TOTALLY HAPPY SAD IN THE 80s

The shadows lengthen, stretching across the room 
Another day is fading, swallowed by the gloom 
The clock ticks on, a metronome of slow decay 
Withering grace, fading fast, slipping away
 
The world outside, a blur of passing lights 
A symphony of sirens, lost in the lonely nights 
Memories flicker, ghosts of joys long gone 
A bittersweet refrain, a mournful, fading song
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn

The rain falls softly, washing dust away 
But the stains remain, with each passing day 
A yearning for the past, a yearning for the light 
To escape this fading echo, in the fading night
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold. 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn
 
A whisper on the wind, a sigh upon the breeze 
Carrying the echoes of forgotten memories 
A yearning for the warmth, a yearning for the grace 
Before the shadows fell, and time began to race

Such Like A Shame

There are no virgins in heaven.
A hymn for the left and retarded

Misanthropic Hallelujah Female Version

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ten light years out, the stars all align,
My ship's a ghost, through the void I climb.
Control to Pilot, can you hear my plea?
A silent hum, just the ship and me.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

The Earth's a speck, a fading blue,
No turning back, what else can I do?
My oxygen's low, my systems fail,
In this endless night, my spirit sets sail.

They said I'd be a hero, a pioneer,
But out here alone, there's only fear.
No grand parade, no cheering crowd,
Just the silent stars, my lonely shroud.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ground Control, I'm losing the signal now,
Just static whispers, and a fading vow.
This is Pilot signing off, into the black,
No turning back, no turning back…


Lost in the Void

In den Tiefen der Megastadt, wo Neon flackert matt und kalt,
Kriecht die Wahrheit wie ein Virus, unaufhaltsam und geballt.
Die Nahrung künstlich, ohne Geschmack, doch eines bleibt konstant,
Brrrauner Stuhl ist der Beweis, dass noch Funktion im System verkannt.

Genmanipulierte Körper, blass und kraftlos, irren umher.
Die Erinnerung an Grün verblasst, ein ferner Traum, so schwer.
Die Archive flüstern Lügen, die Geschichte neu verdreht,
Doch in den Genen pulsiert ein Echo, das die Wahrheit nie verlässt, nie flieht.
Die Urmutter, einst so rein und stark, ein Bild im digitalen Staub,
Selbst Eva war brrraun, so soll es sein, bevor der Fortschritt fraß den Glaub'.

Die Strahlen peitschen durch den Smog, ein letzter Hauch von Glut.
Die Sonne brennt, die Haut wird brrraun, ein Zeichen der Verdammnis, keine Tugend.
Die Reinheit ist vergangen, ausgelöscht, ein Mythos längst verweht.
Das blanke weiß macht keinen heiß, nur Narben, die der Rost zerfrisst und quält.

Sie suchten Perfektion, die Auslöschung des Makels, der dunklen Spur.
Doch im Innersten bleibt der Beweis, unlöschbar, pur.
Die Farbe ist ein Flüstern der Vergangenheit, ein Aufschrei gegen die Norm.
Eine Erinnerung daran, was war, bevor der kalte Stahl uns ganz umformt'.

Die Strahlen peitschen durch den Smog, ein letzter Hauch von Glut.
Die Sonne brennt, die Haut wird brrraun, ein Zeichen der Verdammnis, keine Tugend.
Die Reinheit ist vergangen, ausgelöscht, ein Mythos längst verweht.
Das blanke weiß macht keinen heiß, nur Narben, die der Rost zerfrisst und quält.

Brrraun... die Wahrheit... brrrennt...

Brrrauner Stuhl ist der Beweis

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The floral wallpaper, a predictable stain,
Reflects the silence, a dull, persistent rain.
Another Sunday, the roast sits on the bone,
And unspoken judgments are quietly thrown.
He clears his throat, a familiar, weary sound,
While all the unspoken resentments spin around.

She adjusts her pearls, a nervous little tic,
Recounting stories, predictable and quick.
The children fidget, their eyes begin to glaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of these repetitive days.
He offers advice, sharp and unsolicited,
Another brick added to the wall we've erected.

