James K Friend Vinyl LP 2025
1. Days Go By
2. Blinkmoth (July Mix)
3. Doom Bikini
4. Idea.2
5. N'balmed
6. Rider
7. On God
8. Peel
9. Lude (Unwind)
10. Play
11. Lung Slide
12. Hypersoft Lovejinx Junkdream
13. Collapse (Falling Forward Blissfully All the Time)
The rupture is filled with sounds and a translation is made from blazing starlight to harmony and weather. Laid down in our silken dreams, the tripped out flows in the dubbed footpath, and with our hands wet, we root down. Her voice fades and gathers from this place, where we hold the water of our bodies against the speaker of time, and let the ripples give us pleasure and vision. Spin slowly around the open air room, dripping with the undertone of two hearts, to hear the warming of her sun come across our deep cold space.
Original: $56.38
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$19.73James K Friend Vinyl LP 2025
1. Days Go By
2. Blinkmoth (July Mix)
3. Doom Bikini
4. Idea.2
5. N'balmed
6. Rider
7. On God
8. Peel
9. Lude (Unwind)
10. Play
11. Lung Slide
12. Hypersoft Lovejinx Junkdream
13. Collapse (Falling Forward Blissfully All the Time)
The rupture is filled with sounds and a translation is made from blazing starlight to harmony and weather. Laid down in our silken dreams, the tripped out flows in the dubbed footpath, and with our hands wet, we root down. Her voice fades and gathers from this place, where we hold the water of our bodies against the speaker of time, and let the ripples give us pleasure and vision. Spin slowly around the open air room, dripping with the undertone of two hearts, to hear the warming of her sun come across our deep cold space.
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1. Days Go By
2. Blinkmoth (July Mix)
3. Doom Bikini
4. Idea.2
5. N'balmed
6. Rider
7. On God
8. Peel
9. Lude (Unwind)
10. Play
11. Lung Slide
12. Hypersoft Lovejinx Junkdream
13. Collapse (Falling Forward Blissfully All the Time)
The rupture is filled with sounds and a translation is made from blazing starlight to harmony and weather. Laid down in our silken dreams, the tripped out flows in the dubbed footpath, and with our hands wet, we root down. Her voice fades and gathers from this place, where we hold the water of our bodies against the speaker of time, and let the ripples give us pleasure and vision. Spin slowly around the open air room, dripping with the undertone of two hearts, to hear the warming of her sun come across our deep cold space.
