Wow wow wow!!! Complex track, because not directly caught by a sound or your voice...as a first step where you don’t see the ground...a leap into the void then caught up by your flow, that surrounds usto drop us off smoothly in an another world...

This song is just...unreal...so damn good...

Was brought your way by Sam's strong recommendation and very pleased I did too.  Portentous sounds with lyrics to match.  Optimistic?  Maybe not but this has strangely brought some much needed honest cheer to my Sunday afternoon, for which many thanks!

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

Welcome to the very optimistic masterpiece 'inevitable that we fail'
I'm a little worried about posting the next song already as 'Sensations' hasn't got many listens yet - it's really good - think about checking it out, please ...

this song is, as usual, full of the confused, but utterly prophetic and downright enlightened, musings of an angry hermit who lives with girlfriend and two tiny kids in derby, UK. clearly super important and intelligent stuff you must immerse yourself in, study and worship ...

hope you like it - i had fun putting this together ...


knowing it inside of me the seed of all humanity
the seed of evil and of good, i'm hunted and misunderstood
my rightous right to live and act has always made you circumspect
the walls that everyones erects a tribute to the fact i'm back
and this time, people, i won't leave, no sacrifice, no pain, no grief
no reason for religious war, no mistakes that you made before
the sun will rise just as it must, your blood dries into brittle rust
so full of iron it reacts with oxygen as iron does
and yet you are so soft and small
a miracle that you control
a world we simply gave to you
to share, but not to rule
mutated brains turned into tools
used all creation as their fuel
and soon became delusional
imagined power over all
to exert power on that scale
they had to ensure others fail
in their attempts to be like gods
their brains too small they couldn't grasp
the flaws of concepts just like this
nationalism and fascists
the somewhat crucial aspect is
they've never been a positive
dictatorships of any kind
socialists kiss my behind
you ain't much better than the rest
of these narcisist hypocrites
the need to lead and overpower
the need to follow and to cower
the way believers trust in fate
the clergy daily desecrates
the simple demand simple lives
the hope that jesus might arrive
and sees that i've been super good
the nicest garden in my hood

surely heaven aint for neighbours
who displayed misbehaviours
just like stories in the papers
we suspect they're evil traitors

suspicious, violent and dumb
humankind should long be gone
and yet the bastards're having fun
oh ye gods what have you done

inevitable that we fail

Inevitable That We Fail

In my familiar environment of multi-task-research-juggling, I was setting up a recording platform, plucking out a melodic figure, inspired while listening to Roni Horn's "Saying Water" essay (which is amazing and should be heard in full https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkvoe7s1NVg).  I just pressed record and let theses sources flow together, beginning with passage from my soundscape poem "The Problem of Our Laws" from last year (available on this same soundcloud page if you wish to hear it in full.

Black Water Impromptu

The Beatitudes (1Timothy2/Msg) (Vocals by Talk To Me, Kittie!)

From a melancholy enveloping, slightly depressing idm with sentimental keys, it carries away a rattling hum and the motor of human feelings is rapidly gaining momentum. Movements are born from the body, and the listener, picked up by the tune of tin bells from the liquid cyber space, is in a void Nowhere framed by a velvet perforator.

music: https://soundcloud.com/npva

npva - Panicuisine

Krone19

Some recordings of harsh ways of people closing doors.

I am telling people in german (austrian dialect) to close the car door slowly. 

I hope you like it :)

Please dont close the door so hard.

Crystal Cave

SEIZURES - Persona

hey du, deine dunkelheit, so ganz ohne zaertlichkeit
kontrolliert, manipuliert, ist schon ok, ich hab's kapiert
deine worte treffen auch, vielleicht glaubst du dass ich's brauch
vielleicht hast du sogar recht, jetzt geht's dir gut und mir ist schlecht

geheilt bist du, na das is schoen, dann koenn wa ja nach hause gehn
und nu kannst dich wieder freun, ich sitz wie immer ganz allein
ein hoch auf mich und empathie warum erfahr ich die nur nie
hab soviel von mir gegeben doch keiner will sich zu mir legen

na jut, kann ick ja och verstehen, kann mich ja selbst im spiegel sehen
allet wad mir jetzt noch bleibt, sind worte und det selbstmitleid
det zieht sich immer mehr durch's leben, ick hab da och nischt mehr dajegen
sie hat ja recht, die dumme stimme, det isset ja, det schlimme

allet um mich rum geht drauf, janz egal wie sehr ich lauf
und das ich lauf is och n wunder, fuehl mich trotzdem nich gesuender
jeden tag koennte der letzte sein, hoffnung is nur trug und schein
verblended will ick och nich sein, noe

nu bin ich zwar schlau genug zu sehen dass ich's ueberhaupt nicht bin
denn der scheiss den ich hier von mir geb, macht ja nu so och keen sinn
wer will denn so durch's leben schreiten, eigentlich nur gestank verbreiten
denn nimmst du dich erstmal so ernst, dass du asds denken ganz verlernst
dann kannst natuerlich nicht verstehn wie wahrheiten denn nu aussehn
nach schuld zu suchen macht keen sinn ob nu bei andern oder in dir drin
dat kannst de drehen wie de willst, so sehr de schreist so sehr du bruellst
solange du nicht lachen musst, wenn de dich im spiegel anguckst
vielleicht wird dir ja dann bewusst, du warst ja sowieso allein, du armet schwein
det jeht naemlich den meisten so, wir sind da alleman am po
det is ok, mann, dass man da durch kann, siehst ja jeden tag
oder liegste etwa schon im sarg

armes ich

Armes Ich

Creep Box

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)

Inevitable That We Fail

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