Underworld; 24.10.2017

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Sunday 4th December

WHEN YOU DON’T FEEL GUSHING:

Some daze it’s too early to think grown up thoughts. The poetry collides like
the random cravings of a tempestuous child. I’m remembering a scene from
the Efterklang film ‘An Island‘ where they’re travelling through a forest singing.
That song, more precisely, that ‘version’ is what makes me want to write music.
I can’t find it on the interweb but I know it’s out there somewhere.

(K)

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