If you dropped a plastic milk crate of cassette tapes on the cigarette ash-colored shag carpet of your rundown rented room, almost all of these songs could be contained within.

This is a collection of songs that flow into each other like the boxcars on a slow-moving, weather-beaten train, as your eyes slip slowly out of focus, your mind adrift, as you wait for the bells to stop ringing, the flashing lighted arms to slowly ascend.

This mix is tied together by sound.

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