Ball of Lies

Strangers

I Want To Be Alone

Kiss the pole

Karussell

Ich soll rumrenn' und mich vermarkten
ich renne rum und sag wie toll
meine Kräfte grade erstarkten
ich simuliere und sauf mich voll
Ich rufe laut: Ich bin der Beste!
mit Überzeugung im Gesicht
über die Zweifel und die Reste
von meinem Ich erzähl ich nicht

Ich fühl mich wie ein altes Pony
im Vermarktungskarussell
ich trabe los und will ja ankomm
aber ich bin ja nicht so schnell
Doch auch die Schnellen laufen Kreise
sie kommen an wo sie schon waren
es ist doch alles, ganz große Scheisse
die Lage ist völlig verfahren

ick soll rumrenn' und ma vakoofen
ick renne rum und sag wie schick
die Leute zu meinen Liedern schwofen
und bräch mir lieber das Genick
ich soll rumrenn' und mich bewerben
na gut ich tu's den ganzen Tag
doch manchmal würde ich lieber sterben
als so zu tun als ob ich das mag

Dann lieber gammeln in der Gosse
viel zu schade mein Genick
den ganzen Quatsch zu sammeln in 'ner Glosse
das bringt mir etwas neues Glück
Das mit dem Glück ich so ne Sache
Es ist so flüchtig, ohne Geld
also rumrenn' und mich bewerben
ganz gleich ob mir das gefällt

Ich muss rumrenn' und mich vermarkten
ich renne rum und sag wie toll
meine Kräfte grad erstarkten
und weiß ja auch nicht, was das soll!


from Stayin´Alive - 20 Jahre DAGEGEN!, released May 1, 2025
Geigerzaehler & die Attitüden Plattitüden Showband 

Ursprünglich aus "KAPUTT und die Hoffnung"

geigerzaehler.bandcamp.com/album/kaputt-und-die-hoffnung

geigerzaehler.bandcamp.com/track/karussell

Karussell (GZ & Attitüden Plattitüden Showband)

My Living Hell

Karma Boy (feat. All Wick No Wax)

I Left Me Behind

#punkrock #funny #ironic #melodicle #jumping #alternativerock #rock #rockmusic #wendir #fun #new

The Ballad of Life(and All its glorious nonsense)-Wendir

i know that you don’t
want to know
and that you never
listen to my songs 

i know that you’ve 
even forgot, the names 
of all the songs 

and i think that’s okay
being vulnerable 
is not my way
this project was mine
anyways

i write but nobody listens
never cared about my feelings 
you will be surprised to know
that whatever i wanted 
i have achieved it (or not)

i reached my goals and
I’m growing 
life feels different with
all the sleepless nights 
Sunset Boulevard was nice 

From time to time i try to 
Remember about you
You are fading and so 
Are your curls

I spend my whole life
Looking for you 
Promising that I’ll be meeting you 
But here’s the truth 

You are fading away
I’m sure i am too
It’s time to forget 
It’s time to let go 
Promise I won’t chase you anymore 

fading

In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

wax eden

Just a project born from a storm of thoughts that were never meant to be heard. 

No names. No faces. Just frequencies wrapped in memories.

fading

red unicorn

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