WORD LIFE

And, behold, a hand touched me, which set me upon my knees and upon the palms of my hands. A choral shroud and the breath of flute. Creaking metal and the withering voice. A katana blade and the path of blood. Wanna love you even though I know I can’t now. Shanghai, China. London, England. Simultaneity still. 1993, 2015, ////. And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven. This deterioration and rebirth; our entropy and ascension. A bolt of light fading into the future. A relic of the present. I know the happiness what I want is in that higher sky. The forgotten self. Stagger and shine. Girl I should be flying. A longing transposed, the shadow of skin. Our essential loop. Hold fast the form of sound words, which thou hast heard of me, in faith and love. I know you hear what I’m saying. Faith in words.

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credits
released September 23, 2015

Music: Organ Tapes
Art: Organ Tapes & Josh Crumpler
Mastering: Ben Saint
Text: Tom Love
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electronic, london, shanghai, afrobeats, ambient, bop, club, dancehall, experimental, riddims, techno, London