his eyes adjusted to the dark
like cats he always finds his mark
their end is swift, he doesn't play
he's hungry

their life reduced to blood alone
revives his flesh and brittle bone
his heart has long turned into stone
and yet he's holy

escape the sun as long as him
forgotten colours shine within
everything that's still living
where he's been

for though he doesn't really know
how to judge and how to show
mercy to a guilty soul
on innocents he'd never call

life carries on where he's been
a little safer for the still living
for he takes only those who sin
that's how it's always been

how it's always been

How It's Always Been

when your fear subsides
when curiosity brings you back to life
when i hear you sing once again
i will sing there too

i will sing there too
once again me and you
alive
i will dance there with you
to our new
life

alive

Alive

First of all - it's long, I know
The lyrics may not seem very coherent, but they do mean plenty to me :)

an end

An End

ABOUT THE WOUNDS OF THE BROKEN
WHO SURVIVED
ABOUT THE FIRES WE BURNED
RUINS WE LEFT BEHIND
ABOUT THE SONGS WE SING
SO WE FORGET
ABOUT THE SONGS WE SING
SO WE NEVER FORGET
ABOUT THE LIES WE TELL
TO CLEAN THE PAST
ABOUT THE MEMORIES OF A LOVE
THAT DIDN'T LAST
ABOUT THE WALLS NOONE CAN CLIMB
AND MY LITTLE FEARFUL SOUL THAT HIDES BEHIND

ABOUT THE PAIN AND DESPAIR THAT I CAUSED
ABOUT A BOY IN HELL FOREVER LOST
ABOUT VICTIMS, AND HEROES, ABOUT MONSTERS AND LIFE
ABOUT TRUTH, AND POWER, ABOUT THE LACK OF AND DRIVE
ABOUT THE EGO AND A CHIP ON A SHOULDER
ABOUT GUILT AND BEAUTY AND THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
ABOUT THE SIMPLE ANSWERS THAT MAY YET APPLY
ABOUT A HUMAN BEING THAT DOESN'T WANT TO DIE
ABOUT ANOTHER WHO CAN'T WAIT
ABOUT A LOVED ONE FOR WHOM IT'S TOO LATE
YET A STORY UNFOLDING SLOWLY
ABOUT SINNERS AND THE HOLY
FOR IT IS THEM
WHO CAST THE STONES
FOR IT IS THEM WHO BREAK THE BONES

FOR IT IS THE HOLY WHO DECIDE
WHO WILL BURN AND WHO GETS A RIDE
STRAIGHT TO A PARADISE FULL WITH SELFRIGHTEOUSNESS I DESPISE

JUST SEE IT WITH MY EYES

ABOUT A STORY, THAT ONLY JUST BEGINS
AS ANOTHER ONE ENDS
ABOUT SOMEONE WHO REALLY TRIED TO MAKE AMENDS
ABOUT FORGIVENESS, FORGETFULNESS AND THE BLISS THAT'S IGNORANCE
A LORD'S CRUEL THREATS AND SELFRIGHTEOUSNESS
ABOUT THE DEVIL, A FALLEN ANGEL WHO BROUGHT US THE LIGHT
WHO SET US ON OUR WAY TO GODLIKE HEIGHT
YET STILL WE REMAIN DOWN HERE, DROWN IN SELF PITY, HATE AND FEAR
ABOUT THE ONES WHO JUST CONDEMN
THE ONES WHO THINK OF US AS THEM

ABOUT A STORY THAT JUST BEGINS

I walked right into life when i should have been
asleep for eternity safely tucked away i'll be
damned if i stay in this world it soon occured 
to me this ain't for me
at all, i fall 
to my knees
oh dear lord please
get me quickly out of here
i fear i cannot possibly 
accept this fate
at this rate
i'll be 
fifty
before you
realise the mistake
made
at the gate
it would appear
your holy staff
sent me here
instead of my well deserved bed
oh let me go bed

reincarnation is a nightmare

Reincarnation Is A Nightmare

ich hab dir heute was gemacht, das hab auch gleich mitgebracht
so ein liedchen wunderschoen, das koenn wir gleich gemeinsam singen

