you are not who you *think* you are. all this association is getting us in a right mess. my this and that, i'm a this and that. you did this to me, and i don't like her. we got it all backasswards. why protect your beliefs? at what cost? whose beliefs are they anyway? what life is this?
rich monkeys danced with substances, made weekend friends and tore holes in the dancefloor. they temporarily forgot the pain of the world; the slave monkeys, plastics and metals that made the the sound systems they enjoyed (ft. Jadra on violins)
we made this track in a caravan in the forest. it happened in a moment, unintentionally really. it was beautiful and i've tried to represent it here. incidentally, we got sick from the nasty old beds in that caravan. but that's capitalist realism for you. sleep outside better (ft. Avalon Pleiades)
life mirror. death is the mirror in which the entire meaning of life is reflected. we will all have a very successful death, don't worry. just polish the mirror nice and clean in the meantime
a love message on a tape that was inside a tape deck, stolen from a car in the 80s. i in turn stole the recording. fuck you ollie you were my boy. wanting to fight me and being a dick about money, here come get it ;) (ft. an unknown lover to her man that doesn't send her replies very often)
dazzled by distractions left, right and centre. a crumbling empire in the last stages of decadence. police brutality, inequality and poverty rife and what do i do? sit here making sounds noone listens to. but at least i can dance to them. meanwhile let's not forget our true nature
vegetables grown in kenya get flown on an aeroplane to england to be thrown in the bin because it went past the use by date. not to mention the plastic.
a passport is like a prisoner's book that officers check to see if you're allowed to be somewhere. some passports are rubbish, you can't go anywhere
why we have to name everything (LP)
+ - = Yerevan, Armenia
self is illusion
