29 May 2017



GRIEFWALKER – No longer held down, no longer kept confined. By the old dreams long gone by, the old ways never tried. Walk with me, and hold my hand until the end. Blessed be the meek. Blessed be the ones who seek solace wherever they may find it. Lord knows we all keep trying. Words and images provide the smallest comforts sometimes. Lift the spirit and stem the wound, once more on repeat. We believe in life and death, balance and reflection. Endings we try to comprehend and fight against. Break these chains and lift me up. For the clouds have gathered and the jurors have filled their cups.

BRITTLE – Some say that my outlook is as bleak as the sky on any November day. I don’t hear what they say, cause I’ve got dreams to chase. Debts to fulfill, stakes to claim. Sometimes at night I feel no pain. The fire in our hearts has turned into a mere flicker. We burned the page which was written in our darkest days. Filled with our deepest rage. To some it always feels like a golden age or desperate times. With nameless people screaming desperate rhymes. Learn to read between the lines. So say your piece, grit your teeth. Let them all bow as you find your feet.

ANCHORS – Awaiting turns, loosening threads. For all the heroes from the past we can’t forget. Sway slow and deep. Inverted shades. Always the same for all the masses point the blame. So-called leaders trap us in sweetened dreams and gleefully spin a web of dense deceit. Disappointed people make for angry mob mentality. Scapegoats in cages have taken the blame for ages. Blistering confronting accusations. Low and behold, the river flows and drags us all into inevitable throes. The words that we all kept, close to our hearts and chests. Like amulets. We look for answers in different directions. We hope to find anchors in anthems.

STERNSCHANZE – Stars shine bright tonight, so do the Schulterblatt pavement lights. Let’s go out and kill our dreams and rebuild them in the morning. New banners up on the Rote Flora, down past the Flora Park. Sankt Pauli fans out in full force today. It is probably an exhibition game. Maybe tonight the rain will drive away this heat. And the Menschenzoo will be. I guess we’re shit out of luck, but don’t worry cause the Reeperbahn is still fucked. The gamblers and the drunks talk loud. The girls wear their colors oh so proud. Durch die dunkle straβen irrt der Geist von der Hoffnung die verloren scheint. Von einer Stadt die tapfer kämpft, doch die Reeperbahn ist immer noch ein hässliches Monument.

SCOURGE – Uproar! Jackboots are marching again. This digital age has brought digital hate. Is this a dream or is this reality? We spend the better part of last year looking for answers, why the rest of the country was going off the deep end. Like a ship set adrift without any anchors. Distorted narratives wrapped up in easy edible answers. So you think you’re out there to defend your land. Your culture is under duress. Mabuses and henchmen, they are everywhere, half the world seems like it’s possessed. You keep insisting that their misled fears are honest and valid. Yet everyone else can see the die has been cast. Racism only works wholesale directed downwards. Old tactics wholly adopted by the new cowards.

COUNT TO TEN – Even the mirror lies when tested. For those who can’t stand a close hard look, piercing eyes make waves. It must be safe being as pure as this. Holding out for something seems to be the only thing I’m good at (lately). I thought I saw you glancing over, made me draw in some October air. I felt alone and cursed this year. Doesn’t seem to be another way to win. I’ve gotta hold firm to what we believed in. Try to count to ten before you leap into the fray. Episodes that might come back to haunt you someday. No action is without its rewards. Hearts lay fallow, I feel no remorse. But know that these things take time, and tears and blood and a whole lot of guts. So make it last. I’ve gotta ask you what you think there is for us to be, to see, to feel and hear, to live through. Can you tell me? Bite off the hand and give it back. Bite it off. I believe what you believe in.

RERUN – Regale us all about the time, you and mom stole from the five and dime. Tell me, do you miss it sometimes? Stories read like something from a paperback. High octane, adrenaline. Vibrant colors, nothing steeped in gray. The fire’s almost out, let’s piss on the ashes. We’re just trying the same thing
Breaking out not giving in. Hoping that we will not be remembered for nothing. The fire’s almost out, let’s piss on the ashes. We’ve got our life back now. Ready? Let’s go!

MIDNIGHT IN THE DESERT – Most times these days make for tedious nights. Dazed and bored I wait for you to turn out the light. I can’t stand the sadness that comes messing with my head. Might be an illness, have to take my pills instead. I try to find comfort in your presence and the solitary moments of explosive happiness. So yeah, my struggle’s different, less overt
Many nights the wind gets cold being in the desert. Try anything to find a way out of here. The desert is no place to be alone. Try anything to get away.

LEAP OF FAITH – Warning signs stood out and shouted: heed this warning as you enter here. The shadows outside spelled disaster. Yet we don’t want to live in fear. Lights out, round one. Straight right attack. Hold tight, we’ll move mountains. They will feel our impact. Straight forward into the fire. Outward scars don’t hurt no more. I want to feel strong and inspired. Hearts alight and not afraid no more. Lights out, round two. Left hook attack. Hold tight, we’ll move mountains. They will feel our impact. Lights out, round three. Straight uppercut. Hold tight, they will feel our impact.

