Track 8 of Future Ghosts.
london my lovesong
that ever sings itself
what are my needs?
laptop
sketch pad
wheat field
she curve
nothing else a fret for
plastic howl of
grave-bright stars
twin trees carve
their velveteen
gimme stub and soil
peroxide time
your chic
eighteen hole shriek
The music for this is taken from the unreleased Shamania-era Logos track[ / ] (yes, that was the title). It hasn't been released anywhere else in any form, though did appear on the Logos myspace player (and…
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