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6. Towns Lane

  • Published: 2013-08-12T04:31:52Z
  • By The Steps
Towns Lane

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7. bang ft. zak downtown & kevin flum (prod. sugar hollows)

  • Published: 2017-04-25T17:19:49Z
  • By C-Trox
bang ft. zak downtown & kevin flum (prod. sugar hollows)

I make those speakers go... Buy on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/bang-feat-zak-downtown-kevin-flum-single/id1229395514 Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6eA7nPpTC4lPpfpNNJGbgr Lyrics: Verse (Zak): Konichiwa dont sleep on god you know i make those speakers knock told you we aint stopping til its poppin i could see the top got it bumpin like acne i run shit like track meets im tricky and crafty the ball in my court i aint planning on passing (like im russel) turn me up a few decibals and let me shut down the festivals my check need 7 digits before you get the decimal shorty told me she flexible i just might have to test it tho every night is like spring break we turn small towns into mexico Hook (C-Trox): Turn the music up loud this shits banging man it's justcrazy Straight bumping in the whip like ouuuu those speakers go BANG Speakers go BANG BANG I'll make those speakers go BANG Speakers go BANG BANG I make that speaker go Speaker go BANG BANG. That speaker go BANG Speakers go BANG BANG I'll make that speaker go Verse (Trox): I look good with some gold on me dancing... and I know it It's all name brand I don't fuck with randoms And I'll show it Just me and my dudes Or me by self w/ my bitch every shot that I take is a swish Most people ya'll fuck with are stuck in a lane but I'm balling, each move that ya'll make is a miss but keep trying I'm not finished there's more that I wanna do I want a billboard single a couple a million views I want to start my own label with rappers I get to choose Cause 99% of y'all sound like shit I don't need to bitch and wine with it Cause lately I've been on the grind with it Stay quiet. Mouth closed. Make Moves. I don't have to fucking try, I do. Verse (Kevin): Oo homie check out this chick thats been eyein me with them eyes straight invitin me pantless party at her condo she pick up her phone said hold up im inviting three more bitches im slayin all yall wheres the mortician got ur numbers fucked up like the scores missin and i dont ever play games cuz im BORED with it c trox and i, come thru and apostrocize got you feelin so ostracized with the pots and knives the way we come thru and chef yall up break dance the way we step yall up yall cant even keep up with a little bit of competion got me thinkin that you prolly in the wrong position you fucked acting like its all ok boy thats sus ‘slong as you aint in the way of my bucks ooo. still its fuck yo assumptions taste the future its scrumptious make them speakers go bang x2 Follow on Twitter: @CTroxMusic @ZakDowntown @KFlum Mixed/Mastered: @NeekAttack Recorded at Neek Attack Studios

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8. Ghost Towns

Ghost Towns

The small towns of California’s northern Central Valley have an eerie loneliness to them. Cinematically, take Two-Lane Blacktop and fuse it with Neil Young’s Human Highway. Fix that into music and you’d get something like Ghostwriter. Odd rock & roll from Orland, home of the dearly departed Nothing People, Ghostwriter lurks in the dust-caked shadows of rusted old cars and “obsolete,” solidstate, electronic instruments. The Chrome-meets-psych sounds of the Nothing People is there, with some haunted rockabilly ala Alan Vega, Residents-like wooziness, and something that makes me thing of the words “paranoid closet.” Top quality on its own, but especially excited will be you Nothing People fans who keep bugging me about “their next album.” These outsider/loner rock sounds will be listened to for years to come. Limited pressing of 300. (SS087)

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9. Plastic Mass

Plastic Mass

The small towns of California’s northern Central Valley have an eerie loneliness to them. Cinematically, take Two-Lane Blacktop and fuse it with Neil Young’s Human Highway. Fix that into music and you’d get something like Ghostwriter. Odd rock & roll from Orland, home of the dearly departed Nothing People, Ghostwriter lurks in the dust-caked shadows of rusted old cars and “obsolete,” solidstate, electronic instruments. The Chrome-meets-psych sounds of the Nothing People is there, with some haunted rockabilly ala Alan Vega, Residents-like wooziness, and something that makes me thing of the words “paranoid closet.” Top quality on its own, but especially excited will be you Nothing People fans who keep bugging me about “their next album.” These outsider/loner rock sounds will be listened to for years to come. Limited pressing of 300. (SS087)

