The ocean around our house dried and became a desert. All hands on deck, they said. "It happened overnight". Our children are scared to speak. But we arrived here, at this point, having set off like sailors in other directions. Frayed edges, looking like prospectors, bleating in the sun. Now angles blossom and melt while we flicker between stations. We have learned that all this is fleeting, but there is a difference Sir, in knowing and believing. And this, a hastily drawn up, drunk to the letter call to thought. 2nd attempt. A subterfuge necessary in it's nature for the continued and systematic delivery of a ruling power's ruling power. No more, but for oceans. Many questioned whether the intifada was sponsored by the institution. Failure was never coincidental. Righteous victors, fighting fair (a fair fight, all that jazz). And we survive now on the profiteering of such arms. What do you specialise in? We have arrived here having set off like sailors in other directions. So we look behind ourselves but our footsteps have faded and the path that we travelled looks different to each of us.
released February 1, 2009
Recorded in Falmouth: 2002 - 2005
Mixed in Hackney: 2009