This is another old track, it's about 5 years old. I hope everything's o.k. down your way let me know when you see the meter stick. Thanks fye - fie.

[esterante fervo terenterone spieglementatutta a=å]

ONHOLIDAYAY

I have taken some of the rubbish tracks off of my old albums because I decided these albums might be good if got rid of the bad songs off of them.

This originally appeared on 2006's Cronies and is a particularly weak track. For the few people who own these albums, and more particularly the even fewer of them that have actually bothered to listen to them - sorry.

There is the dust and there is also the dutt. Effluent back bacon. There are the children how they howl, how they cry, the musty spectre, the grainy eyes. The salt in the blood, the frost in the mind. The spirit of memory, the service of squash on a silver plate and yet it is sunday, it is only sliver silver Sunday. Our Sunday - Our eyes. Fast foreign. Floppy free. The children, oh the children: how they howl.Frowl

zippy crispy poppy dooby doo.

Sorry it's late. So sorry, it's forry.

got a job on a cheese stall, made a stupid cheese related track

Basically the first bar has 240 notes, the second bar has 120, the third bar has 80, then 60, 48, 40,30, 24, 20, 16, 15,12, 10, 8, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. All the factors of 240 but with the melody staying basically the same.

Maximum unemployment skills.

Fresh, one day old composition. Hope you don't like it.

This is my cheating solution to my prime number conundrum. basically whenever it goes over an Octave and a half it starts at n-(last number+1). still is rubbs.