Say goodbye to the never to be seen again. Far too early. 
REST IN FUCK'N FOR EVER PEACE

Worn-out shoes and a crooked smile
Trying to get close for a little while
Something in your eyes just pulls me in
And I can feel this shaking deep within

'Cause I'm a mess
I'm a freak
What am I doing here?
I don't belong here

See you walking by with all your friends
A perfect picture, it never ends
Every day's a new and perfect scene
I'm just the static on your silver screen

'Cause I'm a mess
I'm a freak
What am I doing here?
I don't belong here

If only I could be just like you
Something beautiful and something new
A different color, a different sound
Just to feel my feet on solid ground

'Cause I'm a mess
I'm a freak
What am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I Don't Belong Here

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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.

I Don't Belong Here

FOCKMASTER