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Hot Natured (feat ali love) - Forward Motion EP (Hot Creations) Out Now (pg. 2)
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| Ted Promo |
Better the menagerie of palpably placed charts and chart toppers. To be but a fly on the wall in the studio therein. Wherein. These very elements are combined in bitter tasting alchemy on imacs dubbed imax with strokes of genius masked in laxative facial jargon from the drugs you've shipped in at a bargain.
This, this is how Tiesto knows. He's fancied the trade routes of the dimensions you won't admit you ascribe to. Glimmer faintly in the porous background, the poorest sad sound you've ever heard, measured by nature's tendency toward absurd. Covering the mouth won't suffice with the succumbing attributes of the driest in ice melting in the veins of the splintered thoughts and sinner's spliced and thinner thrice the center of the Christ.
For this is what he is. He journeyed far for this. Lee Foss hopefully had a hand in this and Jamie Jones had better undressed for this, at least came under dressed for this.
No amount of cocaine would make the night prove less boring. Only concoctions of tranquilizers keep our innocuous equalizers soaring. Back to the warming core of the earth where the basslines truly are.
Past the mole people.
Past the next sample you deem worthy.
Past all those critics.
Cynics.
You never made it, it was already there. You've only shaped it in the theme of the endless party. The recovery party. The amnesty party. This nest egg is hatching in the godliest of ways. |
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| Ted Promo |
| Tiesto treats record labels akin to a harem. This is no different. This takes part willingly. |
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| pozz |
| holy ketamine batman! |
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| pozz |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ted Promo
Better the menagerie of palpably placed charts and chart toppers. To be but a fly on the wall in the studio therein. Wherein. These very elements are combined in bitter tasting alchemy on imacs dubbed imax with strokes of genius masked in laxative facial jargon from the drugs you've shipped in at a bargain.
This, this is how Tiesto knows. He's fancied the trade routes of the dimensions you won't admit you ascribe to. Glimmer faintly in the porous background, the poorest sad sound you've ever heard, measured by nature's tendency toward absurd. Covering the mouth won't suffice with the succumbing attributes of the driest in ice melting in the veins of the splintered thoughts and sinner's spliced and thinner thrice the center of the Christ.
For this is what he is. He journeyed far for this. Lee Foss hopefully had a hand in this and Jamie Jones had better undressed for this, at least came under dressed for this.
No amount of cocaine would make the night prove less boring. Only concoctions of tranquilizers keep our innocuous equalizers soaring. Back to the warming core of the earth where the basslines truly are.
Past the mole people.
Past the next sample you deem worthy.
Past all those critics.
Cynics.
You never made it, it was already there. You've only shaped it in the theme of the endless party. The recovery party. The amnesty party. This nest egg is hatching in the godliest of ways. |
quoted for posterity |
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| dynomite8 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ted Promo
Tiesto treats record labels akin to a harem. This is no different. This takes part willingly. |
how so? |
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| LoveHate |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ted Promo
Better the menagerie of palpably placed charts and chart toppers. To be but a fly on the wall in the studio therein. Wherein. These very elements are combined in bitter tasting alchemy on imacs dubbed imax with strokes of genius masked in laxative facial jargon from the drugs you've shipped in at a bargain.
This, this is how Tiesto knows. He's fancied the trade routes of the dimensions you won't admit you ascribe to. Glimmer faintly in the porous background, the poorest sad sound you've ever heard, measured by nature's tendency toward absurd. Covering the mouth won't suffice with the succumbing attributes of the driest in ice melting in the veins of the splintered thoughts and sinner's spliced and thinner thrice the center of the Christ.
For this is what he is. He journeyed far for this. Lee Foss hopefully had a hand in this and Jamie Jones had better undressed for this, at least came under dressed for this.
No amount of cocaine would make the night prove less boring. Only concoctions of tranquilizers keep our innocuous equalizers soaring. Back to the warming core of the earth where the basslines truly are.
Past the mole people.
Past the next sample you deem worthy.
Past all those critics.
Cynics.
You never made it, it was already there. You've only shaped it in the theme of the endless party. The recovery party. The amnesty party. This nest egg is hatching in the godliest of ways. |
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| djhaziel |
| At what bpms would tiesto play this :conf: |
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| enydo |
135+
130+ if he was feeling saucy |
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| Ted Promo |
| quote: | Originally posted by dynomite8
how so? |
It was outside East Rutheford adjacent to the complex where the concert was held where they met up. Tijs had just gotten off stage where he had been residing in the almost astral portion of the hemispherical strobing platform he had been raised upon to present his electronic argument to the overpaid and oversexed sweating throng below.
He knew better than they ever could.
Business deals weren't the most pertinent transaction he was attempting to make during these moments but when one shuffles its way into his trajectory rarely can his steely eyes pass over a fair one and glance right by into the tail end of the contrails of passing traffic. Especially when this business deal was wearing a low-cut spaghetti strapped shirt emblazoned with his logo that his illustrious brand complex designed that they said typified his most outward conjecture. His knees sweat a little, and taming his third eye to focus through her false intentions he could glean a sort of parsimonious smile that in some way warmed his carnal leanings.
She said she worked for Hot Creations. A label of sunglasses and past cares. A label from the better coast where each grain of sand on their beaches equated to one less worrisome moment when compared to any other place. On this label you could have touched an innumerable amount of children in ways they never thought to advertise and this label would only grant you a deeper and more involving contract to construct beats for them in the most willynilly of manners. Time signatures not withstanding, four to the floor meant so much more.
Piquing his interest Tijs grabbed her forcefully and placed her in his Porsche that he didn't have prior to the event that he spun records at so generously but that one of his entourage decided he needed suddenly and then procured for him because goddamn is he Tijs and he remixed Delerium's Silence, by god.
Jutting through traffic the lanes transitioned into nothing more than a contiguous black stripe as the reverberations of his Heineken Music Hall 2005 set accompanied the speakers before them. Super8 & Tab - Helsinki Scorchin' came on
OOGA OOGA AHH AHH AHH
OOGA OOGA
Stop short. Her breasts heaved forward but his arm lurched backward, reflexively. Instinctual.
The hotel loomed before them after a few more minutes of furious bends around what seemed like nascent corners that neither of them were entirely familiar with. Once they were on the right floor and had stepped out of the elevator she noticed an event slightly awry of prior conception; the hall was littered with other men and women each with an elaborate bondage suit on with straps swooping downward grazing on the thin patterned carpet below them. A knot appeared in her throat as she began to spot logos. One said BLACK HOLE RECORDINGS and there was a cheeky and well-placed diagram of a black hole where one would rightly imagine there being one. Another said BONZAI.
Another that said DESSOUS who would not stop jacking her body in a slow and rhythmic death rattle to a muffled Terry Lee Brown Jr. EP palced lovingly on a record player beside her. Tijs took his spot at the end of the hall and immediately she noticed his penis was out.
This is where it got brutal. But she looked in her back pocket and found her now somewhat crumpled picture of Lee Foss she had taken with her for motivation. She knew why she had come here, and she was prepared to face anything to get Hot Creations on Club Life episode 247. |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
| welp...that got my menstrual cycle all inflamed and ready to go. |
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