After scouring the internet for a gentle comedown playlist I was very disappointed and decided to make my own.
Cosmic Funnies
Show & Tell

Andulka
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Origami Around
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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NASA

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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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After scouring the internet for a gentle comedown playlist I was very disappointed and decided to make my own.
Sentimentās the same but the pair of feet change I know my words will dry upon the skin Just like a name I remember hearing Wild winter, warm coffee Momās gone, do you love me? Blazing summer, cold coffee Babyās gone, do you love me? Wrap me in your arms I canāt feel it but
Created to facilitate the preparation for Sasquatch 2015. Ā Submit music that you think deserves to be on the list, we certainly havenāt done the lineup justice.
Sorrow, Donato Giancola
Gif jam 2014
Seth Globepainter
A wip from today Image on the right is negative
Lost in space, Peter Elson
winter is coming to lake mendota
Oral gratification
We made love on the living room floor With the noise in the background of a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say "If we walk away, theyāll walk away" But greed is a bottomless pit And our freedomās a jokeĀ Weāre just taking a piss And the whole world must watch the sad comic display If youāre still free start running away Cause weāre coming for you! Iāve grown tired of holding this pose I feel more like a stranger each time I come home So Iām making a deal with the devils of fame Saying ālet me walk away, pleaseā Youāll be free child once you have died From the shackles of language and measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Till then walk away, walk away So Iām up at dawn Putting on my shoes I just want to make a clean escape Iām leaving but I donāt know where to I know Iām leaving but I donāt know where to