Flash of light, burning bright, monochrome night.
From the air, everywhere, lucid despair.

Give me back the Berlin Wall
and the bomb to end it all.
Like the holocaust and the rain
people will forget again.

Night and day turn to grey, fading away.
Not a sound, all around, snow on the ground.

Give me back the Berlin Wall
and the bomb to end it all.
Like the holocaust and the rain
people will forget again.

When I look back upon my life
I always think it's such a shame
that the all out nuclear war
never came.

When I look back upon my life
I always think it's such a shame
that the all out nuclear war
never came.

Nostalgia

Just like pictures, memories.
Frozen moments, galleries.
Just like pictures, fake a smile.
Live the memory, for a while.

Just like pictures on your screen.
Dreams of lies that could have been.
Just like pictures in your head.
Fading postcards from the dead.



Take a picture, steal a soul.
Cut a smile, you won’t grow old.
Take a picture, steal a soul.
Cut a smile, you won’t grow old.
Take a picture, steal a soul.
Cut a smile, you won’t grow old.
Take a picture, steal a soul.
Cut a smile, you won’t grow old.



Trace
the lines of your face.
The hours of the day,
a picture away.

Names
are all that remain.
The tears and the pain,
like pictures in frames.

I want to sail the seven seas, from coast to coast.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

I want to ride through desert storms, on camel back.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

I want to see Antarctica, a world of white.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

I want a red hot air balloon, bound for the skies.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

I want to dig into the ground, in caverns deep.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

I want to be an astronaut, in outer space.
Go everywhere, 'cause you're not there.

Everywhere

Load error, data terror,
Space Invaders liberate us.
Pac Man is a transvestite,
Minter colourise the night.

Home computer science fiction,
loud synthetic sound addiction.
Hubbard, Galway, Daglish, Tel,
electronic decibel.

Load Error

I am pixels on your screen tonight,
I’m a star in cyberspace.
On your screen I’m shining clear and bright,
I’m transgressing time and place.

I am twice a screen removed.
Twice a screen removed.

I’m the ghost in your machine tonight,
I will haunt your memory.
In your mind I’m hiding from the light,
I’m your pastime fantasy.

I am twice a screen removed.
Twice a screen removed.

Is all that we see or seem
but a screen within a screen?

Is all that we see or seem
but a screen within a screen?

Twice A Screen Removed

I am the ghost in the machine,
I live within your screen,
I am your shadow.
I am a creature of the night,
I’ll offer you my bite,
and you will follow.

I am your master and your slave,
I am the nightmare that you crave.
I will offer you dreams in plenitude,
blissful solitude.

I am the ghost in the machine,
I live within your spleen,
I am your sorrow.
I am a creature of the night,
I’ll offer you my plight,
and leave you hollow.

I am your master and your slave,
I am the nightmare that you crave.
I will offer you dreams in plenitude,
blissful solitude.

I am your master and your slave,
I am the nightmare that you crave.
I will offer you dreams in plenitude,
blissful solitude. 

Ghost In The Machine

Hun taler med Gud.
Hun er hans sendebud.
Vi skal alle være lige
i Det Tredje Himmerige.

Når natten er mørk og lang,
så syng da denne sang.
Ruth Evensen, min ven,
skal også dø engang.
Når natten er mørk og lang,
så syng da denne sang.
Ruth Evensen, min ven,
skal også dø engang.

Hun tror på englene.
Og Josef Mengele.
Et folk, et rige, en Gud.
Alle andre skal ud.

Når natten er mørk og lang,
så syng da denne sang.
Ruth Evensen, min ven,
skal også dø engang.
Når natten er mørk og lang,
så syng da denne sang.
Ruth Evensen, min ven,
skal også dø engang.

Ruth

Flakker om.
i en døs.
Tanketom.
Viljeløs.

Evig sult,
intet mere skal mætte mig.
Fortabt og forfulgt,
altid på vej.
Menneskekød,
smagen er mig evigt sød.
Jeg er levende død,
må have menneskekød.

Kødets lyst.
Blodets bånd.
Flået bryst.
Afbidt hånd.

Alt er hult,
hele verden trætter mig.
Fortabt og forfulgt,
den slagne vej.
Menneskekød,
smagen er mig evigt sød.
Jeg er levende død,
må have menneskekød.

Zombiesjæler

You want to be someone.
Just like anyone.
We wrapped your dreams in clay.
On Christmas day.
You want to be someone.
So does anyone.
Your dreams will fade away.
On Christmas day.

When you wish to make a scar,
slit your wrist but not too far.
Fake a suicide, my friend,
and that should do.
Let it bleed, let's have a scream.
Be a proper drama queen.
Make a scar and be a star,
as fakers do.

You want to be someone.
Just like anyone.
We wrapped your dreams in clay.
On Christmas day.
You want to be someone.
So does anyone.
Your dreams will fade away.
On Christmas day.

Life is over if you want it.
Life is over now.
Life is over if you want it.
Life is over now.
Life is over if you want it.
Life is over now.
Life is over if you want it.
Life is over now.

X-Mas Single

The Quest

Instrumental, done together with SidWave. A Commodore 64 rendition of my song Zombiesjæler.

Zombiesjæler C64

Ras Bolding is a Danish artist from Odense. Musically he roams a no man's land somewhere in between synth, electronica, goth, punk and 8 bit computer games, occasionally also incorporating elements of compositional, folk and pop music. He has performed with a large number of musicians, playing clubs and festivals, museums and art galleries, conventions, circus shows and SM parties and so much more. He is the founder of alternative culture and music club, Klub Golem, and he writes for Danish music mag, Gaffa.

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