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Artist: Quinnth
WTF album: Blues & Vomit Country: USA Timeline: 2011 - WTF Quality: Cosmic Echoes of Toxic Acid Fluids Tags: Space, Blues, Psychedelic, Noise, Vomit Links: http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit  Come Hither My Trolly Lizards and Gaze at the Grift of Grolean Graft Before Thee. We shall Forthwith Journey Beyond the Blues of Vale into the Murky Swamps Beyond and into the Lunar-Sphere. On a Trip We Go, Field and Farrow, Glade of Gronth, Wheel and Barrow, Cleft of Chain, Rizzle Drickets, Plot, Stomp. Upon yon Hills Betwixt Here and Our End Flock the Brittle Twigs of Kismet and a Lonely One it May be. As the Flame of Sun Crests Down 'neath Our Sunken Trove Set Foot Now Pace and Trail, Our Twindling Hours Brought Cold and Breeze. Come Fiddling Amongst the Blues and Vomit. Behold The Many Shades! Light Breaches The Void, Quickening to Split the Spectrum of Sky that is Above and also Between. Alast a Clutching of the Gut Contribbles and Grapples the Ills, the Murken-Glomp, the Woe, the Pangs, the Shuddering, the Rot, The Blues. Shiver we Thither we Wind thon Scales our Way will Narrow but Pace Ne'er Haste with Deftness of Toe. Forsooth and Swig a Shake from here Flask, Filled to Brim with Bad Moonshine. A Pause. A Croon to such Crackling Thornbushes. The Wind Creaks: * Raeiy-zopp . . Raeiy -zopp * * Raiy- Zain Siss-Tuss" * Raeiy-zopp . . Raeiy -zopp * * Raiy- Zain Siss-Tuss" Stray Way, Crumbling Remains, Rust, Grain, Splinter, Wood, Shards, Ghost Footprints on Pavement Brittle the Next Stop in Chill Behind the Crackhouse these Three Heart Bleeding Cravens have Spread Filth Plastic Tin Ash Fuel in a Debris. Circle A, Demon Skull, Goat Wing Cross Marked Thorns Skittering Crawling Prints and Stank Full to a Thrave of Carcass Jool, Remnance as Membrants of the Ecstasy Flicked out in Moments' Fury, Hope Bereft along Avalanche of Defeat by Trust Thrust Inner and Down, the Path of Lonely Stalwart, Beleven to the Neglected Crust of Throil. Piss what Remains of the Gist of the Previous Fix and O'er Graves 'tween Crux and Canyon, Quicken Thru The Pass. Avast Lay Yer Rest, Lean an Arm Against Truss that Smacks Face. Chase-ed by Flickering Chimeras Gypsy Moths Spray and Wind Gusting from Nostril of Swine Mongrel Five, No Further is there Refuge Alay. Alas No More Within From Which To Summon A Straight-eyed View To Level the Field or Evade Prey. Inescapable Pounding on Temples, Crash Knees to Grip Earth for Drunken Vomit, a Classic Track from the Album of Quinnth. Stand, a Graying Scape, Spectrels Dash yet Skither Wayward Nonce. The Final, the Circumverate, Reculituary, Pennissimal, Aveximual, Slush, The End of the Line. You're Doomed. Quinnth Hath Bestowed On Earth Such Grazen Sludges of Psyche-Spew of Aged Mule-Yoghurt Browned and Fermented Beyond the Limits of Palatability to Pass Backwards no such Several Minutes from Whence it Entereth the Sacred System of Tactile Oils and Nerves. Lest it Ne'er Cease to Radioactively Decay, Sever Thee Now to Yon Download Link. http://www.archive.org/details/Quinnth-bluesAndVomit  -Jeemobon | |
Quinnth - Blues & Vomit