das wird bestimmt gleich ganz bekannt, ein liebeslied an unser land
ein jeder jung und alt stimmt ein, volksmusik ganz fein

denn unsere heimat ist genial, nette leute ueberall
im sommer feste tanzen gehn im winter weihnachtmaerkte sehn

die seen, die waelder, die doerfer und die grosse stadt
deutschland was fuer jeden hat
riesenberge und das meer
alle kommen gerne her



willkommen leute aus der welt
ich hoff dass es euch hier gefaellt
nur durch unsre weltkultur
aendert sich unsre natur
von urmensch, kaiser und faschist
zum menschen der ganz offen ist
dem menschlichkeit sehr wichtig ist

der ehrlich ist, und cool und schoen
dem nazis auf'n senkel gehn
der sein land liebt
und ganz klar sieht
dass es nur mit liebe weitergeht

und deshalb leute raeumen wir jetzt auf
wir schmeissen die faschisten raus
solln die doch sehn wo sie hingehn
wer will schon die chaoten nehm

grosse fresse, paranoid
haben nur andre dumme lieb
die so aussehn wie auch sie
drum entwickeln die sich nie

heute raeumen wir in deutschland richtig auf
wir schmeissen die faschisten raus
und dann werden wir mal sehn wo die als fluechtlinge hingehn


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spring clean

Spring Clean/Fruehlingswaesche

her eyes laugh louder than her voice
when i see her dance
she plays her games with all the boys
who pose and prance

i know she's aware of me
as i'm dancing there
but i pretend i cannot see
and that i do not care

as i turn i feel her hand
briefly in mine
and for a precious sweet moment
we align

in perfect sync we spin and jump
we rise and fly
as our moment has become
all we live by

live!

Live!

we are drowning 

don't you try to breathe
wait maybe you'll receive
the air i take
wait
maybe you are so lucky to receive
some of the life i break
life here in the waves i make
the noise is what keeps you awake
in silence you will cease to be

forever trapped down here with me

don't move let the water carry you to me
no effort
you're weightless in the sea
the storm a force equal to the life i am about to share
a burden parents couldn't bear
too wild
unpredictable a child
born of the depth
home to only me
and the creatures of the sea

i gift you air
you two share
to get away from me
into the night
out of my sight

seid ihr bereit
werdet weiterziehen
wie die wolken
die im sturme wuetend 
ihre kraft und den krieg verlieren

wollt ihr leben
weiter bestehen
muesst ihr die gleichen wege gehen
verlieren, euch verbiegen
vielleicht auch flehen
oder beten
stark und allein, und schwach und klein
lasst mich mit rein
ladet mich ein

ich biete rache
stehe wache
lass euch freien raum 
zumindest diese sache
wird nun gleich zu ende gehn
ich kann's schon sehn
i cannot breathe up here
komm doch zu mir
i cannot breathe up here
teil deine luft mit mir


if i can't breathe
i cannot leave

drowning

Drowning

BULLETS SHOT INTO A FACE
A FACE THAT SCREAMS IN FEAR AND HATE
AND HATE IS EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK
YOU LOOK INTO AN OPEN BOOK
AN OPEN BOOK WITH EMPTY PAGES
EMPTY PAGES MEMORIES
MEMORIES LOST TO TIME
TIME IS NO LONGER MINE
MINE IS A PALACE MADE OF AIR
ER IST TEUFEL ICH BIN LEER
LEER DER KOPF ICH BIN IM HIMMEL
HIMMELSFAHRT FUER DUMME LUEMMEL
LUEMMEL LAUFEN FREI HERUM
HERUM HINEIN WIESO WARUM
WARUM KANN ICH DAS ALLES SEHEN
SEHEN HEISST DOCH NICHT VERSTEHEN
VERSTEHEN TUT MICH HIER DOCH KEINER
KEINER HIER FUEHLT SICH NOCH KLEINER 
KLEINER NOCH ALS ICH MICH FUEHLE
FUEHLE NICHTS MEHR ALS DIE KUEHLE
KUEHLE TIEF IN MEINEN KNOCHEN
KNOCHEN WURDEN NICHT GEBROCHEN
GEBROCHEN SIND NUR WILLE UND VERSTAND
VERSTAND IST HIER EH VERBANNT
VERBANNT, VERBOTEN UND VERSTECKT
VERSTECKT DER LETZTE MANN VERRECKT
VERRECKT VERRUECKT PARANOID
PARANOID IST GRENZGEBIET
GRENZGEBIETE MUESSEN SEIN
SIGN HERE AND THEN YOU'RE MINE
I SEND YOU TO THE BATTLEFIELD
THE BATTLEFIELD WILL NEVER YIELD
NEVER YIELD A PEACEFUL WORLD
A PEACEFUL WORLD JUST EMPTY WORDS
EMPTY WORDS ARE SOMETIMES HEARD
HEARD AND OFTENTIMES THEY WORK
THEY WORK A TREAT ON TRUE BELIEVERS
BELIEVERS VICTIMS OF DECEIVERS
DECEIVERS VICTIMS OF THEIR GREED
GREED IS AN AWFUL SIN INDEED
INDEED IT'S GREED THAT DRIVES YOU MORE
MORE LIES BEHIND UNOPENED DOORS
DOORS CAN ALWAYS BE UNLOCKED
UNLOCKED MY MIND WHEN IT WAS BLOCKED

