Spinning Beach Ball of Death's songs are about nothing, his nothing sounds very rough, like bathing in sand paper. If you're in mothers womb you feel cozy and blissful, but you have to come out and breath. There's no way for you to go to the beach so you consume yourself from a cinematic point of view in your fantasies, watching boring and lonely life with a "mystical" eye, trying to give it some kind of meaning, it seems like all emotions have been experienced, and all that's left was this "trendy" feeling of nostalgia. His broken headphones and lo-fi equipment provide you with no ram for "fancy" plugins, sometimes the sounds do hurt and afterwards they're nice, then fall apart and are led astray like schizophrenic waves, to the other shore. Hope for the future would be like hanging on the idealized past, it's a cycle, get the beauty and don't keep spending dollars on suicide...
"VIVA§"
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