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Two girls in the backseat
Four legs pressed together
Spiders in between
Each two legs pressed together
The road is getting rough
We’re hitting lots of bumps
Spiders spilling out
Spiders spilling out
Spiders spilling out
Spiders spilling out
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You stare at me bewildered
You swirl around my feet
I can’t excrete the
Fluid you need to feed
Your feral yowlings
Pierce my timpani I know you’re in need
But I can’t excrete the
Milk you need to feed
You unspool like a broken yoke
Leaking from some strange egg
I lick yr tear salt up
As you’re humping my leg
You stare at me bewildered
You swirl around my feet
I can’t excrete the fluids you need to feed
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stupid crush (violin)
01:11
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We’re both at the noise show sittin round
Ear plugged and digging the sounds
But I can’t concentrate
I just keep catching glances sideways
Some noiser is hangin from the roof
I’m sittin yr sittin down too
I’m melted I’m withered I’m glue
I have a stupid crush on you
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compost heap (melodica)
00:56
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Orange peels and eggshells and bread crusts and grinds
Squelching noises
Soldier flies and fruit flies and maggots and worms
See it moving
Molding and rolling and sitting and steaming
It is melting
Leftovers of yours and mine and of their meals
Food for flowers
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I got snails in the tank
And mucus in the bank
If you’ve been following slime trails
Then you have me to thank
I got mucus in the tank
And slime in the bank
If you’ve been following snail trails
Then you have me to thank
Im leaking
All weekend
Fill yr cup
Lick it up
I need a slime mold
A fungi to hold
A warm mycelium
Might do some helium
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squish (otamatone)
01:09
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Swimming in the pools of your eyes ah ah ah
Floating in the space between breaths ah ah ah
My stomach flips when I see you oo oo oo
My heart swells til it pops ops ops ops
Lets
Squi ih ih ih issh
Our souls and tits together x4
I step towards you amidst broken glass ah ah
Crawling from the wreck of my past ah ah
Life is noxious miasmatic garbage gas
You’re my rubber boots and gas mask ah ah
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Clink clink sheep fleece I don’t wanna beep beep
Oi oi boy oh boy I wanna enjoy noise
Croix soy and chamoy I wanna destroy toys
Fleet feet discrete cleats barely make a beat beat
Tolstoy pure joy nickel alloy bok choy
Spreadsheet excrete receipts DEET bleat bleed at my feet
Enjoy ploys of boy noise oi oi boy oh boy
Deep sleep, sleep and weep, I don’t wanna beep beep
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Blotchouts California
No Wave Punk project started in 2016 and variably based in California, Alabama, and Louisiana. Recordings are primarily Yanka Glowniss (she/her) on all instruments with occasional collaborators. Live lineups vary and rarely repeat. Yanka is also a member of Ginchy Gayjacket & the Flushable Wipes, ICBM, Two Crones, and Scrapies. Pre-2015 related music can be found at the Albacore Records bandcamp. ... more
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Breaking The Cycle LP
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brilliant future punk from the bleak edges. sounds like tiny points of light breaking out from all over your skin
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Unexplained Image
by Russian Tsarlag
music from another world, a total artist. his music sounds like his comics look how his movies feel. i check out of our reality and into this one often in somnolescent vagaries
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Recorded in quarantine, the latest from Blues Lawyer hits the indie pop/post-punk sweet spot, and will be out on 5x7 flexi in August.
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