Mixtape: Mike T.: INDONESIA: Aku Akan Kembali

A tribute to the country I love.

I planned to write more but the inspiration has left me.

but this is possibly the best mixtape I have made so far. in-my-opinion.

for what that's worth.

music you might not expect.

akumaupulang. pulangkeindonesianesianesia.

i did include a track listing in the zip for those interested

i just ask that you listen to it through one time first before looking

it keeps things exciting that way.


please leave a comment here. we don't get many.

and i'd really like to know what you think about this one.

peace,
Mike T.

LINK:
http://www.mediafire.com/?rzlc1c4hnnar5bi

Mixtape: Mike T.: New Lovin'

smiles like the rainbow in your heart.

http://www.mediafire.com/?ujbqah1t3axd2ja

Cyber Age Dawn

Oil to cyborg's spirit; light breathing unto electric flame.



http://www.mediafire.com/?j25dtvdiztlnyom

Siteran Gobjog - Indonesian Gamalean

this that blue man group.



http://www.mediafire.com/?uzmoityhmzz

Daedelus - Invention

Old times slow house. living on everyone elses couch.



link
http://www.mediafire.com/?hk2nlzzmttk

Quiet Times- Mixtape by Mike T. / Connor

A wild world of night. whispering in the the broken glass lying on the floor. Speaking of secrets. Thousands of broken shards creating a beautiful new universe in burnt out building. Fire in soup can to warm hands. Friend for mice and swift moving shadows. Laughing in the darkness. twenty seven fingers poking through end of woolen gloves. An alchemist. A poet. A junky. A dream.


Side A- Mike T.
http://www.mediafire.com/?hdiizcvrj1n

Side B- Connor
http://www.mediafire.com/?yvqwzenm1rn

Bachir Attar / Elliott Sharp- In New York

What about the words that travel above the ones you hear with delicate human ears spoken with delicate human mouth? Spoken with pain so high only heard by dogs even with tails between legs suiciding on chicken bones or jumping from cliffs. Cats refuse to land on their feet after hearing. This is my spoken-unheard pain. You could hear it in my eyes if your pride would only let you look. Until then the spiders flee the walls with bleeding ears. Evolution forbidding man from seeing himself. From hearing the obvious-never-secret. And I can’t speak that I want you to hear it. So I sit silent mind vibrating shaking the walls




http://www.mediafire.com/?tyizjx3zmzg