ZEFF16

Catatonic Catalyst

103BPM
Unreleased
Speech: 
X-1 - 570220 Field Study AFRTS

Tools Of Tomorrow - The Powerful Accounting Apparatus

Band: In Trance 95

Original demo version

In Trance 95 - Desire To Desire ( demo - Greece - 1988 )

Entry Sound

***REMIXED & REMASTERED by The Circulating Light***

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Lyrics:

Falling down, down on your knees,
Hiding your face, crying "stay with me, please"
You look up to the blackest sky
There's nothing there, just a void and the echo of one last goodbye
And you say "Oh my god, what have I done?
Walking away, I'll see you the other side
In a distant dream" 
Saying those things brought comfort to you
"Forgive me, Lover, for I have sinned"

Whispering your name
I feel so lonely waiting in vain,
Energy wasted in the empty space.
Blinded by the darkest night,
 We carry the weight of the world on our shoulders
 And it hurts more than any other pain.

And nothing is ever easy
It seems there's no way out,
No shortcut other than what we've got.
Everything's fading 
and time is healing the scars we've made to eachother.

Whispering your name
I feel so lonely waiting in vain...

You look up to the blackest sky
There's nothing there, just a void and the echo of one last goodbye.
"Oh my god, what have i done?
Walking away, I'll see you on the other side
In a distant dream"
Walking away was the biggest sin
And nothing is ever easy,
It seems there's no way out.


One Last Goodbye (with The Circulating Light) REMIX

apathy rides (Demo)

S.O.Y.

https://claustraphobia.bandcamp.com/album/eternal

From the new album called Eternal available on Bandcamp.

Tomorrow Never Comes

hear the voices
hear them scream
they won't know your name
hear them crying
hear them sing
this is just a game
nothing ever
happens here
nothing's ever real
you may dread
the devil's flames
but that's just a fear
hear the demons
sing and laugh
yet they say
they've no soul
maybe that is what
sets us apart
we're afraid to fall
close your eyes
be deprived
of a sight
so full of lies
trust the lord
take the step
does a blind man
need a map
take my hand
take the lead
the lord provides all
we may need
he's the shepherd
we're his sheep
seek solid ground
with our feet

don't you peek

to follow a blind man

To Follow A Blind Man

Porffor

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)

To Follow A Blind Man

raging rausch

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