Uploaded September 2018 | Updated September 2026, 42 minutes ago
Download MP3 here: biptunia.com/?p=2750
Made using these synths; Ivor, Ivor2, XenFont2, Xen-FMTS 2, GothThang, and some 808 + rock drum kit drum synths.
This is fine cut 2.
Music: Michael W. Dean
Words and voice: Phil Wormuth
If you want some BipTunia stickers, and some promo cards to hand out, email us on biptunia.com, send us your address, and tell us how many you want and where you’ll hand ’em out. Will send 1 to 10 stickers, and 10 to 100 cards.
WORDS:
The Last Shaman
Dried moss from the crotch of a dead birch tree,
plug o’ tobacco,
buffalo nickel (heads-up for luck),
crushed bones of a small rodent,
fresh pheasant flesh…
Bring to a boil and yes, I can tell your future.
(Wind, sand, and stone speak too slow.)
My words make birds fall from the sky.
I look for meaning in the smallest of things.
My dreams reveal ancient secrets –
the force behind my visions is fierce
(unless obscured by wind, sand, and stone.)
But when I grow too bold,
the sun squares off in the sky –
it instantly sears my eyes…
(wind, sand, and stone
rain down upon me
and force me to question my abilities.)
…and then who am I?
Download MP3 here: biptunia.com/?p=2750
Made using these synths; Ivor, Ivor2, XenFont2, Xen-FMTS 2, GothThang, and some 808 + rock drum kit drum synths.
This is fine cut 2.
Music: Michael W. Dean
Words and voice: Phil Wormuth
If you want some BipTunia stickers, and some promo cards to hand out, email us on biptunia.com, send us your address, and tell us how many you want and where you’ll hand ’em out. Will send 1 to 10 stickers, and 10 to 100 cards.
WORDS:
The Last Shaman
Dried moss from the crotch of a dead birch tree,
plug o’ tobacco,
buffalo nickel (heads-up for luck),
crushed bones of a small rodent,
fresh pheasant flesh…
Bring to a boil and yes, I can tell your future.
(Wind, sand, and stone speak too slow.)
My words make birds fall from the sky.
I look for meaning in the smallest of things.
My dreams reveal ancient secrets –
the force behind my visions is fierce
(unless obscured by wind, sand, and stone.)
But when I grow too bold,
the sun squares off in the sky –
it instantly sears my eyes…
(wind, sand, and stone
rain down upon me
and force me to question my abilities.)
…and then who am I?