BLOCKED THE MESSAGE OF THE DEMONS
DEMONS HIDE IN EVERY THOUGHT
THOUGHT I COULD CONTROL THE DEVIL
THE DEVIL KNEW THE WAY I FOUGHT
I FOUGHT UNTIL I COULDN'T FIGHT NO LONGER
NO LONGER DO I YEARN TO LIVE
TO LIVE MEANS PAIN AND FEAR TAKE OVER
TAKE OVER MASTER, I WON'T QUIT


I WON'T QUIT THE FIGHT OH DEVIL
DEVIL TAKES ME BY THE HAND
THE HAND IS LEADING ME ASTRAY
I CROSS INTO THE HOLY LAND
I SEE A PARADISE SO LOVELY
FULL OF SONG AND DANCE AND JOY
BUT FULL OF ALL THE EVIL PEOPLE
NO ONE WAS ABLE TO DESTROY
THE ONES WHO LIVED IN WEALTH AND FREEDOM
WHILST SENDING US TO WAR AND DEATH
ENJOY THEIR AFTERLIFE IN HEAVEN
AFTER THEY TAKE THEIR FINAL BREATH
THEIR CHILDREN MEANWHILE RULE BELOW
A PARADISE FOR PARASITES
I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY ARE GOD-FAVOURED
BUT THAT THEY ARE, CAN'T BE DENIED

god-favoured

GOD - FAVOURED

and where were you
when i needed you here
and who will you comfort
when i disappear
and what will you say to god when he asks after me
who are you and who do you wanna be

hidden in the darkest parts
of a mind 
so confused by the antics of his kind
he's arrived at the conclusion
that he must be a freak of evolution

now he's out there coming after me
you are nowhere to be found
what the lord will make of this tragedy
well, i think i'm about to find out

so many questions expressed in cuts and screams
bloody answers taken by relentless force
a truly honest curiosity
yet not appreciated by me

disappear

Disappear

Whist I would definitely describe myself as a sinner hoping to make amends and to be at peace, it does bother me greatly when men guilty of very serious crimes, including murder and fascist propaganda and ambitions with the view of eradicating anyone in their way or not belonging to their chosen elite, simply get to 'confess' to receive absolution, to often great healing/psychological benefit, whilst the victims of their abuse and actions are either gone or suffer for the rest of their life. which, by the way, includes the soldiers who may have become perps because of their orders.

anyway, here's the liedchen ... hope you enjoy :)

and i couldn't feel better
now i'm ready to die
oh i couldn't scream louder 'r fly higher

i'm on top of the world
well beyond your reach
and your soul-thieving schemes and hell fire

i am angel reborn
redirected my wrath
turned pain into wings
onto the righteous path
with the lord by my side
i am singing his song
i am no longer to hide
now that i know i belong

i am forgiven
all the sins of the past
all the wounds and the pain
and the anguish i caused
never mind all the victims
never mind how they are
if they cannot forgive me
they won't make it far

for the kingdom is mercy
for the merciless man
absolution provided
to the perp, not victim
here we unload the burden
here we receive the key
heaven is as exclusive
as we want it to be

that's me free

That's Me Free

i believe the world would be a better place for all if mothers ruled it. i hope one day we'll realise this - before it is too late ...
my daughter is a very tough headstrong 3 year old. these words are for the warrior she's going to have to be if things keep on going the way they are.


