Followed the art out of Brussels and her hair was down to her shoulders.
All the way up from London with her brothers and her sister's faire.
She met her husband by pouring his drink and a son came out of the weeds.
In pouring hearts, overwhelming, we made plans to the city for ages.
Cutting back all the bittersweet, pages, almost breaking down.
Italian marble is a gorgeous break into the old poems of young Louise.
When the waves crash I can smell the ocean.
Even holding hands I felt alone.
When the waves crash on the lake in Bolton-
By the time my mermaid mother is coming home."
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TheOrganism Bozeman, montana
@the.organism
The tenth and final collection of ambient folk from Montana's premier stylistic
artist; The Organism. The Lower I Bow is a not so subtle nod to one who, in utmost humility, practices the Dharma. Through sample-based R&B combined with ethereal folk sound scape, this work will move mountains!
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