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by Null
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Buy Now €4 EUR or more
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Thank God I'm a Woman
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Four Windows to the Wind
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The Walking Dead
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Song for Myself (v0.4)
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about
Headphones strongly recommended for listening. Half of the music happens below frequencies your laptop speakers can reproduce.
i just wanted to add this: the price tag isn't there to make money off this, but as a sort of natural barrier against making these songs definite. these are just demos of what i actually want to do, and will be expanded and finished in due time. if you REALLY want them as they are, be my guest and buy them. these will be online for a limited time only, as the album versions will replace the demos once they are done.
i just wanted to add this: the price tag isn't there to make money off this, but as a sort of natural barrier against making these songs definite. these are just demos of what i actually want to do, and will be expanded and finished in due time. if you REALLY want them as they are, be my guest and buy them. these will be online for a limited time only, as the album versions will replace the demos once they are done.
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released 01 March 2012
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Null is currently a cult of one and a half that affords my constant worship to the muses. At the moment I am writing and
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recording every day, and have done so for months on end, as the muses are fickle. The first of a series of EPs will be released on the first of March 2012.
Contact: mehothra@aol.com
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Aug 2008
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- Track Name: Song for Myself (v0.4)
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so here’s to the gods
that made me
a tiny house at the bottom of the sea
which lately
got so crowded although my footsteps reverb in the emptiness
cause everyone that comes to see me has to breathe
so the bodies of everyone I knew float
under the everchanging sky
and then again
if I am honest
I was never very social to begin with
therefore the house
and the bodies drift away
fools are rushing in where angels fear to tread
god make us foolish for our struggle
comes the time
when this house is
finally free of its everrotting burden
I think I’ll miss them after all
