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Club shut down at four I came home with the floor Two hours of sleep Maybe less The party is over But the booze in me Is still negotiating Yeah It feels like dying Six thirty AM Birds with tiny knives Pyjamas on Barely alive Lukewarm beer bottle Left on the counter Mathematics says I have done this to myself At twenty it’s fun At thirty it’s science Residual booze In silent defiance Oh, I feel like dying Let me go Molecular surrender Moving slow Oh, I feel like dying Let me go The world keeps spinning But my answer is no My brain is shrinking Like cheap wool in heat My liver waves flags Then admits defeat Synapses screaming: „Please stop the noise“ My lungs are a coal yard For last night’s bad choices At twenty it’s fun At thirty it’s science Residual booze In silent defiance Oh, I feel like dying Let me go Molecular surrender Moving slow Oh, I feel like dying Let me go The world keeps spinning But my answer is no Sitting down carefully Motion denied Every little movement Pre-approved inside Climate change? Politics? Dishwasher dead? I respect all problems From far inside my head No coffee from the store No mercy anymore Just tap water grace On a ruined face No shoes No keys No heroic day Just let me decay In my own way Oh, I am staying Staying in bed Pyjamas are winning I am not dead Oh, I am staying Staying in bed The world can wait For the fog in my head Tomorrow is another day Or what’s left of it anyway — There’s a beautiful booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/3v6kzz9z

Look at him On my chair Who’s the boss? Not me Third floor flat, no yard, no grass Found him on the street, now he wants the cash Psychopath stare, feathers on the floor He wears the crown, yeah, he’s the boss Wants his Bio-Crackers, directly from my hand Absolute dictator in my wonderland He clicks the remote He bites my ankles Chicken TV on repeat, a monster on my couch Ready for the clash? One. Two. Three. Go! Bow down to the Chicken King! Heavy rock in my living room Feather drama, big boom, we don't stop! Yeah, he’s psycho, yeah, he’s mean Funky rebel on the screen Drop the bass, make it ring Chicken King! Time for a trap, flip the game tonight Fake remote on the table, hidden out of sight No more metal playlists, no more heavy rock Switching up the vibe, ticking of the clock Bring the secret weapon, premium design André Rieu online! Big mirror in the hall, who's that bird? Staring at his own face, totally absurd Is it a rival? Is it a ghost? Lost his street cred, who’s the host? Gotcha! Bow down to the Chicken King! Heavy rock in my living room Feather drama, big boom, we don't stop! Yeah, he’s psycho, yeah, he’s mean Funky rebel on the screen Drop the bass, make it ring Chicken King! Bye-bye, King Lose the crown André Rieu is running this town — There’s a funny and very beautiful booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/4wmu44a2

Stuck at a light Tuesday morning, grey and bright In my rearview mirror, what a scene Waiting for the light to turn to green An old Renault 4, rusted and small But the passengers inside... they have it all A tiny old lady, driving the wheel With a fuzzy black hat that looks unreal Right beside her, a giant of a hound The biggest black poodle to ever be found She’s wearing the hat, he’s wearing the curls The strangest duplex in the whole wide world The double poodle, the double poodle crew One is talking, one doesn’t have a clue She talks and talks, he licks the glass She talks and talks, they let it pass The double poodle, just watching them go The coolest little midnight-jazz-radio-show She’s waving her hands, she’s losing her mind Discussing the universe, leaving reality behind Maybe it's politics, maybe it's fate Or why the price of butter is getting too great She is exploding, a wild verbal spark In that tiny French car, leaving her mark The double poodle, the double poodle crew One is talking, one doesn’t have a clue She talks and talks, he licks the glass She talks and talks, they let it pass The double poodle, just watching them go The coolest little midnight-jazz-radio-show And the dog? Oh, the dog is pure Zen He doesn’t care where, he doesn’t care when He stares out the window, so calm and so deep While she’s in a frenzy, he’s almost asleep He’s cleaning the window From the inside out Yeah, that’s what a poodle Is talking about The double poodle, the double poodle crew The light turned green, but I stayed there too She talked and talked, he licked the glass An SUV honked, so I had to pass But I learned a lesson from that big black hound When the world gets too loud Just lick the window from the inside And clear up your mind — There’s a graphic novel to this song: https://tinyurl.com/ysa3tbye

