White Mountain Music

by Dweet Toonzip & I Feel the Earth Move

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08:02
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07:15
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03:57
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4.
04:47
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08:24
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03:52
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10:38
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08:23
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A split album between artists Dweet Toonzip and I Feel the Earth Move.

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released 29 May 2010
David Kraus: Tracks 1 through 4
Cyrus Fisher: Tracks 5 through 8, Album Art

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tags: experimental lo-fi neo-psychedelia ambient avant-garde drone experimental rock free funk minimalism neo-industrial neo-psychedelia noise spoken word Oregon

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Track Name: Acid Bath! You Metal Cloud Machine (I'll Eat What I Like, When I Like)
[frustrated man groaning and arguing]
Track Name: Ass Burgers Buffet
Ass Burgers: [On the next Superman, Carlos Mencia will ski down the side of a building.]

Ass Burgers Returns: "Here I sit brokenhearted..." he carved deep into his 'jack-o-lanterned' stall. Its walls specked deep with the blotches of paint and spots of poop from days of future past; though all men on any day, past or present, were all the same here. Dropping their coverings so carefully put on for the day to unleash the mounds, the hounds, and the rivers of excess. Like the runt of the litter, they'd litter and leave for dead their brown-babies — though trophied for the next to enter, 'cause no one flushes that lemonade, that gold, that shower is priceless in the forethought imagination of this new creation's man-mother. Pat Protagonist put his mind to rest and his muscles to work, hands now excluded. Flexing deeply he pushed hardly, and with a deep growl from somewhere other than Pat's mouth hardly anything came out. Was this God's comedy? Smells so rich and sounds so startling, a real man at this point would laugh. Noticing a progression, Pat flexed and pushed again, now enjoying the fruits of his labors. An offering had been prepared with a bit more work. The smell of Pat now filled the dank air. Tiny towels began to slide though their aluminum cave; cave dwellers with a sense of hygiene, picking up the after-birth of another type of Cro-Magnon. Cave dwellers versus their terrorist neighbors. Pat dropped the tiny towels in the once off-white water-pit like coins in a slot-machine. He'd won his reward. Concealing his once bare legs he got up and walked past the curse words having the notion that his orphaned children would later on be looked after by another, at least for a moment.
Track Name: C A R P
Had a vision while fishing it became so clear,
I needed to obtain oil from a carp's ear.

[C A R, C A P, C R P, A R P]
Track Name: I Feel the Earth Move - Triangles
Triangle