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href="http://www.myspace.com/jasonbackfromdeath">Jason and Erik of BIGKID Productions. Filming has begun on a documentary that portrays Iron Gentleman's Philosophy and way of life as well as chronicles the recording of his debut album.
The track entitled "reference track 1" was recorded @ Apparatus' pad DIY and the beat was provided by Apparatus of BIGKID Productions.
This track is by no means a finished product. It is meant to educate and keep you excited about the hyper intelligent Iron Gentleman. If You are not educated listen to this track and get a taste. There will be a finished supreme DIY quality album soon.
-BIGKID PRODUCTIONS
my friend john did the harvest moon beat, iron scream and iron armor red arremer did, he lives in boston now hes in stache, check out the mandarins page, we have a sound click
i really miss my friends, im doing good but love everyone so we should all keep in touch, if your from out a town come on up, punks, anarchists, artists needed
its post war and sleep by the water pipes-common dogs translate slowly-trailer park vibrating at heavy metal frequencys-acid head repeating Food, screaming radios of doom, but its not on all the other channels, cop cars explode, cops and clowns march down the street, singing having sex out loud-displayed poison gas
a man was making sophisticated lies in a labratory then began love in a slime covered bed and citric acid sprayed on him, junkyard under surveillance, car windows smashed, old women yelling at work have they ever seen a nuclear kids film, quake their eyes, a man lost gas, and had to sell his cowboy hat for pocket change, and catch mice outside the convenience store all night, it was like the 1920s, we all reincarnate in the year 4000. since the year 2000 we split in half our dopplegangers are now more helpful, they tell me that americans have learned to accept degradation, drink another one from the piss house, what if your house collapsed where would you go, the government takes it away, you can't blame the chinese then, colonists and immigrants and transients of this planets mysterious sacred soil, have you talked to the all encompassing land that travels with gnomes and worms and insect ghosts inside the dirt, never mind strange bases filled with animal bones and sacrilegous cults that mean nothing, he trys proving it to the cars in the desert they tell you the message its out there dead highway kid you wanna sacrifice yourself for uncle sam for foodstamps and mistreatment while we move around the world trying to find cheap rent, join my war, my dog and i had simultaneous dreams walking across the edges of the ocean and after that into the playground where the stars are closer. a man was making love in his bed out loud cops explode heavy water and channels repeating doom, the human language wrapping in on its self like clay is this the same story. have you ever felt your communication was remote controlled, that you were like a human witnessing a bird and their smooth rolling language, words just came out of your mouth and you were as much a part of all the literary classics and the drama we share beneath the planets, be proud.
my dog ocean was making channels! communicating with a bird in your mouth, the bridge was out an army jeep pulls up
"captain, son of a bitch, go figure the bridge is out"
"the spies are running on iron reserves, stoke their furnaces"
"how about providing them with more cocaine, our translators thrive on that stuff, meditation and self regulation is too difficult to control"
and sperm are just part of the hebrew deciphered equation spreading by feet and physical form, gradually mimicing their internal computer, exerting emotions and ideas, all at once, if we pull our selves together and finance a human victory dont we all succeed?
they walk into the temple with tall hats they find themselves in the roles of spiritual guides hopefully something will influence them. So I showed him a gorilla and pointed out the gorilla's flat nose. Then I pointed out my pointy nose and the boy’s flattened nose. So where did he get his flattened nose from? I told him he was picked up from the jungle and was born to gorillas; a disease had turned his skin white. He didn’t want to believe this, but he did ask his mother whether he had a skin disease.
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