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I.C.I.
05:01
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This is why they hide their true selves
This is why their eyes are so grey
Among them lives a shadow dancer
So fast - For him they are
Mirrored faces in the frozen windows
Clarity comes to him like a fairy’s kiss
When all is seen through and she is gone
- Sing her a secret song!
This is why they don’t move their hands
This is why they fall prey to dullness
Above them flies a bird of wisdom
So fast - For him they are
Mirrored faces in the eternal ice
Clarity comes to him like a muse’s advice
When all is said and she is gone
- Sing her a private song!
Things are just things and nothing else
Only events and deeds, maybe thoughts, but he doubts, are what they call ”good” or ”evil”
The influence of experience is minimal
Man is just man
This is why they are so confused
They are splintered into fragments
Among them blows a fart in the wind
So loud - For him they are
Mirrored faces in the broken windows
Clarity comes to him like a fairy’s kiss
When all is seen through and she is gone
- Sing her a secret song!
Sing her this only song
Let her know what you feel
Lead yourself to the state of your own
Immanent cognition ideal.
Sing her a lasting song!
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Hideaway
04:54
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Maybe we are love-pigs wallowing in their love
I guess we’re pigs, at least in case we’re animals
Or are we murderers killing the world around us everyday?
On a planet drowned in empty words
The language of the heart remains unheard
So let’s live in the red woods of mars
Let the ancient god of war be our love’s saviour
We fly in a shuttle to leave the cold grey earth behind us
I feel we are faster than the persecutors
Or are we – not our enemies – burning in the atmosphere?
All worlds have seen better days
And especially the one he is living in – He has a plan!
Now he’s giving his best regards
And he’s faking his death to the ones he doesn’t love
Will they – Will they – Will they ever believe?
I can’t live on a planet that cries out: LEAVE ME!
So let’s flee to the red woods of mars
Let the ancient god of war be our love’s saviour
Maybe we are nothing, nothing more and nothing less
We could also be all and even nothing is included
Or are we dreamers, about to dream a much better day tomorrow?
All worlds have seen better days
And especially the one deep inside of him – Damn it, it’s enough!
Now he’s giving his best regards
And he’s faking his death to all worlds’ inhabitants
Will they – Will they – Will they ever believe?
There were two souls that died within a paradise
It was not red but black, yet that was enough.
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Schreispiegel
04:49
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Boo!
Your fateful deep desperation finds a voice and cries out my name
Fuck you – I won’t hear you – I think you must run much faster
Come die with me!
Not even that – You’re much too slow – And I don’t talk about sports
What a laugh – We face to face – You searching for the sky in my eyes
A surprising affability would surely crush you down
My size isn’t yours
Curiosity is my weakness – From time to time I look back
I see your face – Do you see mine?
Every time I die I gain new knowledge about the universe
In this frigid world all love is lost
Destroyed by those with and without God
There are only few who don’t believe – And even less who do
Let’s reduce it to our own two beings
What you are and what you see of me
I hold the key to you and can’t decide how to turn it round
Sometimes I’m alive but always something shows me that isn’t right
I close my lids – My thoughts are shut – This sleep is so deep
A death which brings me round – Parts of me nearly love you
Come die with me!
So I slow down and take you by my side
Try to stand up and dare to look into my eyes!
My surprising affability indeed crushes you down
What a pity that you’re not HUMAN
Human – No man
Behave - Obey
I see your face
I speak your ear
I feel your fate
You scream - Won’t hear
Won’t hear - Won’t hear - Won’t hear - Won’t hear - Won’t hear - Won’t hear - Won’t hear -Won’t hear
My surprising affibility indeed crushes you down
What a pity that you’re not human
Just a mirror into which I scream
And the mirror screams back to me: Come die with me!
Every time I die I gain new knowledge about the universe.
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Crisis
01:20
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Alert - Crisis
Crisis - Alert
Trouble on the icy satellite
Gill-men took over the control rooms
Fatal supervision negligence
Only few escaped onto the ”Penguin”
In the polar sea a lonely ship
Carries radio operator
Sends a message to the government
Opposite receives interferences
„Ich hör’ dich nicht!”
German radio operator in the Central Space Communication Base of the IWS on Jupiter
”We should never query the integrity of the secret races we breed in our submarine laboratories, for who is suspected to behave subversive in consequence of this suspicion certainly will do.”
Jennifer C. Kant, 2nd State Philosopher of the IWS after her visit on Ganymede
”I have no doubt - and I’m sure the majority of this respectable council, the WSC, agrees with me - that the cultivation of satellites, especially ocean generation, is of primal importance for our future development.”