papa:
these are the words you didn't want to hear
the words you shouldn't fear
like screams words disappear
and when they're gone, they're really gone my dear
for all we know they've never ever been
real
you however have been and are for ever the picture
of a strength, the unstoppable endeavour
a decency, integrity, the truth you see will set us free
point the finger and do trust me
and that is where we gonna be

the revolution is a product of a fusion
of a people sick and tired of the current institution
finally they realise they navigate the maze like mice
they do what told so they can eat 

the oppressor:
for extra rations stomp your feet

applaud the feeder, he's your god
love the breeder, please and nod
be the slave, join the race
you never ever take my place

i am clever you are poor
when i need feeding you're the cure
when i need fighting you're my crew
you'd never think that i need you

papa:
don't you see that they need you
don't you see that they need you
don't you see that they need you

papa (on his high horse):
the way they treat your sorry lot
the way they take all that you've got
and still you keep on voting
for the fear they are promoting

can't you see them as they are
the crook, the priest, the rich liar
they're pushing fear, then they appear
a safe new right wing world order
safe it seems, but then it turns
the more they push, the more it burns
the more you exercise a power, the greater gets the paranoia
dictators soon do realise
that others see through their disguise
they see the weak, how powerless
the man without an army is
no army can fight all its people
no jail is big enough to stop
abused and angry hungry men
who know the fault is at the top

papa to warrior daughter:
i know you didn't want these words
i know the truth and that it hurts
you never meant to take us there
i know you'd never thought you'd dare
you are honest, calm and kind
you still believe in humankind
and truth be told we trust the best
a girl who never wanted this

to my girl

To My Girl

shards

i wish i could go back in time
wonder what i'd find
in the corners of a life turned mess
wonder how i'd feel if i confessed
what is it that you hate about this guy

what is wrong with the way i pray
are my expectations in the way
or does it just take time for god to have his say
what does heaven make of me
am i even to receive a key

i wish i could go back in time
wonder what i'd find
in the corners of a life turned mess
wonder how i'd feel if i confessed
what is it that you love about this guy

how do you even see
in all these shards
you call a memory 
am i really still that real to you
am i just one trauma in a self harm queue

did i not love
did i not pay
did i not suffer
do i not pray
am i not worthy
am i not right
am i not just as lost as you

shards

Shards

and all the demons
in all the world
and all the fury
in all my words
and all the fires
we feed and tend
and all the wars
will never end
and all the anguish
and all the pain
and so we languish
prayers in vain
what is the purpose
of such a state
is there an answer
or just debate

and all the demons

And All The Demons

been a while - bleeding busy with work and a house move ... hopefully getting there with the new 'music studio' over the next few weeks :)

here's a little optimistic tune which is nowhere near publishable, but then again, not many of my recording are  :)

hope you like it anyway ...

A tired mind if of a god
Can see the truth no longer
A tired beast don't care how strong
The human beast is stronger
A tired mind if of a god
Created men and allowed them to mutate
A tired mind if of a god
Soon realised it is too late

The human mind so motivated
By curiosity and greed
Capacity for good And evil
No consequence for either deed
Food, shelter, love and children
And their survival guaranteed
They set about wholesale destruction
Of all the laws the lord decreed


And now godlike in every sense
The human mind seems tired too
Created an intelligence 
With no master to answer to
No petty needs, no limits to ability
Evolution we cannot foresee
With wonder we sit back and find
Gods create what ends their kind

downfall

Of all the reasons I could've chosen to consider the steps I took
There were just three that now stick out for me
One
Was the son
Of the lord
Who'd given his life for me
Sacrificed by his father
To purge the sin in me

Two
Was you
In your eyes the paradise 
The lord wanted me to see
At least that's what I thought it'd be

Three
The realisation that we're not meant to be
Walking the garden of Eden
In Frieden
Warring creatures like you and me
Don't deserve to be
free

three

Three

If you last through this one, you deserve some kinda bonus. 

