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  • The Elders Blessed This Limited Edition Cassette and it's Incredibly Rare
    Cassette + Digital Album

    Limited 100 cassette run includes 4-panel liner with bonus poem. Each cassette blessed by the elders of Trøntønømø Bay.

    Artwork & design by Trøn 444.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Trøntønømø Bay via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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Produced by Trøn 444
Additional Production by Skelli Skel
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Gabriel Owsley at Studio Clart

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*shallow breaths from the highest point in Trøntønømø Bay*

Verse
Spa for the soul
Opera for the cold-
Hearted
Steve Francis Ford Coppola
Coppin a quop from an unidentified spot
And dippin like guacamola
Silk the Chakra in Nola
This is not Los Angeles
Art studio lit as my custom candles is
Maak Lab
Drippin wax like sap and dabbing wax til I nap
Sip a nightcap at half past noon
Wash down a shroom cap and a stem with a pabst in a can
Clappin my hands for an encore before rehearsal
“Let’s build fam” said the man in the condemned warehouse
Spam in my pan no junk mail
The funk will never fail!
Sever the sail and just float
Nowhere close to the coast
Used to unknow
Now I just wanna post up with my grandfather
And breath the same air while he’s here
‘Cause you can’t inherit missed time
Blissful ignorance of the youth
Estrangement to the later generation that created my hesitation
The first time we met we didn’t speak the same language
Pain and anguish contained in the cage behind bars
I blind stars
Behind the,
You know, really inside the hyperbolic spirit
I argue with the mirror that don’t speak back
retract the statements to the shadows of guilt
Just pilt the lane with no shame I won’t wilt with old age
Built stilts for a house on the hill
And if i fall in the sea
Then so be it’s will

*sounds of Urth as it sheds yesterday’s skin*

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from Tr​ø​nt​ø​n​ø​mø Bay, released December 21, 2016

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