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Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

What have I done wrong today
To make you feel right?
Pleasing all my enemies
No one here's a friend of me
Push away the ones who stay
Keep no one in sight
Alone is where I wanna be
The silence gets the best of me
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
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Cutting off from everything
And everyone outside
I'm so much more at peace with me
A lonesome soul here spiritually
The toxic social manifest
Of new century
It's only getting worse at best
A cesspool growing petri dish 
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out
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Solitary in confined
The mental clarity
Away from all the trendy things
That people will regurgitate
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out

Enemies

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all clean, distorted, Wah-Wah, lead & wind rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, keys, synth
Production by E.H.T Studio
Thank you for listening!

Under The Willow Tree

Under The Weeping Willow

(as if I could fly)

On such a beautiful sunny afternoon, she appeared to me
The warmth of the sun kissed her brown hair with glee
Her smile radiated pure joy, filling the air with delight
No words could capture the beauty I saw, try as I might

At that moment, time stood still, as if in a dream
Her presence cast a spell, like a gentle flowing stream
Noemí, the embodiment of grace and elegance so rare
Her every movement, a symphony, beyond compare

Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, reflecting the azure sky
And I couldn't help but get lost, yes, as if I really could fly
On such a beautiful sunny afternoon, she captivated my soul
A melody of love and desire, that I cannot control

Noemi, you're the muse who inspires my every line
Your presence in my life, a blessing so divine
No words can truly express the magic you bring
On such a beautiful sunny afternoon, it's you I sing.

Noemi,

Noemi,

Noemi,
    
Today

.............................................................................  

Paper boats in my pocket

Lost dreams from a childhood shipwreck, only to awaken later.

And, as peculiar as, benign is the love that moves, within today, 
hearing rainwater, again, on that harsh afternoon of the year, falling.

The boatman Drowns,

My sense of caution or place, let it come to the heart, your eyes, 
maybe tormented, suffered dozens of dead memories on time, 
absence of one and his hope, she with her eyes so old,
so far away. No rhythm. Hope is dead still once.

I walked these days, between the waves of time.

Noemí

113 - Strength - State One

Jeff Bezos builds his rocket ship.
Which for some reason's shaped like a massive d*ck.
He's putting his ship in outer space.
He's doing it for the whole human race.

Jeffy boys deserving of all our thanks. 
He's making the people sing and dance
By doing the same thing as sixty years ago. 
But not quite as well or high he goes.

Richard Branson builds a plane to fly.
His thunderbird thing into the sky.
He's paid off some blokes who've got the  brains.
With money, he's left over from on the trains.

This is why he can't pay tax.
And this is how he's paying us back. 
For creating a fantastic society. 
Where a few blokes profit massively.

Elon sits like Scrooge McDuck.
Pretending to be cool and to give no f**ks.
He's banging on about electric cars. 
Hes freaky f**king bast**d aiming for the stars.

Whats his company's even do?
Does anyone have a f**king clue?
Richest man because he said that he would be so.
Hes shooting off so we must watch him go.

Jeff Bezos shoots his massive ship.
Into the amazon rainforest
Antarctic ice can cool his drinks.
He barely cares what you lot think.

As long you keep buying clothes.
Not worrying where your money goes.
Wanting stuff and buying it.
We'll have to deal with space age pr**ks.




Jeff Bezos

Adam is outside the Garden of Eden, in a desolate land, lamenting.

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Adam's Lament

Musique / Music : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Dans le cœur des échardes
Le pouls au bras de la camarde
De blanc mon visage se farde
Et cette fièvre qui s'attarde...

Heures agardes
Sueurs froides
Incisives me lardent
Des sueurs froides
Me déclenchent 
Une peur blanche...

Dans ce corps qui défaille
S'installe une indicible pagaille
Spasmes et tremblements me tenaillent
Ne suis-je qu'un fétu de paille ?

Heures agardes
Sueurs froides
Incisives me lardent
Des sueurs froides
Me déclenchent 
Une peur blanche...

Dans mon âme fébrile
résident des sentiments stériles
y résonnent des "ainsi soit-il"
des "amen" inutiles.

Heures agardes
Sueurs froides
Incisives me lardent
Des sueurs froides
Me déclenchent 
Une peur blanche...

Sueurs froides

Sueurs froides [Ootol & Lukowig]

Ce titre parle de l'alcool et les ravages que cela provoque.
forcément il m'évoque les dur moments de mon enfance.
La premiere partie c'est moi...La deuxieme c'est mon père
 à travers le reguard d'un enfant cela peut avoir effets de cicatrices.

ça Va ça Vient

ça Va ça Vient!

Musique / Music : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Je clenche la poignée 
Et pousse la porte
Une odeur forte
Vient m'empoigner

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

À peine entré
Je me fais enguirlander :
"Mais qu'est-ce que t'as glandé ?
Tu devais ramener l'entrée !"

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

"Repas de Noël gâché 
Par ta faute... tu m'fous en boule !
Je voudrais - faut qu'j'me défoule -
Tout menu te hacher !"

Pour toi j'suis pas un cadeau
Pour te réjouir faut s'lever tôt !
Que vas-tu faire avec ce couteau ?
Préparer les tourne-dos ?

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël se profile

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël

Un sombre Noël :
ça sent le sapin !

Dark Christmas

Dark Christmas [Ootol & Lukowig]

Paging through tomes,
As brittle as bone.
Candles at midnight, 
Reveal the unknown
Eye for an eye,  
Stone for a stone.
Winter is near, 
But she is never alone.

Turning pages; 
She knows what rage is,
Burning sage, will not be enough.

Burning pages; inscribed with your name
Crumbles to ashes - ashes from flames.
Burning Pages


A black crystal at midnight, 
She ties bones in her hair

Her name whispered behind you
But there's nobody there..

How brittle your bones,
When you're alone,
Under her thrall you are sinking


Burning pages; 
She knows what rage is,
Burning sage, will not be enough.

Turning pages; inscribed with your name
Ashes to ashes - ashes to flames.
Burning Pages (pages, pages)
Burning Pages (pages, pages)

Sueurs froides [Ootol & Lukowig]

Lukowig

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