The photographs on the mantelpiece, a smiling facade,
Hide the cracks beneath, the battles we've had.
We play our roles with practiced, weary grace,
A tragicomedy in this suffocating space.

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The evening descends, a heavy, velvet shroud,
Another day survived within this well-behaved crowd.
And the barbarism lingers, a taste upon the tongue,
Until the next gathering, when the same old song is sung.

Behind Closed Doors

Mach dem Gedicht Europa von Kurt Tucholsky (verfasst 1932)

Wird von Soundcloud zensiert und von der Empfehlung ausgeschlossen. 
Censored by Soundcloud and excluded from recommendation.

Da liegt Europa. Wie sieht es aus?
Wie ein bunt angestrichnes Irrenhaus.
Die Nationen schuften auf Rekord:
Export! Export!


Die andern! Die andern sollen kaufen!
Die andern sollen die Weine saufen!
Die andern sollen die Schiffe heuern!
Die andern sollen die Kohlen verfeuern!
Wir?


Zollhaus, Grenzpfahl und Einfuhrschein:
wir lassen nicht das geringste herein.
Wir nicht. Wir haben ein Ideal:
Wir hungern. Aber streng national.
Fahnen und Hymnen an allen Ecken.
Europa? Europa soll doch verrecken!


Und wenn alles der Pleite entgegen treibt:
dass nur die Nation erhalten bleibt!
Menschen braucht es nicht mehr zu geben.
England! Polen! Italien muß leben!
Der Staat frisst uns auf. Ein Gespenst. Ein Begriff.
Der Staat, das ist ein Ding mitm Pfiff.


Das Ding ragt auf bis zu den Sternen –
von dem kann noch die Kirche was lernen.
Jeder soll kaufen. Niemand kann kaufen.
Es rauchen die völkischen Scheiterhaufen.
Es lodern die völkischen Opferfeuer:
Der Sinn des Lebens ist die Steuer!


Der Himmel sei unser Konkursverwalter!
Die Neuzeit tanzt als Mittelalter.
Die Nation ist das achte Sakrament –!
Gott segne diesen Kontinent.

Europa

Walking through the shadows, feeling kind of lost
Searching for a beacon, no matter what the cost
Heard the whispers softly, of a feeling so profound
But all I've ever stumbled on was shaky, shifting ground

Is there something more than just the touch and fleeting glance?
A deeper kind of comfort, a second, hopeful chance?
My heart keeps on repeating, a question in the air

Tell me, can you show me what it means to truly care?
Is there someone out there who can meet me halfway there?
I've been wandering lonely, with this longing in my soul
Tell me, can you teach me how to make my spirit whole?

Tried to build my castles on foundations made of sand
Every time the tide came in, they crumbled in my hand
Seen the faces come and go, promises like fragile glass
Hoping for a connection that was built to truly last

Is there something stronger than the words that people say?
A constant kind of presence to brighten up the day?
My heart keeps on repeating, a question in the air

Tell me, can you show me what it means to truly care?
Is there someone out there who can meet me halfway there?
I've been wandering lonely, with this longing in my soul
Tell me, can you teach me how to make my spirit whole?

I reach out in the darkness, hoping for a guiding light
Someone to stand beside me, and make everything feel right

Tell me, can you show me what it means to truly care?
Is there someone out there who can meet me halfway there?
I've been wandering lonely, with this longing in my soul
Tell me, can you teach me how to make my spirit whole?

Oh, I want to know, I really want to know
What love is, and how it starts to grow.
Yeah, I want to know, I really want to know.


IS THERE SOMEONE OUT THERE?

Die Autopista  spuckt uns aus, der Himmel wird schon rot
Vorbei an Felsen und Burros, na endlich, kein Verbot
Mehr auf das Gaspedal, das Radio schreit uns an
Ich sind auf dem Weg, mios Dios, nach Almayate, Mann!

Almayate, Almayate, du bist mein Sehn- und  Sucht
Wo die Sonne scheint so grell, da bleiben wir nicht kurz
Almayate, Almayate, am Strand die Seele sich hängt
Vergessen ist das bunte Berlin, hier pulsiert der ...

