THE STORY THUS FAR.
…hungover it’s awful, the sound of trains collapsing back behind of here…outside there are distant birds circling in front of 7 miles of heavy cloud falling down, and from where you’re lying one of those clouds looks like a hanged man leading a blind, indifferent horse…
THIS IS MILE END MY FRIEND, the hollowed out ruins here and a train runs straight through them… We made a record here in mile End; at the mighty HOTEL2TANGO. where the lonesome trains ramble thru the backyard while the wind plays in the trees where nervous birds hide from a kat named Lu, a dog named Wanda… 16 rented tracks moving XX 7.5 inches per second onto ampx456 WITHOUT ANY KEYBOARDS, while don & Ian rode the faders tired-eyed and stoic… The whole thing xxxxxxx recorded under threat of great threat on a 1933 stahltonbahnd maschine and mixed in one awful night by black helicopter… IT ALL HAPPENED IN MAY; winter was just starting to fade then and the money hadn’t run out yet… We’ve been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled with rocks and dust and sick trees… SO we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom… & the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful… And the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked, and when we close our eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always setting &a tangled up melody falling down slowly O.K. GOODBYE xoxoxoxoLOVE GODSPEED YOU BLACK EMPEROR! mILE eND MONTREALQUEBECCANADA
