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In the orchards of our history: a Californian mystery. When the words collapse to CCD, then you know its an effigy for the bumbling honey bees. Colony Collapse Disorder for sure...the supplements have become impure. Baby, you got my number ... oh I'm beginning to wonder about the dreams that went asunder ... Oh I'm beginning to wonder 'bout the blunder in the thunder!
- Lyrics by Kevin
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Ghost Cloud
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THE RHETORICIAN SLITHERS INTO THE REFLEXIVE PEEPER.
Under a blue sky of collapsing permaculture, the rhetorician shrouds himself amongst the obstacles. Trapping blindsight knee-deep in a modern sanctuary of fuzzy bubble arrangements (like a swarm of iridescent bumblebees suspended in a jawbreaker of petrified honey), each pandering self-imitation stings with a high degree of temporal dharma...like a bite of shame resonating in the disintegrating hulls of sunken vessels fused to one transformative crack (that revolving vortex generating a deep, frozen drone; that echopraxic charity to motor resignation nurturing in swirls of auroral insight; that foreshadowing resolve to the fate of abundant production enveloping with celestial surges): the giant eyeball of narcissistic knowns bestriding fractal patterns repeating and shrinking...spinning faster and faster into an axis of equidistant interval despite excessive inhumation. In darkness: a sense of proficient flight -- then molecular bonds take shape...dots and particles appear (fragmenting/subdividing). The elements poke and drills pour in broad/abrupt swells of increasing pace until discernable behavior ceases.
LOOKING IN ALL DIRECTIONS AT ONCE AND EXPERIENCING A UNIVERSAL REMEMBRANCE.
Sitting on a cloud above the universe surrounded by a hundred floating ten-armed cephalopod marine mollusks (they were pink and blinking...resonating some sort of archetypal harmony)."
- Lyrics by Kevin
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Jim O’Rourke
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In the genocide of your mind, please don't leave your children behind. From the playground to the battlefield, with a Barbie on a stick to wield, guns and bombs to make them yield. Peel off the discretion...embrace your flanged confection.
- Lyrics by Kevin
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Schroeder Meets Jagger
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Movement Of Ta! People
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It's cause you came over that I gave you my number. It's cause you came over that we called each other. It's cause you came over that we made each other so happy that night way back when it was nigh.
- Lyrics by Kevin
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Mao Mix
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Nike Rim Johb
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ROBOT says that i ain't got no money
she makes me feel like an amazonian prince
but this time i vied, she's pushed me too far
and i miss my ex more than ever
enjoy your hut in the sky the sound of clouds will make you cry
enjoy your tent in the sea raising sharks like family
enjoy your boat on the land sailing through the golden sand
imagination is free...it brings you back to talk to me!
this girl's got problems, she's got cracks in her makeup
and she shakes the whole house when she wakes up.
jenny please come back i wish that you weren't dead.
this new girl's got a heart like a big ball of lead.
jenny please come back i wish that you weren't dead.
this new girl's got a heart like a big ball of lead.
- lyrics by Kevin
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Herodiade
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Talibam! New York, New York
Dadaist provocateurs with an innate love for the history of music. Talibam! is Matt Mottel and Kevin Shea.
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