Die Palmen wiegen stramm im Wind, der Sand so hart und heiß
Die Wellen rauschen laut, das hat hier der pure Crime
Die Luft riecht nach Koks und Salz, ein Wodka-Cola in der Hand
Wir tanzen barfuß durch die Nacht im Almayate-Endkrass-Land.

Almayate, Almayate, du bist mein Sehn- und  Sucht
Wo die Sonne scheint so grell, da bleiben wir nicht kurz
Almayate, Almayate, am Strand die Seele sich hängt
Vergessen ist das bunte Berlin, hier pulsiert der stramme Wind!

Die Sterne funkeln über uns, die Gitarre verbrennt ganz leis'
Wir sitzen hier am Lagerfeuer, der Moment ist unglaublich heiß
Die Alltagssorgen sind verbrannt, die Zeit steht niemals still
In Almayate, mein lieber Frosch, da krieg ich niemals den Hals nicht voll.

Almayate , du bist mein Sehn- und  Sucht-
Wo die Sonne scheint so grell, da bleiben wir nicht kurz
Almayate, Almayate, am Strand die Seele sich hängt
Vergessen ist das bunte Berlin, hier pulsiert der strrramme Wind!

Almayate, Almayate, ja, ich komme wieder in dir
Almayate, Almayate, Olé, auf Wiedersehn, na klar!

Almayate

The lamps are low, a bruised twilight bleeds,
Across the pane where the rain still pleads.
Each drop a sigh on the dusty glass,
Watching the moments slowly pass.
A whisper soft on the chilling breeze,
Rustling secrets through the skeletal trees.

The path unwinds, a ribbon of stone,
Leading me deeper, further alone.
Each twisted branch, a reaching hand,
Grasping for something I can't understand.
The air grows thick with a damp perfume,
Sealing my fate in this gathering gloom.

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

A flicker there, behind the dense wood,
A fragile hope, misunderstood?
Or just the moon, a sliver so thin,
Mocking the darkness that dwells within?

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

The forest breathes, a silent sigh,
As the last of the colors begin to die.
And I am lost, and I cannot see,
If the forest is holding onto me.
Holding onto me...
Holding onto me...

Walk alone in this fading light

Woke in the grey light, another day begun
Same four walls around me, where did the feeling run?
They told me in the classroom, they whispered in the hall
Every little pleasure would lead to a great fall.

And the shadows lengthen on the pristine page
Another confession in this gilded cage
They built it brick by brick with every fearful word
Now all I ever hear is what I've always heard.

Stolen moments after dark, a glance across the room
A fragile kind of comfort blooming in the gloom
But then the old voice echoes, a hammer in my head
Saying every touch you cherish is a path you shouldn't tread.

And the shadows lengthen on the pristine page
Another confession in this gilded cage
They built it brick by brick with every fearful word
Now all I ever hear is what I've always heard.

Is it such a transgression to want a little light?
To break these heavy curtains in the lonely night?
This guilt they planted deep, it grows with every year
A constant condemnation whispering in my ear.

And the shadows lengthen on the pristine page
Another confession in this gilded cage
They built it brick by brick with every fearful word
Now all I ever hear is what I've always heard.

Oh, the weight of it all, a relentless tide
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide.
It's a sin, they told me, a sin I can't outrun.
The damage is forever, the battle's never won.


BRICK by BRICK

Across the rooftops, the city sighs low,
Streetlights like diamonds on a velvet below.
They tell us surrender, they tell us to cease,
But in this moment, we find our release.
We can be giants, just for tonight,
Burning so brightly, a glorious light.

You with your secrets, and shadows you keep,
Me with my wild heart, refusing to sleep.
They build up their walls, try to keep us apart,
But the fire between us tears them all apart.
Though the world tries to tame us, day after day,
We can be fearless, come what may.

I see the defiance that flickers and gleams,
A spark in your eyes, chasing impossible dreams.
They whisper of failure, of battles we'll lose,
But their voices are fading, we have nothing to choose.
But to rise above it, on wings made of will,
On this concrete horizon, our promise fulfill.