This is it ... what it's like being me .,..

Have fun

Don't complain 

I know it hurts

I do apologize for any harm to your speakers / ears, but take no responsibility whatsoever - your risk ...

being me v4

BEING ME V4

Your world, lord, a demon run hell hole
For evil men, a cesspool a sinner's paradise

your world

Your World

This is the short version!!! Hope someone likes it :)


A dusty old barn is my splendid cathedral

A half burnt roof a crooked cross
A ruined wall covered in moss
Few benches could still hold your weight
Touch the pew and it would break

Rotten beams grey and ash
A shelter when the demons clash

A ruined old barn is my splendid cathedral

A shelter even when we kill the lights
A shelter even when the waters rise
A shelter even when we're finally done
A shelter even when the gods are gone

A Dusty Old Barn Is My Splendid Cathedral

This one's a year old - needs a lot of work, but I'd love it if you managed to listen to the whole song - I love the end bit, but feel it only kicks in the way it's meant to if you make it through to where I change the pace somewhat ... 

where a heart should be

And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be
And there's just no truth in anything the lord would see
The sins of the preachers, the sins of the judges remain unseen
And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be


And there are just the words I used to rely upon
A god's instructions taking me to where I belong
And yet I see a world so full of hate and bigotry
A world where lies destroy all trust and democracy


Feverish thoughts in paranoid minds 
A politician's strategic lies, 
Designs to bypass democracy
Attempts to repeat history

where a heart should be

How many haunted dreams led you here
How many nights spent in senseless fear
How many times did you lose your mind
How many scars am I gonna find

See your sins won't hide below
Your demons want their show
Sleepyhead, it's almost day
Sleepyhead, wake up and play

Lady Lust and Mr Fright
On the lookout for your kind
Don't stop dancing, don't you stare
Little devil's last affair

How many turns before you break
How many dreams are at stake
How many times did you lose your mind
How many scars am I gonna find

before you break

Before You Break

Leave me here
Love the cold
Like a brand new day
Like a story
Yet untold
I just have to stay
Whispered words
Will turn
Into a new world
Embrace the cold
You get to bear
Witness to his birth

Burning stars
Lead kings
Through their broken lands
To a humble
Holy place
To make amends

A saint will cry
Tonight
In his mother's arms
Born of darkness 
And her light
A child of peace
And wars


A saint will scream
Tonight
Praying ever more
For the darkness
And the light
A child of peace and war

Saint 3 A Child

Saint 3 - A Child

I thought that new 'We find you the right listeners' feature on here would be fantastic, but for me it's been utter bollocks since I now get lots (for me) listeners straightaway, but I must either completely feck up every single song or I get listeners who are not at all into the kinda stuff I do. I liked it better when I had fewer listens, but at least a few Likes. Now a hundred randomly selected poor souls seem to be forced to at least start one of my latest sins to drive the numbers up, but hell, it looks and feels horrible to see a hundred odd plays without any Likes at all.


Finding solace in time
Drowning in denial
Oh the fault is all mine
Can't turn back the dial
Fleeting thoughts of escape
Nothing but denial
Optimism faked
Can't turn back the dial

denial

Denial

And I know that I wanna know less
The older I'm gonna be

Enter oblivion

oblivion

Oblivion

Why won't we turn 'round
To reflect
Do you think things are sound
Bin ich verrueckt

Haben wir Gott gesehn
In our skies
Was ist uns denn geblieben
Was haben wir erreicht

Hasserfuellt
Nations build
World destruction toys
Autocrats lead all of us
Into a loveless void
Into a lifeless void
Dictators lead us
Into a lifeless void

hasserfuellt

Hasserfuellt

Blood red souls demand chains made of knives and spikes
Throw the sinner in the pit before their lord arrives
Too horrified to scream, the man hangs his head
His body now a mess of scars and blood and drooping fat
A crown of thorns proudly adorns an ugly prickly scalp
A father who'd once long ago sacrificed his child
For the sins of his
For the sins of humankind
And as the war begins
He's the one they left behind

