Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

Photo: Gord E.

Lyrics:

Heard you couldn’t spend another day livin’ in the city,
Heard you changed your mind about the best way to be,
Heard the dream that you had as a teen only dragged you down,
The door to your soul had you lookin’ for another key.
 
Now the open road is your way out of the city,
Findin’ your highs through the changes in the scenery,
Feel your spirits lift through the continental drift,
Happiness an arbitrary trajectory.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Turn the page, you’re livin’ on a mountain high above a city,
Something changed your mind about the best way to be,
Life on the road had become a load that just dragged you down
The door to your soul wanted opening without a key.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ every day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Fear, you’re facing that today. Near, the ones that show the way.
Clear, the light you’re following through the gray.
Dear, the road you’re travellin’. Here, the answers will begin.
Destination changin’ to the mystery within.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.

Destinations

DutyFree Heartbreak

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Metal!@

OMNI MAN!! [METAL THEME]

Lyrics:

A quiet gardener, laying lonely on his bed,
Something is calling, something is calling, faintly in his head
A dream of roses, draws him out to search the sky
Something is calling, something is blooming there,
Beyond the vision of his eye.

Can it be something beautiful’s reaching out to me?
Can it be, there’s a garden that welcomes every leaf?
Can it be, there are flowers that love my calloused hand?
Can it be, that they’re blossoming in a flawless land?

A quiet sailor, laying lonely on his bed,
Something is calling, something is calling, faintly in his head
A dream of dolphins, draws him out to search the sea
Something is calling, something is sailing there,
Beyond what he can see.

Can it be something beautiful’s reaching out to me?
Can it be, there’s an ocean that welcomes every stream?
Can it be, there's a ship that wants guidance from my hand?
Can it be, that it’s voyaging far from sea or land?

Something is calling everyone, there always seem to be,
Greetings that are reaching for us all.         
Something is hoping that everyone will listen carefully
For the spirit call.

Can it be something beautiful’s reaching out to me?
Can it be, there’s an ocean that welcomes every stream?
Can it be, something’s hoping to hold my calloused hand?
Can it be, something’s calling me from a flawless land?

Something Is Calling

Signals From The Underground is the opening track from the band's 2024 album, Dead Already Power.

Signals from the underground

Hi there! :) First of all, great thanks Stanislav Maslov and Outside Records for the drum part and the percussion parts.

I created this music inspired by this small poem I once wrote:

"I've gone out of these walls
that give me warmth and hatred.
A winter wind is blowing softly on my face;
The wind is cold.
Snowflakes are getting on my tongue
and melting quickly,
and evening darkness is descending on this town.

The snow is falling softly on the street
and sparkling under streetlights.
It's calm around here;
life flows on its own.
Was all of that which was before,
or not?
The strain has gone,
The time has come,
I'm going home."

Snowflakes (drums by Stanislav Maslov)

Crimson Arcanum - Soul Grinder

Verticals

Who am I to you 
A friend or a feind 
A beggar on the loose 
A fella proud n mean 

What am I to say 
The answer is clear 
Eveybody weighs you down 
If you can't keep it in 

Who am I to choose 
The dreamy fantasy 
The sunset on the loose 
Is all you'll ever see 

Tight around the waist 
Motorcycle race
Waiting for the sun 
There's a moon on the run 

All who wish speak 
Will have their voices heard 
This land of strong n weak 
Will treat for every bird 

Eradicating fear 
Is all we need in cheer 
In spirit of the loved ones 
A life where death draws near 



Something Is Calling

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