Once upon a time there was a newborn energy that burst into life
This was the age of extratemporality
Before the dawn of history
While fragments made continuity
And the law was bestiality
Bataille king of the country
Darkness and light had no definition
Evil and good was unknown
Purity of exsistence was the state of the spark
And his spark took life in their hands
Children of Klang was ignited out of these clouds of dust and darkness
Perhaps born to bring sparkles of the soul to all creatures
Their music is a myth;
An internal fantasy constantly being born
Extroverted and introverted,
As old as the beginning as new as the future
Aged like a pair of apricots drying
Or the pages of an atlas turning yellow against the rear window
Nobody knows the truth
The atlas says
And leaves a few blank pages for lyrics at the back
Behold! Them melodies floating in your ears
Will one day become audible
How will you prepare?
Is there a way to escape
What's already in you?
Everybody is our mother
Everybody has the hole through which we can be born
We are everybody's children
The children of Klang
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