A very English fanfare announces Holger`s surrender to Innerspace. Microtonals fly in formation. Living clouds of swallows on course to Africa. Smoke. An axe to grind. Acid threats. Beatific chimes. We sow the seed. Nature grows the seed. Sunday best. Happy here. Modular synths join the cub scouts. Go camping. Loose low slung junk yard funk. Balearic geezers in a shuffling come on. Electrical storms. Morrison hitch-hiking the road to L.A. Travelling with ghosts and tribes and buffalo. A club in downtown New york where everyone you know is in a band. Holger pops back. Shares a barely lucid dream. Takes it out drinking with Herr Isherwood, along the bars of a faded Tauentzeinstrasse. Til it can hardly stand. Rain makes dark mirrors of the street. Isham`s blues. Just when we were thinking we may never find our way home, a shore in sight. Sunglasses speeding sunroof down on an autobahn.
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