I feel like banjos, computers, and old school infused-modern. It makes me grow into a flower. A blossomed yellow, filled with ink drips and oboes flying out of them.
Autopilot Is For Lovers - Pessimist (MP3)
Computers Vs. Banjos - Give Up The Ghost (MP3)
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