Yea from the crumbling houses and the slow hands of grumbling misers losing the time that only comes once-now catching the flames from the intense reasoning-the fIower of intoneation. Stringed Instruments in sweating palaces-this one aim of controled noise-heads all straining to catch the last drop of music-and being blinded-Stumbling through home made mythology the people are still people and the words fade away. From an idea to vinyle -from a laugh to a scream-we want to say thanks-for creating this dream.