Swyft & BAD MNRZ climb the tallest mountain near Tulipa. Both musicians reach the peak and peer downwards in the direction of the gardens. Three orbs materialize above their heads, with each having a different spatial dimension and character. These spinning fireballs are recognized as Mara, Copter, and Totality. Each one shakes violently and soon after launches down towards the flowerbeds. Upon impact, hypnotic music begins streaming through the gloomy trees. The animals slow down to an unrealistic pace and twenty thousand gallons of bubbling liquid gold rush over the hillside.

Peer pressure rescue. Feign a shimmy. Poster boy for the formal. Tantrums, honeycombs, and other nonsensical contacts. Red engine ablaze and whistling about the town. Oats over tenderness. The spatula thief. A righteous synonym to the most blasphemous adverb. Spicy giggles. It is time for the large planet in our sight to topple over on its side. Famous for gnashing the public while under the influence of placebos. The tampered volley. Guesthouse gauges. Breakfast thoughts float seamlessly by. A divvied hallway. Laughter is the language of line cooks. Punch and curtsy.

2017 Tulipa Recordings
http://www.tuliparecordings.com
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
Words by Summer (Brendon Collins)