Cold stone wall Under my hands Thorns in the dark Where the roses stand I felt the freeze I felt the drain You took the light Left only pain In your golden box My ember glows The hollow shell It grows and grows I am not your trophy Not anymore Give me back my heart You don't deserve my love Give me back my heart I’ve had enough You’re a sweet mirage A beautiful lie Give me back my heart Or watch your world die Your magic fades Your illusion cracks I tracked your steps There's no turning back You feed on tears You steal the sparks A heart of fire Burns down your dark Look at my face Look at my eyes I am the end Of all your lies Give me back my heart You don't deserve my love Give me back my heart I’ve had enough You’re a sweet mirage A beautiful lie Give me back my heart Or watch your world die You thought I’d wither You thought I’d die But the empty space Just learned how to fight Give it back Give it back! I take back my heart You'll never taste my love I take back my heart I’ve had enough The shattered mirage The end of the lie I’ve got back my heart Now watch your kingdom die! Glowing in my hand Warm again

Bone hill Red sky No cry Deep lie Claw the stone All alone Fever spark In the dark Time breaks Mind shakes White teeth Underneath Heavy head Nearly dead Crawl the floor No door Burn, burn, the edge Heavy, heavy wedge Turn, turn, the wheel Cold, cold, the steel Burn the edge! Scream loud Black cloud Twisted face In this place Blood runs wet Bitter net Lost the track Falling back Burn, burn, the edge Heavy, heavy wedge Turn, turn, the wheel Cold, cold, the steel Burn the edge! Open up Drink the cup Open up Wake up Open up! Drink the cup! Open up! Wake up! Light, light, the page Break, break, the cage Soft, soft, the breath Light, light, the page Life, not death! Cool wind Fresh skin The fever ends Morning ascends Pure space Safe place Awake

Stone Black Cold The story Is told Rooftops fall down Silence In town Mood like a flame! No one to blame! Hope turns gray! Washed away! Blue mist, rise! Open eyes! Blue mist, rise under skies! Nothing stays in the haze! Blue mist, rise! Blue mist, rise! Pages of prayer Ash in the air A tear on the bone Left Alone Blue mist, rise! Open eyes! Blue mist, rise under skies! Nothing stays in the haze! Blue mist, rise! Blue mist, rise! But the root The thorn A rose is born Moonstone weeps Serenity sleeps! It mends! It ends! It mends! It ends! Blue mist, rise! Open eyes! Blue mist, rise under skies! Nothing stays in the haze! Blue mist, rise! Blue mist, rise! Cold stone Not Alone

The space is wide The angel watches The cord is cut The room is cold Doors are shut The story told Long ago A silent grim Upon the skin We fade out We fade in No words left No breath Just the ghost Of what we lost Break the dream Let it go. Break the dream In the snow An angel stands Between our hands Just shadows now Break the dream A bitter taste A hollow stone Lose your face We walk alone So alone The winter's blind But heals the mind Leave the past Far behind Break the dream Let it go Break the dream In the snow An angel stands Between our hands Just shadows now Break the dream Is there a second dawn? Now that the first is gone Is there a way? The winter breaks the wood We did what we could But the roots... they stay They stay in the clay Break the dream Let it go Break the dream In the snow An angel stands Between our hands A second bliss... begins like this Break the dream We are separate We are wide Into the dark — The booklet to this song is here – free to download: https://tinyurl.com/44ma7s5s

