You walked into my life
Just like that
Without fear
And gracefully you
Put up a tent in
My soul
You camped
As long as you needed
For me to
see
What had been
invisible for so long
For me to
hear my desire
Call your name
You walked into my life
Just like that
Without fear
And gracefully you
Put up a tent in
My soul
You camped
As long as you needed
For me to
see
What had been
invisible for so long
For me to
hear my desire
Call your name
It’s good to be two
It’s the beginning of a forest
Long ago
Like a ship
Drifting
Further and further
away
From the mainland
The end of the line
No way to shine
Melancholic moments
Of sunsets and flowers
I’m kissing pessimism
Orbiting insanity
At the edge of order and chaos
A whole new mind
Echo of pain
The walls of my head
Are closing in on me
It’s too small in here
I’ve seen it all
Went around many times
Where’s the exit?
Somewhere a war is raging
drunk chattering monkeys
Chasing each other
Running
without
Direction
Heading for
Disaster
Where do I hide
If it’s my mind
I’m running from?
I need to do a big clean up
Vive la revolution!
All up for sale!
Unreal dreams
Rusty ideals
Self criticism
Principles
Judgements
megalomanic ideas
All up for sale!
Two for the price of one
All has to go!
Open the windows
Fresh air!
Let the wind in
Let the wind bring
Change
When words are just words
What are thoughts made of?
Doubt shame despair
Crawling out of the shade
feed hate
And arm the hateful
We sold our power
To clean love
Wanna pimp your soul?
We remember
The precious duty
Of a smile
Mama tell me
Why is there rain falling here
And not there?
Wanna tell me again the story
Of that stranger
We used to see
Walking over the water?
Another time
Thunderstruck
Power of love
Another time
The time of the vikings is gone
Where do we go from now?
We all got
An history overload
Monsters
And kings
Beauty and myth
Right and wrong
We’re Ancient species
We’ve got the genes
Not up for the task
Of modern myth
Why has all become
Complicated
Where are the good old days
Of black and white
The good and the bad guys
Who wants to deal
With all those contradictions
Embrace greyness
And something in between
Beauty is relative
Really
So is power
And happiness
But Jesus
Don’t leave us
As far as I can see
There’s no way to be
A perfect soul
Have faith without god
No small mission
Can you wish someone to get extinct?
At the edge of chaos and order
There is love
The steady beat is killing me
Artificial heartbeat
Reproduces yet another lie
Of lonesome perfection
Everlasting joy
I’m still missing chaos
My dreams left me
This morning
Light comes in easily
Like nothing happened
Birds immerse themselves in the sky
A feeling I want to have
Belonging to movement
This day smells like
Hope
Somewhere out there
Is love
Give up
The illusion of perfection
Honestly
We’re all just barely
holding it together
There’s something brilliant about
Being a loser
Gloriously at the bottom
The only way to go
Is up
What’s worse than a miserable life, a painful one?
No life at all
I fear to pass life in a half sleep
how do I wake up
or worse
I wake up
and I find myself among the sleepers
Lobotomized
perfectly braindead
too healthy to live
a fear to age
to die
phrenetic body obsession
in literate degradation
alieniated hyperconnection
I know you
we met in Thailand?
please honey,
don’t talk to strangers
what are you looking at me
want something?
Inch’allah. If God wants it. Isn’t this a beautiful thing. Not that I believe in God more than in my mother, myself or the Späti man. We see each other tomorrow! Inch’allah, he answers. That is not passive. It’s not that you won’t try to be there. You will do all you can to get there where you want to be. But, you never know.
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“The most demanding part of living a lifetime as an artist, is the strict discipline of forcing oneself to work steadfastly along the nerve of one’s own most intimate sensitivity”.
Anne Truitt.
Life is not a race
nor it is a competition
Life is not a prove to yourself
or a battle for outside recognition
It is a game
of love
And it starts with a soft energy inside
Why are you always so different
Can’t you be happy the same
let us all behave normal
please
‘cuse you scare the kids around
let the kids rock it
let them be cool
let them believe there’s something
to go for to be cool for
to skip school for
I don’t’ know man
starting something with my life
In the job description
it wasn’t written
I had to believe in something
We can pretend for a while
Let’s imagine Lennon
I mean
as in pure imaginational
you wanna be the same
as Lennon
he was different
Art is a lot about letting go of this auto censorship. To get into a flow, a flow of stupidity. I mean, to connect to this child in yourself that plays around. Many times I was doing something I felt wasn't serious at all, just myself having fun, the stuff that came out was actually pretty great. To me, it's when the magic happens. When I stop thinking about 'Art' and 'Life' and struggle with 'Meaning' or worse 'Innovation'..... But I just do. Simply do. A lot. Some of it, I would like to share, some of it never at all. But who cares? It is in this chaos and overload that things get discovered.
Oh your sweet mind is such a powerful tool
one day it could kill you
but put your mind together
and don’t you worry baby
today you are
an unpromising beginning
but that’s all it is
the beginning
of the life you could live
if only you start
now
the best moment is twenty years ago
we know
the second best
is now
don’t’ get lost in reality
it ain’t what you see
nothing is what you think it is
what you think you see
you see what you want
you see what you know
but baby don’t you see
you don’t’ know a shit
don’t get lost in reality
it’s a boring place
do it now live it now
it’s a dream and tomorrow
we’ll sit and dance in
your reality
Wait give me a little polar bear
I will take care of the planet
you know
I take my daily soy latte
and vegan burger with mushrooms
and I go everywhere by bike
and on the net I buy
only local organic veggies
hysterically they pushed
the healthy food cult
down his throat
he could no longer even chew
a shot of lemon grass
a little sip of MDMA coke
and it was allright
Oh sweet honey baby
life is just a miserable shit
close your eyes for a moment
and forget about it
all just ego trippers
money money money
what’s so funny
can you save your soul with it
oh baby sweet
how can you lie to me
you promise me the world
but it ain’t worth it
cause if it’s filled with misery
I feel guilty
waking up every morning
I aint’ done no wrong
but I do feel guilty
So walking around feeling miserable
what a passive shit
is not much of a revolution at all
feeling guilty
a nice Christian pleasure
but it aint’ changing a bit
happy is a family
She’s tripping
the sound ain’t no destination
shaping her desires
what’s the ecstasy
if you cant’ feel the moment
the power of the hour
the hour
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