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Frejom 05:38
Ooommmmmmm...
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Urgent Grins 06:30
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Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty first century schizoid man Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man
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Jane Says 05:47
Jane says I'm done with Sergio He treats me like a ragdoll She hides The television Says I don't owe him nothing, But if he comes back again Tell him to wait right here for me Or just Try again tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow Gonna kick tomorrow Jane says Have you seen my wig around? I feel naked without it She knows They all want her to go But that's O.K. man She dont like them anyway Jane says She's goin away to spain When she gets my money saved I'm gonna start tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow Gonna kick tomorrow She gets mad Starts to cry She takes a swing but She cant hit She don't mean no harm She just don't know What else to do about it Jane goes To the store at 8:00 She walk up on St. Andrews She waits And gets her dinner there She pulls her dinner From her pocket Jane says I've never been in love I don't know what it is Only knows if someone wants her I want them if they want me I only know they want me She gets mad And she starts to cry She takes a swing man She cant hit! She don't mean no harm She just dont know What else to do about it Jane says Jane says
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FJ-1227 05:12
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Cat Puke 01:37
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End Space 06:50
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I will not lie, I will tell you the truth I signed on late this evening, I was rockin' the blues But whatever this game is I always seem to lose! And I was laggin', laggin' all the time Yeah I was laggin', laggin' all the time Well, is it any wonder I'm left so far behind? I went wanderin' around, lookin' for somethin' to see I wanna fly to the moon, press down on my 'Home' key And then I found myself sittin' on the bottom of the sea! And I was laggin', laggin' all the time Yeah I was laggin', laggin' all the time Well, is it any wonder I'm left so far behind? Went to the show to see my girl so we could dance close But it was so crowded that my laptop froze I reset my gear, b the time I got back on Some griefer done stole my lady and gone! And I 'm laggin', laggin' all the time Yeah, laggin', laggin' all the time Is it any wonder I'm left so far behind? Well, it's a sad ordeal when your bandwidth's too weak I'm gonna take myself to 'Frisco, down, down to Battery Street I'm gonna walk right into Linden Labs, and bust right into their Optical-fiber network lines, never hear me cryin'! And I 'm laggin', laggin' all the time Yeah, laggin', laggin' all the time Is it any wonder? Is it any wonder at all? Is it any wonder I'm left so far behind?
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Hey! 00:45
Hey! (ad infinitum)
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So grab your rose and ring side seat, We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo, Reds and wine, cokes of course Oh my suzy, my suzy, Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark And underneath, the black light, Underneath it all Four and forty redheads meet, Come to doom 'til the dawn With threats of gas and rose motif Their lips apart like a swollen rose Their tongues extend, and then retract A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss. Doors like flint and window panes An endless shadow bar The owner's boys have gone to work To stop big deals behind the bar While outside on the turnpike They got this new hit tune Where thrills become as cheap as gas And gas as cheap as thrills One thrill and mundane here at last Expect the cross one more Lecherous invisible Beware the limping cat Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws Still ripe and fully bloomed A rose that's not from anywhere That you would know or I would care And the owners boys act most cheerfully Back home at Conry's bar When their patrons' thoughts at last Grow too big for their skulls And awful things are happening We've let this drama fold And now the time has come at last To crush the motif of the rose. So grab your rose and ring side seat We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo Reds and wine, cokes of course Oh my suzy, my suzy Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
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My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow My time coming, voices saying they tell me where to go. Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine. My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go. Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, a prophet on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine. You've all been asleep, you would not believe me Them voices tellin' me, you will soon receive me Standin' on the beach, the sea will part before me Fire wheel burning in the air! You will follow me and we will ride to glory, way up, the middle of the air! And I'll call down thunder and speak the same and my work fills the sky with flame and might and glory gonna be my name and men gonna light my way. My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no Don't worry about me, no no no, don't worry about me, no and I'm in no hurry, no no no, don't worry about me, no.
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Mudd Club 03:56
Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know 'Cause I go Every time I'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself MUDD CLUB All the way downtown MUDD CLUB They ain't messin' around Just turn to the left 'n look around It's there somewhere If you ain't found it, better Hurry up The folks down there's on auto-destruct And so can you be too (Fact of the matter it's made for you.. .) Try it on a Saturday 'bout four o'clock in the mornin' Or even a Monday at midnight When there's just a few of them Fabulous Poodles Doin the Peppermint Twist for real In black sack dresses with nine inch heels And then a guy with a blue mohawk comes in In Serious Leather. .. (And all the rest of whom for which To whensonever of partially indeterminate Bio-chemical degradation Seek the path to the sudsy yellow nozzle Of their foaming nocturnal Parametric digital whole-wheat inter-faith Geo-thermal terpsichorean ejectamenta) In Serious Leather In Serious Chains In Serious Clothing From when they come downtown From the ruins of Studio 54 To twist 'n twerk In an arrogant gesture To the best of what SECOND LIFE has to offer, at the Mudd Club Moondance Parx is down there now... I mean in here right now! Looking for a virgin with nice breath... (Why, maybe it's you. . . And you don't even know it!) Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know 'Cause I go Every time I'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself
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Stink-foot 08:37
In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By yer radio Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya You ain't got no friends . . . An' all the others: they hate ya Does the life you been livin' gotta go, hmmm? Well, lemme straighten you out About a place I know . . . (Get yer shoes 'n socks on people, It's right aroun' the corner!) Out through the night An' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases, Now, this has to be the disease for you Scientists call this disease "Bromidrosis" But us regular folks Who might wear tennis shoes Or an occasional pump or python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience By the name of: STINK FOOT Y'know, my python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by, an' now it's July I finally got it off An' my girl-friend cry "You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin' Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin', Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?" Here Fido . . . Fido . . . C'mere little puppy . . . bring the slippers "Arf, arf, arf!" (crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump) Heh heh heh . . . sick . . . Well then Fido got up off the floor an' he rolled over An' he looked me straight in the eye An' you know what he said? Once upon a time Somebody say to me (This is a dog talkin' now) What is your Conceptual Continuity? Well, I told him right then (Fido said) It should be easy to see The crux of the biscuit Is the Apostrophe(') Well, you know The man who was talkin' to the dog Looked at the dog an' he said: (sort of staring in disbelief) "You can't say that!" He said: "IT DOESN'T, 'n YOU CAN'T! I WON'T, 'n IT DON'T! IT HASN'T, IT ISN'T, IT EVEN AIN'T 'N IT SHOULDN'T . . . IT COULDN'T!" He told me NO NO NO! I told him YES YES YES! I said: "I do it all the time . . . Ain't this boogie a mess!" THE POODLE BITES THE POODLE CHEWS IT

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The "Dreadful Gate" were Second Life virtual internet musicians playing roughly biweekly in the sim called "DarkStar" from 2012-2017. Kurt Karsin (aka drummis) is located in New York and Jackson Xaron in California, so the internet and virtual reality have been instrumental (pun intended) to these two RL brothers joining forces again, as they did in high school in their shared bedroom so many years ago. They use looping and fx technology to play a full mix of ambient/space, improvised fusion rock, and cover songs from a variety of artists, including the Grateful Dead.

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releases February 2, 2037

Kurt Karsin (aka drummis) and Jackson Xaron

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drummIs is an improvisational electronic musician. Everything you hear on this site is played live in one track. His tools are the trapKAT MIDI controller, a TD-5 drum brain, electric bass guitar, the RC-50 Looper, ME-25 effects, guitars, an iPad with too many apps, and a squeaky octopus. Located in upstate New York, he goes by Kurt Reymers, and is otherwise occupied as a professor of sociology. ... more

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