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Knox Bronson—At The Helm of the World System
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in iPhonismShriekback—Faded Flower This is the sound of poisonsThe sickness no one knowsNo one is crying for us this timeOur shapes are blurring under miracles of snowWeave a circle round him three timesYou have to plan your moves at these timesOur hearts are breakingOne more song to go These eyes are blindThis is a pure thingThese…
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Knox Bronson—The Golden Ratio
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Oh how I miss the LoFi app. Young American Primitive—Sunrise. Haven’t posted this one in a while. After thirty years, the last four minutes or so still kill me.
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