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10. Cats Cats Baby

Cats Cats Baby

MCShakyCheese honoring The Tremendous Ten with a Wildcats tribute going out to the greatest college basketball team in history, all set to the tune of Vanilla Ice's Classic: Ice, Ice Baby. No proceeds gained from song creation. All rights belong to original copyright holders. Lyrics: Yo, UK, Let's kick it! Cats Cats Baby... Cats cats baby Alright Stop, Call a timeout and listen Cal is back with a brand new invention Towns grabs a hold of it tightly Drives like a tank, daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo - I think no Draw out the foul, and he'll blow To the extreme he's got the size like Randle Light up the court with his dunks you can't handle Dance, Go flood the streets with blue We're killin' your bracket like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when Aaron's three is necessity Anything less than his best is a felony Love 'em, or leave em', you better give way You better hit bull's eye, those Cats don't play If there was a problem, Booker will solve it Check out his three's while the replay revolves it Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Now that the team is jumpin' With the ball passed in, and the offense is pumpin' Quick to the rim, to the rim, no faking Shootin' FGs, cause their defense is shaken Burning them, they ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when they flash our symbol And our game stats, played with souped up tempo They're on a roll, they ain't in it solo Drainin' their 3.0's With the shotclock high so their rhymth can flow Cheerleaders on standby, waving just to say, "Hi!" Did he stop? No - Lyles just drove by Kept on pursuing to his best spot He busted left, Razors trying for their next block Their block was dead, Yo, so we continued to NCAA Champion Avenue! Cats are hot shocking fans like Houdini Ulis rocking speed like Lamborghinis Jealous, cause he's making good time Ulis with a lob then its Willie at the line Ready for the jumps on the ball Duke acting ill cause they're used to the thrown calls Jumpshots rang out like a bell Dakari fallin', all I heard was yells Falling on the court floor real fast Now he's up, ready for a pass Body to body, the lane's gettin' packed We're tryna pull away but the refs are stacked Lee settin' the screen, you know what I mean? They get tripped up, getin' mad cause they got creamed If there was a problem, Karl will solve it Check out his hooks while the replay revolves it Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Take heed, we're the champs and we show it Trophy is on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the hype sound Enough to shake and burn couches to the ground 'Cause our style is keepin' it real Pro skill you can vision and feel Practiced and performed, its one Hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to play with this Andrew plays for the fade, feet like a ninja Cuttin like a razor blade so fast, other PGs say "Damn." He's got a breakaway, get ready for the slam Keep my composure when we cut the net loose Magnetized by the trophy shining like Zeus If there was a problem, Cats will solve it Check out the banner while the replay revolves it Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Yo, Let's get it out of here... Wild Cats 40 and 0 Wild Cats 40 and 0 and 0 Wild Cats 40 and 0 Wild Cats 40 and 0 and 0

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11. Living on the edge

  • Published: 2016-12-19T12:29:15Z
  • By BBCOuch!
Living on the edge

On this hour-long show, we meet disabled people living in the Canadian Arctic and the Australian outback. Does cold, ice, snow, heat and remote living mean that these places are too inaccessible for them to function independently? Or do the communities rally-round in different ways to those connected towns and cities where access and independence might seem better? We hook up with a visually impaired couple who live in the icy city of Iqaluit by the Arctic Ocean. And, in remote Australia, we speak to a man in Berrigan who setup a "shed" where men can congregate and talk as they toil, in order to combat isolation and mental health problems. Contributors include: Holly Lane, Kelly MacDonald, Samantha Jenkinson of People with Disabilities WA, Tony Taylor from Men's Shed, Jo Russell, Mike Stopkaand and wife Jenna. With thanks to AMI Audio in Toronto, Canada and 720ABC Perth, Australia. Presenters are Kate Monaghan and Simon Minty. The producer was Damon Rose. Get in touch with us and tell us where you are listening to us from and what you do while you listen. email [email protected] tweet @bbcouch or find us on Facebook. Also, tell your friends about the programme, rate and review us on iTunes or wherever you get your podcasts - it helps people who would appreciate this programme to find it. Published on December 14, 2016.

