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Are you paranoid enough? |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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It's not easy to remove a tumor on the back of a flatbed truck going 120 miles an hour. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Charge into battle, armed to teeth and ready to die for your God. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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A song about a cat attacking my foot... among other things. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Swirly and tribal. My first song. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Disco meets Acid meets House. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Sit back and enjoy the ride. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Loose and erratic. There are wood screws being driven into your eyes, and you're utterly helpless to do anything about it. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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Everybody had nightmares. What if a nightmare has you? Prepare to be eaten alive. |
CD: undeclared
Label: filthy musek
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