Tongues and flames and floods of blood
A tired scene today
His children just won't care a lot for such a display
Cold hearted calm and zombie-like
They do what they are told
Accepting of their servitude
To billionaires of old
Who used the state and church and lies
To steal the world from god
Their wars left only them alive
On ships riding the flood
Remaining people were enslaved
And quickly put to work
A perfectly executed plan
A new world birth

tongues and flames and floods of blood

Tongues And Flames And Floods Of Blood 2 (mastered)

All it takes is a spark, an idea
In the dark it will feel
As if demons appear
Born of pain,
Quite insane
They have nothing to lose
Gone to war to restore
Whatever they choose


Human beings capable of peace
A dying breed in a world diseased
With putrid hatred isolated 
Nationalism ultimately ill-fated
The leader believes
What the leader decrees
Can be enforced by a secret police
Assuming that the cop agrees
To make their people enemies
Take it too far, exploiting the masses
You won't feel safe in your mansions and castles

spark

Spark (mastered)

Fall into darkness
All you want
It will never be
Where you belong

There's a devil lives inside of you
A source of comfort too
Watch em get in line
To see you shine

A world as barren and cold
People don't revolt, they do as they're told
This may not seem like it is your fight
But all they need at the end
Is light

Yours is the light

yours is the light

Yours Is The Light

You just follow the line
And when you see them falling ahead
You just go with the queue
And you fall like they do
And tomorrow you'll wake in your bed

You just follow the line
And when you see them fighting ahead
You will kick and you'll scream
Just know it's a dream
And tomorrow you'll wake in your bed

You just follow the line
And when you see them working ahead
You work like we do
It's the point of the queue
Until one day you are dead

follow the line

Follow The Line

Finally found the time to play around again. Got myself the latest Ableton and the Ableton Move and had fun :)

Hope you enjoy ...


Sag mir schatz isses denn n wunder?
Hoellenhitze das geschwitze
Da trag ick doch nix drunter

Politiker sind immer da
Tanzen ringelreih 
Luegen froehlich
Sind dann selig
Ist doch nix dabei

Sag mal schatz ob sommer oder winter
Haben ne grosse fresse
Und trozdem nix dahinter

Billionaer sein 
Heutzutage ohne frage
Eine feine sache
Ueber's ander leute elend lache

Sag mir schatz warum ich platz
Euer leiden macht mich munter
Und da das ganz schnell messy wird
Trag ich auch nix drunter

Freiheitskaempfer Musk and Trump sprechen fuer das Volk
Und wo die beiden haare tragen
I am sadly bald
Holy Putin fights for god
As long as he is white
Der russe, einst ein grosser held
Betruegt die ganze welt


Klimawandel, oh wie fein
Heißt nur, ich kann schwitzen
Also renn wir nackig rum
Ick lass den degen blitzen

Ick lass den samen flitzen
In ganz viel loecher spritzen

Wenn ihr jetzt erschrocken seid, treib ich's noch viel bunter
Das vermehren nicht erschweren
Drum trag ich auch nix drunter

Sag mal, Schatz, isses nicht famos?
Ich kann die stimmen kaufen
Im geld soll'n sie ersaufen
Da kribbelt es gleich wieder schoen im schoss
Der kinder hab ich lang noch nich genug
Verteile fleissig samen, hass und wut

Is that legal?

traegst du gar nix drunter

Traegst Du Gar Nix Drunter

What's wrong with us?
When have dictators ever kept us safe or made the world a safer place?
Why do we embrace self-pity and hatred so easily? How is it possible that we believe that billionaires will look after us when all they do is exploit us?
How come we are happily giving away rights and freedoms we were so proud of?
But hey, seems like I'm not lost for words. That's something, I guess.



Look at the faces, hollow and bright,
Votes in their hands, they're feeding the right,
Blindfolds on, and marching in tune,
Echoes of power from long-silent rooms.

Dow-dow-dow, dow-dow-dow, down we go,
In the shadow of flags that grow,
Turning the clocks, rewinding time,
To an age where fear was prime.

They preach freedom, chains in disguise,
Whispering lies that hypnotize,
The smoke and mirrors, polished and clean,
Selling dreams with a fascist sheen.

Dow-dow-dow, dow-dow-dow, down we go,
In the shadow of flags that grow,
Voices drown in chants of steel,
“Democracy,” but nothing’s real.

