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

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

raging rausch