Look in the face of god, do you see my wings? I'm a stranger here, but I know your sins You will take my hand, you will walk with me As a slave of love, I'll make you see With magic Magic
They will celebrate you, they will worship you Over their praying hands, they see the lord But you know the truth, you recognise the fools You have the tools I gave to you
'There was and still is, a constant curiosity and an overall feeling of being out of place, exiled. I had an early encounter with the idea of another world within my skull. A low, wind-like hum that I wanted to explore.There was always that wordless other side that was somehow connected to a certain familiar melancholy. I was reminded of it in some of the illustrations in the children’s books I read as a kid, or when waking up in the middle of the night and everything felt out of place. I hated school from the beginning. I had no interest in learning anything. I wanted to make music. I have kept cassette recordings of my first attempts at electronic music from the age of 11 or 12 and onward. Strange improvisations.' https://unsafebutsound.com/project/par-bostrom/
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