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Cold afternoon She sits alone Café is full She's like a stone Blonde hair falls down Winter light gleams Leather jacket tight Lost in her dreams Croissant untouched Coffee turned gray Waiting for hours Fading away Touching her hair Holding a thought Melancholy vibe What has she caught? Rhythm of the street Moving feet Coffee on the lease No more peace Waiting on the line All the time Yeah, it's just a sign Is it romance? Or just a text? A ghost from the past? What happens next? The city is blurred A stage for her grief Staring right through No sign of relief Rhythm of the street Moving feet Coffee on the lease No more peace Waiting on the line All the time Yeah, it's just a sign She moves her hand Brings out the phone The spell is gone She's not alone "Hello? Telekom? I've been out here an hour My coffee is freezing My pastry is sour Where is my modem? Your service is slow Fix up my line, man I just need to go." She cuts the call Takes a huge bite The romantic view Disappears from sight The space in between Where deep thoughts belong? Just a hold music loop And a Telekom song Rhythm of the street Bitter sweet No more poetic peace Just a lease Waiting on the line Telekom time Yeah, the coffee's cold Story's told -- Booklet to the story behind this song: https://tinyurl.com/25zut2rv

The sun is clear But deep inside A heavy tide Of sudden fear The net is cast A twilight falls The abyss calls Too vast Too vast Oh, heavy weight The angel waits The path of late And unshaped fate We learn to fall We fade away Into the gray The silent all Oh, darker weight The angel stays In blind delays Of unmade fate We learn to bow We pass the line Into the sign Of here and now -- Enjoy the graphic novel to this song: https://tinyurl.com/4av7ppx7

We bring strings We bring rakes Cut the curves Name the shapes Fence the lawn Map the ground Make it straight Pin it down But the dark Has its say Under roots Under clay Wild things know Wild things know Roots run deep Where we don’t go Dead wood sings Dark seeds rise Life comes back In disguise Wild things know Wild things know Fallen trunk Silver moss No one wins No one’s lost Beetles work Fungus threads Green begins With the dead Who cleans up What we break? Who gives back What we take? Wild things know Wild things know Roots run deep Where we don’t go Dead wood sings Dark seeds rise Life comes back In disguise Wild things know Wild things know Moss is bread Wood is wine Every wound Feeds the vine Branch to soil Soil to wing No crowned lord Owns the spring Geese in the blue Line after line No cage No sign Wing after wing Air after air No one commands The choir up there Drop the string Drop the rake Watch the wild Path they make Break the square Leave the row Open the gate Wild things know Wild things know Wild things know Roots run deep Where we don’t go Dead wood sings Dark seeds rise Life comes back In disguise Step aside Watch it flow Say nothing Wild things know Wild things know Wild things know No king No cage No square No claim Wild things know No map No name No hand No chain Wild things know Wild things know Wild things know — There's a beautiful booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/y8fhbx96

This is an experiment. This song is a version of my rather dystopian-sounding track "Live Is A Breath," which I created during the darkest days of winter. Now summer is beginning, and this new version of the song can swing and be fun, too. -- Small spark Big flame No time For shame The bloom The fall The gift Of all Life is a breath Shining and fast Love has no death Nothing is past Brief is the light Infinite flight Ooh The spark becomes the sun The journey's just begun Life is a breath Shining and fast Love has no death Nothing is past Brief is the light Infinite flight

Five AM Cold wind River bank Silver skin Willow arms Thin and air Air and longing Standing there White lights Runway glare Narrow ribs No space to spare Don’t grow Don’t eat Wooden boards Beneath your feet White lights sting Frenzy crowds cheer Trading their space For a beautiful fear A bitter pill to swallow And they worship what is hollow Worshipping ghosts Frenetic cries Wild earth fades In frozen eyes Never full Never real Heavy mud They cannot feel White lights Runway glare Narrow ribs No space to spare Don’t grow Don’t eat Wooden boards Beneath your feet White lights sting Frenzy crowds cheer Trading their space For a beautiful fear A bitter pill to swallow And they worship what is hollow Deep inside Under the skin Unbroken life Ready to win Break the circle Leave the praise Taste the wild berry End the daze White lights sting Frenzy crowds cheer Trading their space For a beautiful fear A bitter pill to swallow And they worship what is hollow Seven AM Heavy bread Blackberry jam Alive instead — There's a beautiful booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/y37dd3rh

