U Dun Fukd” is a 7 track album written by up and coming folk punk maniac Moose Knukle. He is a nightmare, and you should keep him away from your children or he will turn them into Satan worshipping, anti-government psychopaths.

This man is dangerous.

The first track of the album, “Drugs in my Ass” sounds like children’s music written by Satan himself. The peaceful melodies, repetitive melodic chanting, and strange musical structure make for a beautiful sound.  It can compare to the vocal style of most angry folk punkers, but the lyrics could compare to the style of… no one really. This is a minute and twenty-four seconds of listing illegal drugs.

        The second track is called, “Boats.” The mood is melancholy, and smooth, with light, acoustic picking. I would suggest this song for anyone trying to calm down and think about the physical structure of a sailboat in a poetic way.

        These are some of the many qualities that come off of the album.  On a serious note, if you are sensitive to offensive material, this is not the album for you, but if you like senseless fucked up acoustic music, then this is for you.

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a collection of warm indie folk songs that are perfect for long car rides and tons of adventure

adventure awaits

1. lost in my mind | the head and the heart //2. you swan, go on | mount eerie //3. stubborn love | the lumineers //4. pink champagne | drew blackard //5. five years time | noah and the whale //6. all of the seas | suntrapp //7. toast this life | grayson matthews //8. first day of my life | bright eyes //9. brother | mighty oaks //10. winter song | the head and the heart //11. mykonos | fleet foxes //12. hello, you beautiful thing | jason mraz //13. king and lionheart | of monsters and men //14. slow it down | the lumineers

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Happy Birthday To Me (Feb. 15)
  • Happy Birthday To Me (Feb. 15)
  • Bright Eyes
  • Noise Floor (Rarities: 1998-2005)

"All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made, I’m sure all of them were wrong
And to this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, this wasted year
Well devoted friends, they disappear
And I’m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don’t make
I guess it’s just like breathing when not wanting to
There are some things you can’t fake