CAUTERIZE – As the words rained down on the clowns, your toughness offset by the coloring lines. The bodies piled up, the stench benign, you made off with the prize. Soft spoken, yet the bullets hit hard. I’ve got a sinking feeling that this day will come again and again. The dream will burn and return. I’ll take your names and faces, scribble them down my arm. Lay in hiding, soothing hatred, these eyes have seen a million gazes. All you see are enemies. I’m wide awake, my mind is clear. I won’t give this another year. Let the dead of now be the villains of yesteryear. For better or not the question sticking in your mind this time. Pig pen scars soothed with loud guitars, the gray colors these crimes of mine. So ease up on the self-hate kid. Save your strength and keep it warm. Train the heart and hands for now, through strength you’ll make it through somehow. Pedestals loom overhead. Clay feet spies, cauterize.

PLOUGHSHARES – Swords instead of ploughshares. Please sir, can we cut a deal? My masters have abandoned me. I have nothing else to plead. Will work for food and destruction of your precious and unjust status quo.
Time and energy most of us cannot afford, decorum just went overboard. They’ve used up all our karma points, but they’re not the one looking down the barrel of a gun. Those that are worse off count in the millions. Darkness will not be dispelled by just one act of kindness, but us finding common ground for peace between me and you.


** SWIM EP **

It was an unnerving view. No one else could have appreciated it like I do. But then again, few can. As I watched and wondered if I could
relate this to anything seen before. I came up empty. Nothing was quite like it. Maybe I’m to blame, did I come up short?
Did I really fuck up? Or so they tell me.

Hasn’t anyone told you that all of this is just a mirage?

You think these people and you answer to the same external reality? Think again, these stories we make ourselves, not them,
not your parents, not the authorities, just you. And only you. Maybe this’ll fall on deaf ears but it’s all I got. I know it isn’t much, but its mine.

South city street lights
Carried heavy foresights
Venus like glow on the edge of her eyes

Soft spoken words
And eerie quiet
Somewhere in her eyes I saw a riot

She saw nothing but scars and wounds
I tried to show her some uneasy truths

She’s giving me the creeps
She’s giving me the creeps
She’s giving me the creeps
She carries herself fairly well
She’s giving me the creeps

No exit signs
Or escape routes
I couldn’t hide the truth right now

Final call
This one’s for real
You’d better show me how this feels

Sleep easy little one
Have heart and courage
These crosses will one day
Be handed over and buried

Sojourn for a while
When you wake up they’ll all be gone
Only mom will remember
As she’s branded the offender

You’ll carry these crosses
Across the valley alone
You’ll combat dark forces
And squeeze the blood from the secular stone

How can we ever face them
Face our family and neighbors
Forgive us father for she has sinned
She’ll get the rod again

Sleep easy little angle-whore
Your downfall is a blight on us all
It’s not that we didn’t know…
we just didn’t want to know

Come out one last time, just me and you
Take the rough with the smooth
Wrongs will be made right
Songs will be sung
We will come out stronger

Scatter the ashes across the battlefield
Darling I don’t know if you’ve seen the numbers
But I think this one might do us in

This one will burn the bridges, fade out colors
Murky waters almost never birth wonders
But we tried to find the light within

The weapons drawn, the words grown quiet
like a fading symphony the final notes die out
And so we take to the trenches

The blood and guts get spilled and cut
This might be the war to end all wars
We’ll attack and shore up our defenses

With busted knees and rom-com fantasies
She ran me over and my heart exploded
No forgiveness, no remorse. You can’t make
an omelet without breaking some eggs.
The smell of death was our crescendo
Our hatred of each other felt almost tender



Said they saw it coming
Guess foresight never shines
On blackened hearts and eyes

The ballot box been cast
Your voices have been heard
In purgatory no stone is left unturned

Thought about the small changes
All those little things that add up
Intelligence is all but a whispering campaign

But now I see not one but many scream aloud
For country, for family, for posterity
These jokers play for keeps you know

It’s not the strength of man
That wins this fight
Gravity shuts its eyes

This day and age
Makes cynics out of man
Be brave and love

No more days colored black and blue
Unlike you I like to hang out with ghouls
Across the parks and alleyways
Blood and thunder burst into flames

Raise my arms to a summer sky
Today I’ll just do whatever I feel like
Whatever I feel like…

Your eyes. So tired…
These eyes can see
Right through the bullshit revelry

Your histories will never be rewritten
Just rehashed, propped up and pan-handled
These scene’s death throes have been lengthened

Make an offer, any offer, paid with heavy blood stained coffers
Full of malice and boredom
Poison lips wont sink these ships, and keep your eye right on the prize