Xian Wung, IWS-Secretary of Planetary Research to the members of the World State’s Congress
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Worldsaw
08:04
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I. THE SO-CALLED “NEW” WAR
Workday – On radio implausible news
Joking – This can’t be – It’s not a satire
Home then – TV – Let’s see what it was
A new beacon for those who deny that
The world is a tree with many beautiful branches
To taste its various fruits offers numberless chances
To learn from our fullness could be what we exist for
But the trunk reels under the blade of a saw
Its cruelty is devastating - War its greatest stimulation
A war that knows no aim nor bounds - As any
I’m happy to sing this song to digest my topical incompetence
So I can pretend that I care though I defend myself through ignorance
The world is a tree with many beautiful branches
To taste its various fruits offers numberless chances
To learn from our fullness could be what we exist for
But the trunk reels under the blade of the worldsaw
Go!
Lay your neck under it!
II. IGNORANCE AS SELF-DEFENCE
The shavings reach up to my knees
However my boots reach higher
I just stand motionless and wonder
You see our features are of wax
Stretched on a cold and heartless rack
Accept it as a virtue - Don’t ever let pity burn on you
World saws
The shavings reach up to my face
You see my face is made of wax
I just stand motionless and gaze - As it attacks
III. DER MENSCH MIT SICH ALLEIN (instr.)
IV. CRUSADE
War!
Its cruelty is devastating - Hate its best gratification
A hatred without aim and bound - As any
Its cruelty is everlasting – Hate the Alpha and Omega
So lecherous to divide
So lecherous to divide the globe
Revenge – In “God’s country” soon dies a Sikh
Hateblind – The stripes shine in white and blood-red
When bombing is justice and peanut butter bread
The ordinariness of the senseless is (almost) back
Only it’s shades of red have increased
Heyday – All worlds forced by war lunacy
Herd to the pasture - This way it must be
The ground will be ploughed and the seed will be sown
And no one will ever find a reason to doubt that
The world is a tree with many beautiful branches
To taste its various fruits offers numberless chances
To learn from our fullness could be what we exist for
But the trunk reels under the blade of a saw.
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For Me
01:25
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Shine – your caresses enlightened my way
You came to me with all this heat and turned my night into the brightest day
But just that we were such lovers more and more pulled us down
We lost our love’s ground
I looked with my eyes
And I wasn’t that wise to realize it could only get worse
Humans change
How it hurt to see you shine in that other light
I bled red tears yet maybe otherwise I would have tried to keep the dream alive
Yes, I really need what we have now to someday re-enkindle my fire
The only desire
I stared in the eye of an off-broken time
But the hands of my life’s clock move on
This is for me!
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Less Beloved Daughter
04:58
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„There is – as far as I can see - indeed no big difference between fallacies in devotion and fallacies in greed.“
You closed the eyes - Your eyes were shut
Shut as the doors - Doors to a room
A room that kept a secret treasure
no-one else could ever find
She had a doll - A doll of glass
The glass doll cracked and slit her arms
She pressed the splinters ‘gainst her breast
and face and so she lived on less beloved
Her self-invented father had seven (or was it thousand?) daughters
She should be glad – The only girl with open arms
You can take a warm red shower
under the life-juice gushing out of her veins
She had a doll - A doll of glass
You risk an eye - An eye for her
Her pregnancy - The bleeding air
That she breathes in - Out of her screaming
mouth then steals a new old life
See an image on the wall
You can ask her - It’s a slide of her from long ago
Her face: The sparkle and the lovely imperfections are still the same
But her shadow - you guess - wasn’t one day her own
And you’ll never reach her heart - You’ll never free her from herself
Somebody wants to know if you - If she is worth it
And you immediately say “YES”
Yes, it is all worth it – all the sweet sufferings for the boys who once felt so cute...
“The sky falls down on me”
That’s what you sometimes feel when looks and words weigh you down
Her shadow - you guess - wasn’t one day her own
You fear her dark thoughts - What does she have in you?
She had a dream - A dream that broke
Broke as her last remains of hope
Now in a close relationship
But deep inside she still feels less evolved
Her self-remembered father had seven (or was it thousand?) daughters
She should be glad - The only girl with open arms
You can take a warm red shower
under the life-juice gushing out of her veins
It always begins with a secret...
Less Beloved Daughter
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Mantra
03:24
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Ist der Grundgedanke der Liebe nicht,
mehr zu geben als man empfängt,
um gerade dadurch selbst zu empfangen,
was einem einzig die Liebe schenkt?
Oder ist es eher das Warten auf den Höhepunkt,
den perfekten Moment,
den man, wenn er endlich da ist, gar nicht wahrnimmt,
weil die Zeit viel zu schnell verrinnt?
