Written and produced by Florian Plass (Mordio).

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Caw, buzz, shingle-shake

Amid the whispering streams,

The breath of distant voices

Close now again,

The dripping pulse comes up like a memory,

Heavy pulling the thrum into

My twitching mind's eye,

Giving way to a tumbled roll over stones of skipping drum and a bass shimmering down the sibalence.

Listen.

And you'll hear it ringing,

Like the call of a bird in an

Electric jungle.

- words by Kwasu Tembo

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Mastered by Niklas Bühler

www.klangstellwerk.de

Artwork by Polygonia.