Its corpse was riddled
With good intentions
Poison from its limbs still lingered in the trenches

Sit and stare…
This patient has been gone for too long

The giants shoulders feel worn, this boat looks worn and torn
The old man hung himself
His coffin read “forlorn”

We all need heroes to look up to
Give me your dreams
I’ll keep them out of harm’s way

Ever forward, no side steps made
Forget all responsibilities
No left or right but straight ahead
Collateral damage be damned

You’s not you, it’s gonna be ok
Leave all your doubts behind
Force is a valuable tool sometimes
Sever the ties that bind

Battering ram! Battering ram!
No half-assed word was spent
Battering ram! Battering ram!
Maybe this time we’ll make a dent!

One more glance over the railing
In the distance I hear sirens wailing
Old folks playing bingo by candlelight
Goddamn Downtown isn’t open tonight

Take a look down at the people below
Wonder why don’t just pack up and go
Wonder what they actually hope to find
In this place of pearls for swine

Guy next door is erasing his pain
Making love to the drug that the doctor gave him
The only constant that he has in life
Is the cadence of the train that runs through his backyard

A final word of power from your tower, oh Eisenhower
Your children will be screaming tonight
In the shadows of your tombstones inane
Bad places drive good people insane

Sittard streets full of filth and mischief
Fluorescent lights light darker sickness
Could there be any way out for them?
Do we care about the sick and addicted?

Smoke clears and shows covered scars in your eyes
Neighbourhoods gone to hell and you try
To keep the demons out alone at night
And rest your head knowing that you tried

Finally getting our new patch of grass
Instead of this forsaken wasteland
Junkie’s waiting for his dealer to call
Will this dying city ever find salvation at all?

Molotov desires singed into dreams of yesteryear
We can’t seem to find a purpose here
Pacifism shapes up to be the enemy you feared
You insist on coloring outside the lines

She begins anew, and burns a flag
The status quo is just her punching bag
Teeth clenched, rocks thrown, fists in the air
Rebellion is on sale this time of year

You hate the shopping malls and your friends who all shop there
I hear they’re selling CRASS t-shirts at the H&M
Your posters and your bands scream the truth that you believe
While anarchists scream loud, my head is in the clouds

Your revolution will be mine in time
Your revolution will be mine…
The uprising will be stylised
The revolution will not be TELEVISED!

As the words rained down on the clowns
Your toughness offset by the coloring lines
The bodies piled up, the stench benign
You made off with the prize

Soft spoken, yet the bullets hit hard
I’ve got a sinking feeling that
This day will come again and again
The dream will burn and return

I’ll take your names and faces
Scribble them down my arm
Lay in hiding, soothing hatred
These eyes have seen a million gazes

All you see are enemies…
I’m wide awake…
My mind is clear…
I won’t give this another year

Let the dead of now
be the villains of yesteryear

For better or not the question
Sticking in your mind this time
Pig pen scars soothed with loud guitars
The gray colors these crimes of mine

So ease up on the self hate kid
Save your strength and keep it warm
Train the heart and hands for now
Through strength you’ll make it through somehow

Loom overhead
Clay feet spies……cauterize

My social network hit the ground at about 200 friends
Stick a knife into my throat and make this madness end
Farmville invites, quotes from hip-hop, I’m gonna come unglued
If another one of them starts posting pictures of his food

Mikey’s watching Knightrider alone on Friday night
Brandon’s eating grapes and has a problem with his wife
Jack posts that his fish just died, Mandy’s getting pissed
For Jack’s online demeanor doesn’t match how much she misses him

200 stories of romance and glory
200 retards is all that I see
200 blog posts, e-vites to punkshows
It’s all just the special Olympics to me

Peter lately thought he had a problem with his life
Messianic holy men, they told him so on-line
After days of wandering the digital wasteland
The world of shit, he stepped in it. Delete, delete, delete

A myriad of networks linking all my closest friends
Haven’t seen the sun outside for 20 days on end
Twitter trolling, Gamergate and hate mail’s all I need
I scheme, I type, I shout, I yell, I post, I live and bleed

200 stories of romance and glory
200 retards is all that I see
200 blog posts, e-vites to punkshows
The 201st retard is me

It was a restless conversation
Turned my head as she turned out the lights
Felt like going out for some destruction
A little voice inside kept me from it that night

It could have all gone down so different
Small events do shift the sands of time
If we ever reach for summer
Maybe they’ll not walk on by

But hey, there’s a drug for everything
A scented sweetness kills the mind (and kills some time)
Dot, dot, something, something, dark side

You’re a rock and I’m made of glass
The wounds are taped over with bandages
See the blood drip down the cracks
And form ever darker pools at our feet

Autumn breeze and dirty streets
Welcome this pair of  trembling hands
Once more into the breach
Shake it off now, a storm is coming