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Once I had a dream that you Were a bicycle and I was, Was the dusty dirt road. And you tore up my face for miles, Tore up my face for miles. Ferociously slicing the indifferent molecules Between yourself and a stream you found Much more pleasing. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s dreaming, dreaming of screaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. If I shed off all of my skin And let my muscles rot off in the sun For all the bugs and the pointy teeth Animals to eat, Would you play the drums with my bones? Play the drums with my bones? Play the drums with my bones? Play the drums with my bones? It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s dreaming, dreaming of screaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. If I cut off the top of my head And some one removed my brain, Would you dust off your pretty feet and toes? And toes. And toes. Step inside my head And beat my ear drums, Like how you play the drums. So your skills can forever be Embedded in my head. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s dreaming, dreaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s streaming, streaming. It’s dreaming of coming home to you. It’s streaming, it’s dreaming, it’s screaming. It’s streaming, streaming.

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All of the song titles come from the dialogue of 'Rabbits' by David Lynch.

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released July 22, 2012

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The Flesh, Full of Black Sand Tyler, Texas

Minimalistic, droning, dark ambient created by Dakota Snaketail.

Listen alone in a dark room with candles lit, or while you're falling asleep.

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