a sonic interpretation of xanadu urbana, played with a little. the shape is not cut/collaged in any way. i left it intact.
drummer
vocal/electronic.
Lyrics
this is our white flag
impaled in fresh
earth. (oxidised)
iron, reaching for cloud
faint chemical aftertaste
resting. nothing rests
[here(we can sing)].
micromosaic of sound, see the
top right tip is tapping the chaos
liberated grid in a three-pointed star
"this is paradise" you speak
and i listen. you
set fire to the cancer
with your soles
clear the pavement.
protect. cherish. desire.