Breathe in Burn out White heat Black dust Not my hands Not my blood Iron cage Iron law I keep moving I won’t fall The wheel turns The floor shakes My heart bends But it won’t break Hold on Don’t give in Through the fire Through the din Hold on Don’t give in Beat the steel Beat the skin Hold on Hold on Don’t give in Too tired Too awake Every breath Starts to ache Silent eyes Watch me bleed Am I human? Am I machine? The wheel turns The floor shakes My heart bends But it won’t break Hold on Don’t give in Through the fire Through the din Hold on Don’t give in Beat the steel Beat the skin Hold on Hold on Don’t give in Burning down Still within The machine takes my breath But not my name The machine takes my strength But not my flame I am more Than the weight More than work More than fate Open sky Far away I will leave Not today Hold on Don’t give in Through the fire Through the din Hold on Don’t give in Beat the steel Beat the skin Hold on Hold on Don’t give in No pain Just wind No cage Within Hold on -- Graphic novel to this song, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/yj6hw866

You are not alone Monday morning... staring at the ink Two items on the list, no time to think Ignore the trash, but the world is getting heavy Vibrations in the floor, but I am not ready Deep inside, a quiet kind of doubt A private monologue I never shout Walking down the block, keeping it polite Dressed up normally, hiding from the light At the counter, looking at the news Everyone's talking, but we're bound to lose Mr. Thompson turns around, sighs real deep Whispers like a secret that we're meant to keep You spend years sleepwalking through this haze Driving against traffic in a static daze But the majority is shifting in the dark We are the fuel, we are the spark You are not alone Can you hear it? You are not alone The voluminous research is hidden on the shelf While the talk-shows argue with themselves In the modern cafés, the coffee tastes cold We are buying every story that we're being told Social demotion if you slip outside the lines Reading between the political signs Like a washing machine on a spin cycle beat A faint little rattle underneath your feet You ignore the warning, you look the other way Till the plumbing explodes on a rainy day In the stairwell, meeting eyes No more room for the polite disguise Two more neighbors on the concrete floor Don't want to carry this silence anymore Break the lock, open up the gate The perceived majority is running late You spend years sleepwalking through this haze Driving against traffic in a static daze But the majority is shifting in the dark We are the fuel, we are the spark You are not alone You are not alone We stood in the hallway, the air became clear The majority paradox disappeared The wilderness is crowded when you lift your head We are counting the living, not the dead The silence is broken, the truth is in the room The spin cycle's over We survived the doom Sometimes You just face the truth You are not alone You are not alone — There’s a free booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/2jrncted

Doctor said to leave the city Leave the city! Find a forest, quiet and pretty Found a pond where white clouds gleam Sat right down on a damp log beam Lit a smoke to catch the breeze Ready for some blissful peace Count the hours by your pulse, she said Brilliant thought inside my head Finger on my neck to track the date One, two, three, then ninety-eight Counting numbers, losing track Nature fades into the black Lost the thread! Tick-tock, heartbeat clock Universe is starting to rock Try to relax, watch it race Time is flying out of place Out of place! Tick-tock, heartbeat clock Did the math, seventy a minute Too much calculation in it Four thousand two hundred beats an hour Panic starts to take the power Heart is racing like a toy Killing all my pastoral joy Half a day gone in a flash Total relaxation crash! Time flies! Tick-tock, heartbeat clock Universe is starting to rock Try to relax, watch it race Time is flying out of place Out of place! Tick-tock, heartbeat clock And then... the neighbor arrived Asynchronous knocking from a tree A woodpecker staring down at me Sounds just like a blunt hammer drill At five AM, against my will Neurotic bird with heavy stress Putting up a kitchen chest Goodbye forest, back to town Where the wristwatches don't break down Met a fox and gave a nod The city crowd is not so odd Not so odd! Loud and smoky, clear and plain Pragmatic chaos wins again Way more manageable there — The booklet is free to download: https://tinyurl.com/bdfe9c4m

