I love these two tracks.
Side A: Supercollider. Side B: The Butcher.
Released on 12″ Vinyl for Record Store Day 2011 (16/04/11)
Limited to 2000 copies in the UK & Japan.
Both tracks play in this video done by Zachariah Wildwood and Donald Twain.
”This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can often times become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers.”
William S. Burroughs wrote those words. My thought: IF I WIN THEN SOMEONE ELSE LOSES.
He says that our universe ”IS WAR”.
so when our planet is saved, we sooner or later want to play again. And this, all this – starts again!
An intellectual or philosophical REBOOT of the human race will not happen, don’t you agree?
But I hear music. It enchants me. Lilacs.
I love this earth. I love this feeling. May it never disappear.
Wait for bus
Bus doesn’t come
Give up waiting
Walk away from bus stop
Uphill through interminable housing estate
Over first stile. Four horses galloping
Rain stops. Hot
Path skirts hilltop establishment encircled with razor wire and chainlink fencing
Warning CCTV In Operation
Derelict house in middle of field
Windows smashed or bricked-up with grey breeze-blocks
Echoing shouts seem to come from it
Mud. Barbed wire and brambles. Slippery
Still very high up. A buzzard flies below me
No wind. Crows chatter in the woods
Sun comes out
Cut a walking stick from a hazel copse
Easier on the muddy slope
Down into a valley over a stream
Chickens and ducks pecking about
Muddy field below an old church
Water gurgling and pouring
A sheep bleats in the distance
The ducks are watching me
They’ve alerted some geese
They stare at me
Suspiciously? I know. I shouldn’t be here
Old stony cart-track between hedges alive with birds bursting out as I approach
Old-mans-beard garlanded with red berries
Something has changed. Evening is pulling down the sun
Walk back up to the hills
Stalk about in a lumped field covering an old village
Traffic noise carrying easily in the stillness
A plaque tells me that hundreds of people died here fighting each other
Three hundred and sixty years ago
Suddenly it turns very cold
Warning Security Guards On Patrol
Cow field. Smell of hay and cow shit
Muddy track down into valley
Den avlånga bilden rakt ovanför är gjord av Per eller Johannes på Visual Relief. Jag blev sugen att göra något av den så jag vek ihop den med lite transparens och la till en av mina egna bilder. Och sen lite efterarbete. Det blev bilden där längst upp i inlägget. Folk verkar gilla, vilket är kul.
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