| Finally they got off the car, miles out of town where he should have his last cigarette. Rob knew far too well why he was here now. Assumably no one could have missed the target person at the disco. It was all due to unfavourable circumstances or at least bad timing. The lights at the disco, the strobe that went on the very moment when he was about to beat. Those many hands that suddenly went up in the air, the rapidly drifting fog. Really bad timing. And now he finds himself smoking his last cigarette, next to this metal head in a black suit buzzing impatiently. "Daa, daa, dii, da, daaa, dadidadadadida." | |
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| format: | 12" |
| releasedate: | 2007-07-16 |
| mailorder: | kompakt |
| mp3: | beatport, kompakt, |
| pdf: | download |