Spirits Are Dancing (2025) Remastered

I-Berliner Ensemble

Chill theme for the lazy summer afternoons

Beauty In The Tiny

The man and the sea

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a late-night improvisation over a poem by German writer Christian Morgenstern (1871-1914). 
Cover: Ink drawing by Gunther Benedict

Der Wasseresel

I don't know who I am
I don't know where I am
It's one AM and I want you
I don't know what I am
I don't know if I am
It's one AM and I want you
You're the arms that don't want me
You're the eyes that haunt me
You were taken from me in my infancy
Now I want you back
I want you back
I don't know a thing about
I'm filled with doubt
It's one AM and I want you
Between heaven and hell
I don't know where you dwell
It's one AM and I want you
Why do you why do you why do you why do you torment me
What did I ever do to you
What do you what do you what do you what do you want from me
Why won't you let me be, let me be
I'm walking a dangerous street
Unfamiliar to me
It's one AM and I want you
I can hear your laughter
I'll never have you
It's one AM and I want you
Like this...
I don't know who I am
I don't know where I am
But it's one AM and I want you
I don't know what I am
I don't know if I am
It's one AM and I want you
It's one AM and I want you

One AM

Slow Motion Space Blues

Mac , music , lyrics ,vocals
Scotty , lyrics and vocals
Shane , lyrics and vocals

Jimmy really should have learned how to drive 
But he thought he was the last of the lads alive
He never knew his signals or emergency stops
Took a blind side right with his headlights off
And that was the end of that 
But there’s always some daft twat
Who dabbles in disaster for a silly laugh
Perhaps it’s apt 
But Christ it’s proper sad
He was probably an arsehole but someone’s little lad
And it makes em mad in the daily mail
When every little jimmy fails
“They should be building bigger jails , these criminals shall not prevail”
Fuck off Doris ,I’ve got news for you 
You can climb down off that high horse
Cos it ain’t fit for glue

Those with glass minds throwing rocks tonight
Knowing that they never lived a day in their lives

Well, Linda sits upon her porch 
with cigarettes and beer,
waitin' for her cheque and askin'
the mailman each time he's near.
She lives with other women,
who are very much the same.
Seven babies from eight daddies.
Makin' them is just a game
for them to live in ignorance,
sit and do nothing, 
but complain about the immigrants 
that make them quite insane,
even though they're working difficult, shit jobs 
that they're too proud to do.
Entitlement based on their skin
colour and where it was they grew.

There’s two sides to a coin
When judgement calls
Those opinions are the shovel that will bury us all
And that’s all 
X

Fit for glue

Con-Fusion

The Shield

The Foolish Dreamer

Song for the writer
(Mark Irving Anderson)
 
...An empty page, a silent room
A melody just out of reach
A midnight hum, a pencil’s tomb
I chase the words that I can’t speak…
 
…Crumbled paper, scattered dreams
Every dream a leap of faith
Hope reflected in-between
A silent chord a silent wraith…
 
[Chorus]
…This songs for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word will find its mark
Carved forever in his song
It’s for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer…
 
…How does a feeling find its form
A verse begins, a chorus teases
How does thunder find a storm
I scribble fragments, puzzle pieces…
 
…Will someone hear this wandering tune
Notes that stumble, words that flee
Born on a Sunday afternoon
Or is this tune just for me…
 
[Chorus]
…This one’s for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word finds its mark
Carved forever in the song
This is a song for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer…
 
[Bridge]
In the hush, I surrender
To whatever time remembers
I’m lost, I’m found, I’m right, I’m wrong
Just a writer in a song…
 
[Chorus]
…This one’s for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word finds its mark
Carved forever in his song
It’s for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer…

Song for the writer

Hi , we’re Mac , Scotty and Shane and we’re alright if you like that type of thing

Find Mac here : https://on.soundcloud.com/ykKOMJaT5S08shXQ2x

And Scotty here : https://on.soundcloud.com/CLSShQ7jOlAo9gXH6h

And me in random hedge bottoms

Fit for glue

The wrong song club