Manafonistas

For the love of Good Arrows and Let England Shake,

For the love of Someday World and High Life

For the love of Everyday Robots and  Laughing Stock

For the love of Bish Bosch and Cuckooland

For the love of Portishead’s and Soft Machine’s Third

For the love of The Village Green Preservation Society

And

P.S. This album was cut for vinyl from the original master tapes by using a completely analogue signal path and with constant reference to the notes made by the cutting engineer for the first pressing of the LP. It has been made with current technology and without imposing the restrictions necessitated by the limitations of record players in the 1960s. Consequently this mono version reveals more of the content of the audio on  the mastertapes. The text above is not a poem,  not even in the tradion of „Konkrete Poesie“. There are no ambiguities, no double bottoms, there is even no clearly defined time zone. At  first everything seems to stick to the English  21st century, but then, for one reason or another, it loses track of the time line. It’s a bit tricky though. The text is thoroughly incomplete, but, put simple, it is about acknowledged and more or less disputable masterpieces and can change lives. There are no strawberry fields on the photo. 

You’re already in space
 
 
 

 
 
 
Beneath the grass and a stone that bears your name
 
 
 

 
 
 
Trabants still in orbit
 
 
 

 
 
 
And Budapest is a city I can’t get the hang of. Up, down, átváltozás, turn around. Please don’t let me hit the ground. Oh, if you could fall for a city. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance. Further all the time. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the electromagnetic radiation left over from the big bang. (It
 
 
 

 
 
 
was only a theory.) You’re already in Space

 
 
Listens:

open.spotify.com/track/1D1JVTUfH41hJerYNmdLR1
open.spotify.com/track/6fb9lvQ9Bk9WpyA66o16dS
open.spotify.com/track/0OkWcpIp79yy3CjPDj0ips