Once I was alive Breathing in the air Now the more I lie The less I lose my hair Now the road is wide Now the people stare Waiting open eyed For once a meaning thereįor one can see the light Underneath the bed For months there at a time Believing every thread And months would flutter by And fears would all have fled And it’ll all be fine At least that’s what you said. Once I was a man Stronger than the shelf Once there was a plan But one can never tell Once a mother’s gone The children raise themselves And it was an experiment, a risk, because we’d never done it so purely before. We would play for 2 hours, just dance music. 2’ was where we would really let loose and drive it home. Every night we honed in closer on new, rearranged versions of Parcels songs. The previous year on the road was like training, learning to enter these long semi-improvised dance sections, learning how to communicate with each other and how to keep a crowd on their toes. 2’, why not go all the way there! Here was an opportunity to rent a small club, to take away the name Parcels, and all the expectations that come with it, and just have a hot room full of people dancing. It was already divisive amongst our fans and for this dance stuff to work we really needed the whole crowd to take the trip with us and to let go. We didn’t feel like we could go much further with it at our concerts though, especially the bigger ones. On the last tour in Europe half of the set was a rave and the other half was the more traditional songs. We felt a pull towards dance music so we started to sneak more of these long repetitious tangents into our set. Beforehand we had many months touring the world, playing festivals and headline shows. When people stop thinking and just feel, just move. Into the tense, faceless, euphoric world that can present itself in the right environment with the right repetition of the right chords and rhythms. We wanted to transport people into the club with us. Maybe we finally allowed ourselves to musically reflect our years in Berlin, moments in dark nightclubs flying high. I think a lot of things lead up to us making this record.
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