The Broken Assembly

Aren’t we all sort of broken assemblies?
Breaking because of our silent dreams, our unspoken desires. Coming to halt like a nightmare that lingers under the sun, without a name, still not nameless.

And yet, we rise every morning, somehow, almost magically, patched together, brought to life from hope, love, compassion and hate. Assembled from all the things that makes us human.

We write our songs as spare parts to that machine, as gears and levers that make our assemblies a little bit less broken. As pulleys to ease the load. As grease to reduce the friction.
Or even as a distraction to makes us forget for a while.

And so here we are, with our songs, with our music, our spare parts.
We hope you have the time listen. And if you make them parts in your machine, if they make your assembly less broken, nothing make us feel better.

Welcome!