„Es ist immer noch besser, sich selbst zu belügen, als aufzugeben.“
Liar
Hider
Eraser
Coward
Martyr
Lover
Loser
Hero
Wise man - You know your heart well
Adult - You’ve got over all
Seeker - You just can’t find the thoughts
Broker - Which make it clear to your head
Martyr - You can’t escape the echo
Lover - Of your cries into the emptiness
Loser - Scarred for life
Winner - The universe is red.
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Wilderness
06:21
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A dream to keep is a life to lose - In the minefield
A whale to hunt is a shark to fish - In the shark-pool
Oh that hurts!
I fed my pride under the tracks of a tank (I am nothing)
Learned to think with my trigger finger (Really nothing)
Lead the herd into the holy pasture
This wilderness is crying for a plough!
Forgive me my cruel dying
I’m longing for your pity
I hope that our troops won’t lose the faith
Remember - Still your aim’s to tame this place
March on brave soldiers!
I lay in a trench while the enemy spat shit (I am nothing)
Played the pawn in a game of losers (Really nothing)
Lead the goats into the topless temple
This wilderness is crying for a plough!
Forgive me my cruel dying
I’m longing for your pity and I know there is no bigger crime than this
I hope that our troops will keep the faith
Remember - Still your aim’s to tame this place
Fuck you brave soldiers!
Forgive me my cruel dying – I’m longing for your pity
And I know that there is no bigger crime than this
Forgive me my cruel dying - I’m longing for your pity...
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What did you expect?
Where there is a will there is’s a way?
What if the way’s too narrow?
Something holds you back
And you still deny that it could be me
Then fly away – my sparrow!
Wings clipped - no idea how this can be?
I wear a feathercrown – Too bad I don’t know you as you don’t know me
What else did you expect?
We are travellers on the same sea
Yes - I can prove we are...
The hole in the back of your head:
My thoughts freeze, but I’m not dead
You wonder how I this came about:
The passenger left without a sound
And with the end of the day
I’ll sleep my guilt away
When the night-noise sets in
I will still stay still
Sea sprinkled with red colour – Putrescent children of life’s arse
Wings clipped - no idea how this can be?
I wear a feathercrown – Too bad you don’t know me
As I don’t know you
Do you miss a point?
This one’s for you:
Didn’t you once think life is like a speeding train on a straight embankment
Which is always threatened by the unstable moods of the surrounding deep red sea?
Stay in your compartment – The conductor says it’s dangerous in the corridors
So or similar – Why did you dismiss this thought? – It was so damn right!
Rails sprinkled with red colour – Putrescent children of life’s arse
The hole in the back of your head:
Your thoughts freeze, but you’re not dead
You wonder how I this came about:
The passenger left without a sound
And with the end of the day
I’m sleeping in this train
While the nightmares set in
I’m still innocent.
“Would you mind to... ... um ... no, forget it!”
“How could I ever forget anything?”
And always the deep red sea...
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Helsingør
01:08
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Wir werden wissen müssen
Wir werden lügen müssen
Wir werden spielen müssen
Und betrügen müssen
Wir werden lieben müssen
Wir werden töten müssen
Wir werden weinen müssen
Und vergessen müssen
Wir werden wissen lernen
Wir werden lügen lernen
Wir werden spielen lernen
Und betrügen lernen
Wir werden lieben lernen
Wir werden töten lernen
Wir werden sterben lernen
Wir werden gehen müssen.
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12. |
Threshold To An Embrace
05:27
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I. BROKER ON BUSINESS TRIP, AUTUMN 1923
A rustling tree beside a laughing stream
Shallow mirror of the warming sun
Fragrant mosses on a shielding trunk
A voice of wisdom whispers in the leaves...
I should have stayed
I should have stayed
I should have stayed here
I should have stayed
So why didn’t I... ?
I can still remember how it spoke:
“Lay your destiny into my lap!”
I thought, the offer must include a snag
I thought too long and decided wrong
I should have stayed
I should have stayed
I should have stayed here
I should have stayed
Why couldn’t I stay?
I didn’t answer
And went away
I left this place
I left this place
II. TOO LATE
My most rebellious thought is that deep inside in my heart
I have always been a servant of beauty
I am on the way back to the place where I felt so secure
To demand what is mine
I won’t flee again
This time I’ll overstep the threshold to an embrace
A laughing stream under the warming sun
The rustle of eternity streams into my consciousness
I’m still on my way back to that mystic place where I should have stayed
Will I arrive?
I won’t flee again
This time I’ll overstep the threshold (if it’s not too late)
THOSE UNNAMED BROKER’S DIARY ENTRIES
NO MATTER HOW UNBROKERLIKE THEY MAY SEEM
INCLUDE A CLASSICAL MISTAKE IN HIS REASONING...
WHOEVER ONCE WILL FIND IT MAY FIND HIMSELF.
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