Quasi
clouds
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Molecules dissipate,
Disperse and recoagulate.
Breathing in and out,
There is nothing more.
I am mist, you are steam
We are clouds.
We are drifting away.
In one of many heavens
Blue light prevails
We dream perfect music,
We hang from our tails.
In one of many hells
We sharpen up our horns
Plotting our revenge while
Waiting to be born.
Particles of light and particles of matter
Come together for an instant, then scatter
- Album:
- Mole City
- When The Going Gets Dark
- Hot Shit!
- The Sword Of God
- Field Studies
- Featuring "Birds"
- R&B Transmogrification
- Score! 20 Years Of Merge Records
- Miscellaneous
- American Gong
- 2006-04-28: Café du Nord, San Francisco, CA, USA
- Hot Shit
- Bye Bye Blackbird
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 96: September 2001
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 4: Oktober 2001
- Sword of God
- Early Recordings
- Daytrotter Session
- NME: Annual Probe, Volume 2
- Worlds of Possibility