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12. Genghis Khan

Genghis Khan

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Genghis Khan. Born Temujin in the 12th Century, he was cast out by his tribe when just a child and left to struggle for survival on the harsh Steppes of what is now Mongolia. From these beginnings he went on to become Genghis Khan, leader of the greatest continuous land-based empire the world has ever seen. His conquered territories stretched from the Caspian Sea to the borders of Manchuria, from the Siberian forest to what is now Afghanistan.He was a charismatic commander and a shrewd military tactician. He was swift to promote those who served him well, ignoring race or creed, but vengeful to those who crossed him, killing every inhabitant of resistant towns, even the cats and dogs. Generally regarded as barbarians by their enemies, the Mongol armies were in fact disciplined and effective.So how did Genghis create such an impressive fighting force? How did he draw together such diverse peoples to create a wealthy and successful Empire? And what was his legacy for the territories he conquered?With Peter Jackson, Professor of Medieval History at Keele University; Naomi Standen, Lecturer in Chinese History at Newcastle University;George Lane, Lecturer in History at the School of Oriental and African Studies Feb 01, 2007

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13. Searching for an ocean... (click for lyrics)

Searching for an ocean...  (click for lyrics)

Written sung and mixed up by emma... Searching for an Ocean.. I left home to sail on the wild reckless sea left home to dance with the strike of the wind for miles I drove on to the deep green deep swell the wilderness whip and the sand salt lip smell High far up high in my head gulls did scream circled white specks in a harsh lost land dream searching for an ocean searching for a dream Miles, o miles, it were miles till the cars choke the road with their surfboards their flippers as towns overflowed I turned down country lane as the dust rivers rose and the ash smeared thick and heavy with my tears Drove slowly home, dust in my heart, grit in my eye and a terrible ache of despair.. You stand there, alone, awaiting me still the wind blows us close throws us limb unto limb and the broken glass cry of the gulls, Gentle, so gentle you lead me inside to the warm snuggle mass of our sleeping child

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14. Slugs And Clowns

Slugs And Clowns

The small towns of California’s northern Central Valley have an eerie loneliness to them. Cinematically, take Two-Lane Blacktop and fuse it with Neil Young’s Human Highway. Fix that into music and you’d get something like Ghostwriter. Odd rock & roll from Orland, home of the dearly departed Nothing People, Ghostwriter lurks in the dust-caked shadows of rusted old cars and “obsolete,” solidstate, electronic instruments. The Chrome-meets-psych sounds of the Nothing People is there, with some haunted rockabilly ala Alan Vega, Residents-like wooziness, and something that makes me thing of the words “paranoid closet.” Top quality on its own, but especially excited will be you Nothing People fans who keep bugging me about “their next album.” These outsider/loner rock sounds will be listened to for years to come. Limited pressing of 300. (SS087)

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15. Stephen Hoshaw Of Travel Lane County Oregon With Michelle Winner

Stephen Hoshaw Of Travel Lane County Oregon With Michelle Winner

PALAT Member and Americas correspondent, Michelle Winner was recently in Eugene Oregon where she met up with Stephen Hoshaw, ( hoe-shaw) PR & Social Media manager of Travel Lane County who talks about what Eugene, Oregon has to offer visitors, from the Cascade Mountain areas to the Pacific northwest beach towns along the spectacular Oregon Coast.

