| [gainsaid] Completley bereft of sense, Lansleg surrendered to the snorting and crunching of the mailcarriage that rumbled in an unpredictable monotony through a gloomy plain, pulled by a gigantic centipede. And even while the horn was announcing the speedy arrival in another place, he knew, that he wouldn’t want to stay there... [ selvsyn]On Sundays, when grandma decorated small fatrolls on the edge of his plate in a loving way, Wolfram regularly vanished into an adventurous sweet world made of butter mountains and milklakes. And even now, almost 20 years later, in any club a melancolic thrill runs through him: Yes grandma, I can buttertrance | |
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| format: | 12" |
| releasedate: | 2002-05-15 |
| mailorder: | kompakt |
| mp3: | beatport, kompakt, |
| pdf: | download |