Oh, we can be legends, etched in the grey,
Defying the darkness, and lighting the way.
Just for this evening, the stars understand,
Two souls united, hand in hand.
We can be heroes, if only we try,
Under the vastness of the indigo sky.

Maybe tomorrow the magic will fade,
The colors will dull, the promises made.
But tonight we are boundless, a force strong and true,
Breaking the barriers, me and you.

Oh, we can be legends, etched in the grey,
Defying the darkness, and lighting the way.
Just for this evening, the stars understand,
Two souls united, hand in hand.
We can be heroes, if only we try,
Under the vastness of the indigo sky.

Just for tonight... heroes...
Under the sky...

Defying the darkness

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

The dust on the window pane, a film of fading light,
Reflects the empty spaces where laughter burned so bright.
The photographs are scattered, faces worn and thin,
A silent testament to where we both have been.
We stood here hand-in-hand, beneath a sky so vast,
Believing every moment, forever meant to last.

And time, it crawls and races on, a relentless, hungry tide,
That washes at the edges where our two lives used to ride.
We row in separate vessels now, the spray stings at my face,
And the silence in between us is a cold and hollow space.
We're drifting apart, my dear, as gentle as the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble down from once connected trees.

I still recall the warmth of you, the solace in your gaze,
The promises we whispered through those long and hazy days.
We built a world together, brick by weary brick,
A fortress strong and solid, we thought it couldn't break so quick.
But paths diverge in shadows, and choices softly fall,
And now we walk in separate storms, beyond each other's call.

And time, it crawls and races on, a relentless, hungry tide,
That washes at the edges where our two lives used to ride.
We row in separate vessels now, the spray stings at my face,
And the silence in between us is a cold and hollow space.
We're drifting apart, my dear, as gentle as the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble down from once connected trees.

Perhaps on some far shoreline, when the tempest starts to cease,
We'll glimpse a fleeting memory of that forgotten peace.
A shadow of a feeling, a whisper in the air,
That hints at the connection that we could no longer share.

And time, it crawls and races on, a relentless, hungry tide,
That washes at the edges where our two lives used to ride.
We row in separate vessels now, the spray stings at my face,
And the silence in between us is a cold and hollow space.
We're drifting apart, my dear, as gentle as the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble down from once connected trees.

Down from connected trees...
The wind just carries on... carries on...

Down from connected trees...

From the series: 80s hits that will never have existed ...

Streetlights bleedin' on the wet asphalt
Another Friday, same old default
Feel the hummin' in the concrete veins
Chasin' somethin' to escape the pains
Got that hunger burnin' deep inside
Nowhere left for a young soul to hide

Neon Knights! Glimmer in the fading sun
Runnin' wild 'til the morning's spun
Neon Knights! Never gonna slow us down
Kings of the concrete, wearing no crown
Oh-oh-oh, we chase the vanishing light
Oh-oh-oh, through the heart of the night

Shadows dancin' to a silent beat
Lost reflections on the bustling street
Every movement, a desperate plea
For a moment, just to feel so free
Hear the sirens wailin' in the distance
Ignorin' every warning, every instance

Every whisper, every flash and gleam
Caught between a nightmare and a dream
Hear the rhythm callin' out your name
Fanning every flicker of the flame

Neon Knights! Glimmer in the fading sun
Runnin' wild 'til the morning's spun
Neon Knights! Never gonna slow us down
Kings of the concrete, wearing no crown
Oh-oh-oh, we chase the vanishing light
Oh-oh-oh, through the heart of the night

They say we're reckless, lost and undone
But we're just searching for where we belong
In the chaos, we find our own way
Living for the thrill of another day

Neon Knights! Glimmer in the fading sun
Runnin' wild 'til the morning's spun
Neon Knights! Never gonna slow us down
Kings of the concrete, wearing no crown
Oh-oh-oh, we chase the vanishing light
Oh-oh-oh, through the heart of the night

Neon Knights! Don't you try to understand
Just feel the pulse of this desperate land
Neon Knights! Forever on the run
Until our fading victory is won.

Neon Knights

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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.

TOTALLY HAPPY SAD IN THE 80s

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