Static whispers on the wire's thread,
Another signal from a world long dead.
Screens are flickering, a pale blue light,
Lost in the city on a lonely night.
The concrete breathes a cold and silent sigh,
As satellites drift across the inky sky.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Data streams like rivers in the dark,
Each fleeting message leaves its fragile mark.
I navigate these currents, cold and deep,
While weary circuits struggle hard to sleep.
The neon canyons hum a restless tune,
Beneath the silent, watchful, silver moon.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Gravity pulls, a constant, heavy hand,
But in my mind, I walk on shifting sand
Of distant planets, bathed in alien sun,
Where silent orbits have already begun.

Hello Earthling, can you hear my call?
Across the distance, standing ten feet tall
Behind the glass, where the echoes play,
Dreaming of galaxies so far away.
Hello Earthling, do you see the gleam?
A fractured vision of a cosmic dream.

Fading signal, lost in atmosphere,
A lonely echo, year after year.
Spaceboy calling... fading... gone... so far...
Underneath a cold and distant star.


Hello Earthling

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¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
The emptiness of various Corona lockdowns made Focke the Fockmaster. Musically, he tried out various styles to end up where everything once ended. Techno. 
With classical eight-year music training on the cello, pubescent excursions into New Wave music, everything followed a logic at the end of the 90s. Techno.

¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
Die Leere diverser Corona-Lockdowns machte Focke zum Fockmaster. Musikalisch probierte er sich stilistisch divers aus, um am Ende dorthin zu gelangen, wo alles einst endete. Techno. 
Mit klassischer achtjähriger Musikausbildung am Violoncello, pubertären Ausflügen in die New Wave Musik folgte Ende der 90er Jahre alles einer Logik. Techno.

Hello Earthling

FOCKMASTER