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16. Making All the Towns

Making All the Towns

Join us this week as we hit the road covering some of the most famous cities in wrestling history!! Riding shotgun with me is cousin Wild Bill Brown helping me navigate through this geographical trip down professional wrestling memory lane!!! From great matches and spectacular moments, to cities that produced some of the best talent as well as the history behind some of these arenas that hosted these moments, we go coast to coast and border to border "making all the towns" this week on Kick'n Out At 2!!!!!

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17. Welcome 2 da 254 (Prod. TRIPPYMANE)

Welcome 2 da 254 (Prod. TRIPPYMANE)

follow the homie: https://soundcloud.com/trippymanebeats Two five fo my area code you know i got to rep it, always showin love to the playas down in Central Texas, we reckless, they jealous but know they gon respect it Got diamonds on my neck and wrist so cold they'll leave you breathless Choppin on the blades or even swangin on the 84s, poppin trunk and bangin Screw, while smokin on a stick of dro Bang and rollin slow, sippin syrup outta styrofoam Switchin lanes on telephone, I love my city, not these hoes From McGregor to Killeen, reppin Waco and Bellmead, I'm the coldest and the hottest muthafucka ridin clean If i ever hear you talkin down on the south, pistol whip ya grill and slap the taste out ya mouth In the Lone Star State, I'm the Texas rattlesnake, catch me stone cold stuntin on the hataz and the fakes Welcome to da 2 5 4, pimpin pens and gettin throwed, the CTX Guerilla out the jungle, wreckin shop on hoes Always hol it down for my state and my town, swangin in McGregor, I be shuttin shit down Ridin round my side of town, my windows up and i blow a pound I'm lane switchin and paint drippin, turnin heads and surp sippin, I'm in the burbs and I'm flippin birds, 84s pokin, I'm scrapin curbs, we ridin dirty and flood the scene, from Waco Temple Killeen, to Cameron park Troy Bellmead, got mad love for towns inbetween, I'm putting on for my area code, 2 5 4 hoe, recognize, invisible, but we on the rise, they sleepin on us like lullabies, climbin to the top, eyes on the prize, neva comin down, we stay high, we stay crunk, we stay lit, hatin on the south, you can suck my dick, respect the name, its Cobain, fore I come dyne and split ya wig

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18. Memory Lane (rough mix)

  • Published: 2013-07-07T20:23:48Z
  • By tawalker
Memory Lane (rough mix)

This is the second song I wrote for the 2013 50/90 Challenge (to write and demo fifty songs in ninety days). As I penned this one, the UK was basking in a long-awaited hot spell, and I was feeling accordingly summery. I’ve often wondered what makes a song feel “summer-like”, and even though I can name plenty of pop/rock records which fit the bill, I can never quite put my proverbial finger on the “ingredients”... but no matter :-) This song is quite influenced by the 1980s “cassette culture”/lo-fi British band Cleaners From Venus (pretty much the brainchild of singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and poet Martin Newell), and the production in particular, with lots of compression, delay and other effects. I’d ideally like to re-record a few bits, especially the vocals (a bit weedier than I’d like, but I couldn’t record them too forcefully as my family were in the house...), but I think you’ll see where this song is going. Technical stuff: recorded on Multitrack DAW on an iPhone 4S, through a TASCAM iU2 audio interface, and mixed in Logic Pro on a Mac. The drum-machine loop comes from FunkBox, and the 12-string guitar is a Seagull S12. The electric guitar and bass were processed through JamUp Pro XT; the former is the first track I’ve recorded with my new Ministar Testar electric “travel” guitar... but it certainly won’t be the last you’ll hear of it during this 50-90! Lyrics: We waited long, through months of grey And finally, the sun arose again The boy deep down inside, prays this is the day To rollerskate down Memory Lane [chorus] Long-forgotten summers await the kiss of life Trains to distant seaside towns await Grab an ice-cream you remember Memory Lane is calling - don't be late The signs we see - both black and blue Are only recollections that remain Sometimes further down, mists may block the view But I've never broken down on Memory Lane

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