Modal Thrill At Mid a) The German Watchmaker Opened The Clock: Also some guys like horses. Wax figures that come alive - but not really alive, but like ZOMBIES. Mutants, dilettantes, Mannequins The quieter the silence, the more you hear Destiny and Texas roses With rubber boots deep in the reeds It was Friday, and in the dining room The German watchmaker opened the clock. (Leo Tolstoi: Anna Karenina) b) Reworkings Of Old Material Plus A Pile Of New: reworkings of old material plus a pile of new living up to the double negative in his name down the timeless gorge of changes a resilience present in the west coast scene they slowly spiral their way into the stratosphere focusing rather on cruising through the desert while dystopian visions of society manage to take an increasingly powerful hold over the collective consciousness in a transatlantic flirtation with an iron lady writers whose practices incorporate themes relevant to psychoanalysis. cutting up her own poetry and splicing it with writings by other authors. Instead they are integrated into sharp, detailed mixes with a clear relationship to the utilitarian mutilation, evisceration and straight-up evil, and the dominant presence of the ghosts themselves, prompted by their distaste for some of the uglier buildings. the gangster bride took his hand and hijacked him with all his strength his senses - lingering prone berserk with an intoxicating spasm of fills, an ocean of agitated cymbals, while old gospel songs resound from the background c) A Mountain Dweller Explores The Edges: ||: ripple and explode, dropping in from above rarely setting into groove :|| sound like confrontation in Harlem channeling the same groove laid down a few years back sweet ride and chili sauce don’t even open the mouth Karma Sutra and the power of the world Do not join one of the last steps Entry areas for the first, later interventions lead to new riffs like a mountain dweller exploring the edges better stay for stunningly versatile talking about invitations to the spiritual without spelling out a precise response ||: ripple and explode, dropping in from above rarely setting into groove :|| sound like confrontation in Harlem channeling the same groove laid down a few years back ||: ripple and explode, dropping in from above rarely setting into groove :|| sound like confrontation in Harlem channeling the same groove laid down a few years back sweet ride and chili sauce don’t even open the mouth Karma Sutra and the power of the world Do not join one of the last steps ||: ripple and explode, dropping in from above rarely setting into groove :||

Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Warten bis zum Tagesanbruch durchatmen - verschnaufen zum Glücksklee gelangen durch schnelles Laufen 1, 2, 3, 4 - Abzähle-Verse und Reime schlagen Haken in der Wellness-Oase Von der oberen Wasserkante bis zum unterliegenden Dachsbau verloren in der Nacht, verloren in der Stadt, der Welt im Wald, verloren in der Pracht Jesus am Kreuz: „es ist vollbracht“ was ist stärker, die Angst, die du fühlst, oder die Angst, sie zu überwinden?