Landmark strolls down the path and prepares to execute his latest project Egnalf Cipe / Italiano within the Tulipa gardens. Both tunes are magnetically deep and enigmatically rooted in the hypnotic dance music tradition. As Landmark wields his blades upon the pollenated flowers, explosions erupt overhead and the singing of the bluebirds begins to float westward toward the violet horizon. As the airborne particles settle, thousands of fireflies emerge from hiding.

Be careful during sour times. This bed reminds me to constantly check my pulse. Puddles and flashes. Break bread with a blunt object. The creek turns red. Cans rest freely in the field. Magic in the third degree. Change comes when the drums rumble in the night. A bundle of branches for the tired children. Patience. Swollen dresses worn by sullen strangers. Crime under the moon. Shaken awake. A conclusion is a dozen miles tall but only a millimeter thick.

2014 Tulipa Recordings
http://www.tuliparecordings.com
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
Words by Summer (Brendon Collins)