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Songs
Demolicious
Even Flow
Prayers of Hate
Flesh and Bones
Regression
Nice Day
Dognights Moonrise
Demolicious
What happens when old structures are torn down and familiar landmarks destroyed to make way for seemingly beneficial renewal, fulfilling the dreams of a select few? And what happens to those who must tear down their own past with their own hands, knowingly reducing both their present and their future to rubble and ashes? Brick by brick, they are torn down, and there you see the symbolic significance of your own actions: you are part of a process that displaces the old to make room for something new – but this ‘new’ is not for everyone.
Does this only affect the person with the hammer in their hand or the hand on the lever of the wrecking ball when the traces of human lives, past histories and social ties are subordinated to the urge for lucrative change?
Dreams are planned, built, perhaps even realised. But the question remains: for whom are these dreams intended? And who wakes up in a nightmare that reveals they no longer have a place in a society that sacrifices their past without giving everyone a future?
Demolicious
Swinging this hammer ‘til the daylight‘s spent
Brick by brick, I tear it down
This city’s bones beneath my frown.
That’s the way we ride the wreckingball
Dust and echoes spreading down the hall
That’s the way we tear it down
And build it up for those who buy
The dust, it rises, fills my lungs
While rich men sing their silver tongues.
They talk of progress, streets so wide
While I just see the past denied.
The walls they whisper, old and true
Stories of folks like me and you.
But steel and glass will take their place
And wipe away each weathered face.
Swing the hammer, break the stone
tearing down what we call home
But in the rubble, can’t you see?
The’re building dreams, but not for me
Leave it all behind, all behind, all behind, all behind
They say it’s just the way
The old must fall, the new will stay
But tell where the sparrows go
When rooftops crumble down below – again
Swing the hammer, break the stone
tearing down what we call home
But in the rubble, can’t you see?
The’re building dreams, but not for me
Even Flow
Even Flow
Prayers of Hate
coming sonn
prayers of Hate
Donʹt know if it’s past or future
Hope it’s not today
Hope it’s gone
Cause I’d more fear if it was still to come
Reveries, memories, stupidities
It’s the same old beast
I see people fighting prayers of hate
Don’t know if it’s dream or real
Hope it’s real
Cause I want to see compassion rule over stupidity
Jealousies, fallacies, brutalities
It’s the same old beast
(They) Loudly tune in into silent night
Collectively indulding into the white
Justified by mass
hatred refreshed
A scar is what happenes when words become flesh
Flesh and Bones
Life is change. Everything flows, much breaks, some things disappear, but something remains. Between inner survival and outer absence, there is a fine thread: the memories and traces that people leave behind in the world and in us, even when their voices have long since faded away.
We travel through times of transformation, vulnerability and quiet resistance, and allow ourselves to be drawn into the constant search for meaning in the flow of events.
Life unfolds and unravels between transience and the indestructible core that lies hidden deep within us, between the soft, vulnerable surface of emotions, physicality and external influences – and that essence that always remains, even under attack. This is where the meaning and truth of our existence are revealed. Patience becomes an attitude, crises become teachers, and the unknown becomes a space we enter without losing ourselves in it.
A reflection on identity and self-protection, on closeness and distance, on what passes and what remains. Change, pain and growth accompany us inevitably – but deep inside there is a place that nothing touches, a final steadfastness that sustains us when everything else is in flux…
Flesh and Bones
Patiently like a fleshless bone
Steady and persistent
Waiting for the unknown
Peacefully resistant
Waiting for the unknown
Peacefully resistant
Like water in its endless flow
Struggling, fading, falling to grow
Defining its eternal home
While his flesh is off to roam
Living means
building bridges
Over streams
that won’t persist
You can (try to) hurt flesh
with bites and stitches
(Still) you won’t reach the bones
the core resists
The remain(s) of a man
Who has been gone for long
Will stay at the place
Of this man’s last song
Nice Day
Nice Day
Chasing shadows in the mist
Indifferent, dull and lazy
Connecting dots that don‘t exist
Come on count the numbers
And let the puppets dance
To meet where fortune slumbers,
He casts his lot, a fool of chance.
Abuse us all
before we fall into your trap
We are ignoring your voiceless call
and stumbling forward step by step
Lost in noise of voiceless cries
Glittering behind your eyes
Puppeteers won’t share their tricks
Fate is dealt with loaded sticks.
Pulling, cutting, trying
Laughing, hoping, crying
The bar is dry, the pocket gone
The dress is made of skin and bones,
as curtains fall.
Nice Day
Nice Day
Chasing shadows in the mist
Indifferent, dull and lazy
Connecting dots that don‘t exist
Come on count the numbers
And let the puppets dance
To meet where fortune slumbers,
He casts his lot, a fool of chance.
Abuse us all
before we fall into your trap
We are ignoring your voiceless call
and stumbling forward step by step
Lost in noise of voiceless cries
Glittering behind your eyes
Puppeteers won’t share their tricks
Fate is dealt with loaded sticks.
Pulling, cutting, trying
Laughing, hoping, crying
The bar is dry, the pocket gone
The dress is made of skin and bones,
as curtains fall.
Dognights Moonrise
Dognights Moonrise
The night in here is sticky
clouds of grapes, terrific jam
sofa seatbelt fastened tight
By my lifetime enemy
I never had one of those days
Where passion burned and effort blazed.
While Jim and Mary shaped my will
I wake up from the hazy dreams
Dognights moonrise – moonlight shadows on my way
Dognights moonrise – I don’t want to go astray
Dognights moonrise – losing ground step by step
Dognights moonrise – I am falling into your trap
This is my quarter, you have to check in
The place to be, be what I am
Donˋt want to hide, to hide myself
Behind the clouds of misery
Dognights moonrise – moonlight shines on my way
Dognights moonrise – but I won‘t go astray
Dognights moonrise – gaining ground, step by step
Dognights moonrise – I won‘t fall into your trap
merry, we go up and round
elevate to take us down
drop out and get off board
tune in into a major chord
Dognights moonrise – moonlight shines on my way
Dognights moonrise – I will never go astray
Dognights moonrise – coming back step by step
Dognights moonrise – I won‘t fall into your trap