An Alaskan boy built by cement cinderblocks, dealing delightful delectables. Equaling fear, grace, hostility, ironic instablity in jest. Keeping lovely lavender lathers might make my new noise oscillator ostentatiously pacifying. Quietly quenching relaxed rich rodents sounds so satisfying that to take them there ultimately would vindicate white washed xebecs, young zander.

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Mr. Rider--Vocals, Guitar, Banjo

There is a chance I may have some company on this recording...we shall see.