Suntree – Layers
I often feel that I live my life in layers. Perhaps it is not that I actually live my life in layers, but there are definitely layers that co-exist inside of me. Sometimes reflects what is going on inside of me, and sometimes it doesn’t. Let’s talk about layers, layers of life. Some people might call this being a fake. I prefer to acknowledge the fact that I don’t believe that every disappointment should rear its ugly head and diminish the person I was made to be.
Suntree – Imagination
Imagination. Causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist.
Zenquence – Cheerleader
-Don’t think you’re fooling us because we saw you at our practice and I know you stole our routine. -Okay. I don’t know what you’re talking about because we’ve always done our own cheers, right girls? -That’s right. -Well, then you better bring it.
Zenquence – Alien Interviews
And I’m here in a field in northern Virginia to show for the first time ever the actual landing of a real UFO. The actual sight of an unidentified flying object from outer space landing right here on planet Earth. -Hello everyone we’re here with an actual alien from outer space. Mister Alien can I get you to say a few words to our audience? -…. -Okay, and ah…
Zenquence – H.A.R.I.N.A
-Que tenemos Ramírez, que tenemos? -Ya está todo teniente nada mas mandamos una muestra de la mercancía al laboratorio para asegurarnos que se trata 100
Zenquence – Back 2 Jack
-You’re high, baby? -Yeah.
Zenquence – Out of Control
This body is out of control. We do what we can.
Evil Oil Man & Grouch & Dirty Hippy – Uber Bagusa
Just happen, as it happens. Observe and act with clarity. For where there is clarity, there is no choice. And were there is choice, there is no clarity. Am I being clear? But then, why should I speak, since I know nothing?
Evil Oil Man – Little Bits
We get a one. Who’s around me right now? Who’s around me? Two. Three. Four. why don’t we step up here and everybody get stepped up and let’s get some stepped-up personal space up in this place. One. Two, personal space. Three,stay out of my personal space. Four, keep away from my personal space. Five…
Evil Oil Man – Necrum Jungles
What’s that noise? I’ll tell you how it works. Right? I took a note, a sawtooth wave right off the Pantomime 4, put it back here, each end through itself, looped it back, mixed it with the sound of this crab committing suicide, and let it stew in it’s own reverb for about three hours. Right? And then I knock it all out through this shoe, for that ochre-y timbre…