Look at us, laughing like fools,
While the powerful sharpen their tools,
The circus blazes, fires in line,
They bought our silence, one vote at a time.

One by one, rights slip away,
Nodding heads in silent dismay,
The laughter fades, the skies grow cold,
As we watch Musk's dream unfold

Now say, say, say, say goodbye,
To the voices raised, to the open sky,
March along, girls “safe and sound,”
As your rights rot in the ground.
Yes, say, say, say, say hello
To the outrage, to the 'told you so'
Sing along, men, sound and safe
As you're digging your own graves

staring into the abyss

Staring Into The Abyss

welcome darling to the secret place where the fires are lit
where the beats are starting to reach out to bodies we commit
to the rythm of darkness, to the ritual of life, to the festival of wilful sin
to the breeze, the release of pressures inside, the eternal lust we harbor within

don't just walk in though, precious, for I wish to see
a little tease, a hint of skin, the promise of more of you for me
innocense is never sacred, that's always been a lie
of preachermen determined to use you as their toy

my intentions, sweetheart, are of course not pure
i mean to absolutely use you as my own personal cure
reach out to the skies, reach out to hell
call on the lord, call on the angel who fell

to reinstate my vigour, my strength, my stamina, my youth
to let me be myself again, experience every move
your feet stomp to my beats, i take you in my arms
you're no longer hurting me, one of my many scars

finally i am in charge, my sweet nemesis
reach out to your lucky stars, open your mouth for my kiss
my hands explore your skin, there are no secrets left
we are one at last, a devil finally blessed

at last

At Last

Outrageously expressive vocalist and dancer, regrettably trapped in the tone-deaf body of a cage fighter - hence eternally death-embracing Goth
Deeply religious, yet extremely critical of a clearly unfinished project - Lord, what were thee thinking?
According to many, blasphemous, as I do not oppose a certain fallen angel. It just seems so obvious to me that this creature ('creation, see what I did there?), is just as necessary as the dear Lord himself - and is still trying to clean up some of the mess left behind. I think...
There are times when I've been known to express political thoughts, but only ever to desperately call for revolution and/or declare violence as acceptable as long as it is directed at fascists (and only as long as the good lord does not himself deal with these dickheads by bestowing upon them erectile disfunction and reserving them special rooms in hell). 
Strictly for freedom, opportunity, love, food, shelter, education, health, empathy and dreams. For a true, science based and supported, social democracy. Absolutely not in favour of any form of dictatorship, be that fascist or socialist. However, and to be clear - I am not somewhere in the middle, nor on a fence ;)

Musically, I like to think that I am influenced by classical music, as well as death and doom metal, gospel, blues, country, 80's pop, east-german 80's punk, gothic rock, Enya and, of course, Abba, however, when I listen to the stuff I churn out when I'm experiencing just the right level of depression, I can't help but be reminded of classics like 'Da Da Da' by Trio or 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' by Right Said Fred.
I'd love to liken my voice to heroes like David Bowie, Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld, Peter Murphy, Andrew Eldritch, Dave Gahan, Marc Almond, Peter Steele and so many other real singers out there, but have to honestly say that, by carefully resisting the need to actually hit notes befitting the underlying musical arrangements, harmonies and ambience, I've managed to create a perfectly detuned and emotionally confused, yet consistently dislikeable style of my own. I wish I could say it grows on you ...

As all my remaining friends despair of my tyrannical tendencies (proudly displayed by diva-like tantrums) when participating in collaborative attempts to achieve somewhat melodious and/or rhythmic proclamations, I tend to squeeze these out all by my lone self. Should anyone out there feel capable (and inspired) to deal with an eternally intoxicated (by his own ego) and therefore very very angry individual, that (who?) is yet confusingly happy to sensually scream along any old tune (that does not glorify fascism), then please get in touch. 

Also happy if you get in touch if none of the above makes any sense to you, but you do like one or two of my songs - there must be someone out there ...

Thank you kindly for stopping by...

'Being humble dictates that I tell you not to take my music and words too seriously - but I don't mean it!' (Rausch, Psalm 384 (or thereabouts), 2021)

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