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New Pryda (pg. 2)
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| Demoted |
Polarity a thinning scarcity, baring the exposed violent rarities.
The mud shifts in blotches running up to your knees; the gentle buoyancy of 2:33am drifting wonderfully in the breeze. As though the harbinger of discord, a mosquito flickers by your ear telling passing tales of terrible misdeeds. Only to be shoved away, pushed back beyond that velvet rope enveloped in the mind. Right beyond the point where the corner of light catches its edifice and making it gruffly discernible. One foot sinking further downward, poaching for a spot of deeper crust. The lurching becomes disjointed, but well-timed and at a staccato pace for the most part.
The moon had shifted places nearing traces of the contrails under graces and inhales laces of cobwebs and seasoned scenes. A sweltering summoning gliding past each tree, warping the air in front of you into some clandestine opaqueness that resembled a defiled stained-glass window. Looking through it a colorful array appears. Sparse in sentiment, farce predicament, false indictment and enforced excitement.
Be quick, bereavement, before I meet the pavement
Before slight of hand lends me replacement
In the face of a shallow deportment
Lift and swallow all my hollow compartments
Trapped with my severed sections in my one bedroom apartment
Like thick embankment set de-ranking and demoting all the flares emoting to a pinnacle evoking a cynical yet pivotal eroding of the character and swearing there the future isn't flooding. There, behind the contrails of the inserting and protruding indigo skyline.
Kismet's Pryda track grasps hold of me. Clasps hold of you. Melts us together unlike any binding glue. |
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| Clovis |
| quote: | Originally posted by Demoted
Polarity a thinning scarcity, baring the exposed violent rarities.
The mud shifts in blotches running up to your knees; the gentle buoyancy of 2:33am drifting wonderfully in the breeze. As though the harbinger of discord, a mosquito flickers by your ear telling passing tales of terrible misdeeds. Only to be shoved away, pushed back beyond that velvet rope enveloped in the mind. Right beyond the point where the corner of light catches its edifice and making it gruffly discernible. One foot sinking further downward, poaching for a spot of deeper crust. The lurching becomes disjointed, but well-timed and at a staccato pace for the most part.
The moon had shifted places nearing traces of the contrails under graces and inhales laces of cobwebs and seasoned scenes. A sweltering summoning gliding past each tree, warping the air in front of you into some clandestine opaqueness that resembled a defiled stained-glass window. Looking through it a colorful array appears. Sparse in sentiment, farce predicament, false indictment and enforced excitement.
Be quick, bereavement, before I meet the pavement
Before slight of hand lends me replacement
In the face of a shallow deportment
Lift and swallow all my hollow compartments
Trapped with my severed sections in my one bedroom apartment
Like thick embankment set de-ranking and demoting all the flares emoting to a pinnacle evoking a cynical yet pivotal eroding of the character and swearing there the future isn't flooding. There, behind the contrails of the inserting and protruding indigo skyline.
Kismet's Pryda track grasps hold of me. Clasps hold of you. Melts us together unlike any binding glue. |
10/10 will quote various parts in sig for next 2 months. |
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| Demoted |
| I can't wait to start linking his tracks and mixes in my sig. |
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| MrJiveBoJingles |
| quote: | Originally posted by Guest
pryda needs some rawness in his diet. I wonder what he uses to make his music. |
Just a Macbook and Logic with its native plugs and a couple other software synths. Last time I checked anyway. |
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| Ben Brown |
| classic late 90's hypnotic trance style.. love it. |
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| Demoted |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Just a Macbook and Logic with its native plugs and a couple other software synths. Last time I checked anyway. |
I thought he used some semi-crappy Dell with Windows XP or whatever and used some program (Reason maybe?). Or maybe that's to make stuff while traveling. Or maybe I'm completely off base and shouldn't have said anything :/ |
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| Kismet7 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Demoted
Polarity a thinning scarcity, baring the exposed violent rarities.
The mud shifts in blotches running up to your knees; the gentle buoyancy of 2:33am drifting wonderfully in the breeze. As though the harbinger of discord, a mosquito flickers by your ear telling passing tales of terrible misdeeds. Only to be shoved away, pushed back beyond that velvet rope enveloped in the mind. Right beyond the point where the corner of light catches its edifice and making it gruffly discernible. One foot sinking further downward, poaching for a spot of deeper crust. The lurching becomes disjointed, but well-timed and at a staccato pace for the most part.
The moon had shifted places nearing traces of the contrails under graces and inhales laces of cobwebs and seasoned scenes. A sweltering summoning gliding past each tree, warping the air in front of you into some clandestine opaqueness that resembled a defiled stained-glass window. Looking through it a colorful array appears. Sparse in sentiment, farce predicament, false indictment and enforced excitement.
Be quick, bereavement, before I meet the pavement
Before slight of hand lends me replacement
In the face of a shallow deportment
Lift and swallow all my hollow compartments
Trapped with my severed sections in my one bedroom apartment
Like thick embankment set de-ranking and demoting all the flares emoting to a pinnacle evoking a cynical yet pivotal eroding of the character and swearing there the future isn't flooding. There, behind the contrails of the inserting and protruding indigo skyline.
Kismet's Pryda track grasps hold of me. Clasps hold of you. Melts us together unlike any binding glue. |
was a tiny sack fondled while you thought all that up? :stongue: |
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| Kismet7 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Clovis
Yeah you you probably have some pretty high goals set if Eric Prydz is the bar. :stongue: :stongue: |
If your thinking about popularity, nah I have not set any popularity bar that high, and dont think i'll ever be 10% as popular. Just know I could easily make a Pryda track, because I think we share minds a bit on some things musically, but I dont endeavour towards that stuff much these days. |
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| Kismet7 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Demoted
I can't wait to start linking his tracks and mixes in my sig. |
Would be awesome if you did. Great musics should be shared, and if you can help market my music, would nice of you and could possibly make up for a life of trolling. If only if you had a skill that is actually useful, like making cool music videos. Take a crash course on audio visual arts yah? |
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| Demoted |
| I've been saving my precum in little jars and was going to put it in my will but... |
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| Guest |
| quote: | Originally posted by Kismet7
If your thinking about popularity, nah I have not set any popularity bar that high, and dont think i'll ever be 10% as popular. Just know I could easily make a Pryda track, because I think we share minds a bit on some things musically, but I dont endeavour towards that stuff much these days. |
You just guaranteed another 8-pager. Lookin' fwd |
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| Kismet7 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Demoted
I've been saving my precum in little jars and was going to put it in my will but... |
You sick :stongue:
Did you grow up touching/torchering dolls? With Marilyn Monroe (Manson) as a role model? |
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