Pavement under feet Lost inside the street Drag the heavy coat Tied around the throat Look into the glass Watch the shadows pass Seconds judge your soul Playing out the role Who are you today? Just a shadow in the grey What's the price you pay? Giving all myself away Walking blind, walking blind Leaving all the depth behind Smile and nod, fake the mind Leaving all the depth behind Caught inside the neon light Strangers fading in the night Buy the perfect green Keep the image clean But inside my head Want my messy bed Running for the train Driving us insane Never catch a breath Bored to death Hand shakes tired hand Following the band Hiding all the truth In this crowded booth Wait for the sound Walking blind, walking blind Leaving all the depth behind Smile and nod, fake the mind Leaving all the depth behind Caught inside the neon light Strangers fading in the night So lonely in the crowd The silence is too loud Forgot how to hear The spirit in the mirror Actor in a play Fading in the grey But I turn the key, turn the key Lock the door and set me free Drop the mask, drop the mind Leave the heavy dress behind Sweatpants on, feeling right Just me and the couch tonight Yeah, no more drama, no more fight Just me and the couch tonight Home At last — There’s a booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/343c9wmu

Cybertruck – Cybertruck Double lane – Parked in vain! Central Frankfurt Sky is gray Dr. Z. – Cyber-knee. Soldering iron Empire's desire To-do list? Check! Success? Started! Twenty minutes Departed! Wait till Thursday I’ll be the queen Wait till Thursday Keep it lean No more meetings No more noon Just my nanobots In a silver spoon Nanobots Micro-friends! In the Wi-Fi No one mends! Netflix passwords That's the goal Click the traffic light Bless my soul Are you a robot? Yes, I am Wait till Thursday I’ll be the queen Wait till Thursday Keep it lean No more meetings No more noon Just my nanobots In a silver spoon The ends justify The means! But who’s cleaning The beans? If I rule the sphere I’m the one who’s here Doing all the dishes Humanity’s wishes Too much work I’m a total jerk Forget about Thursday I’m hitting the pub Forget about Thursday Join the club Wednesday is poker I’ve got the ace The collapse of the world Can wait in its space — There is a booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/2dv7fxj6

This song is a satirical progressive rock odyssey that deconstructs German folklore through the lens of modern apathy and domestic realism. Enjoy! Sofa’s feeling good Check the list today Clean the glass, fix the shelf World revolution... okay But breathing is a chore Staying awake is a fight Then I read about this girl Living on a height Up on the rock High above the stream She’s got a job to do Or so it would seem Lorelei, Lorelei Comb and sing Lorelei, Lorelei Do your thing The sailors stare They gape! The boats go smash Oh no! Multi-tasking lady Watch the water splash Golden hair is long Golden comb is soft That’s a logistical mess Keeping that hair aloft She’s got a tennis arm Before the second verse Trying to groom and tune Making things much worse It’s like a store opening People stop and stare Forget to steer the wheel Because of shiny hair Lorelei, Lorelei Comb and sing Lorelei, Lorelei Do your thing The sailors stare They gape! The boats go smash Oh no! Multi-tasking lady Watch the water splash Revenge is a hobby Her boyfriend left for war She jumped into the Rhine Now she’s settling the score She’s got a bladder infection Cold stone! Singing all day long Girl, get a smartphone You’re doing it all wrong Streaming Gilmore Girls Rory! Hair wash once a week Maybe two! That would be Zen That’s the life you seek The boats go smash Multi-tasking lady Watch the water splash Lorelei, Lorelei Stay on the cliff I’ll stay on my couch Safe from any "if" No boats in my tea No rocks in my cup Multi-tasking kills I’m not getting up Never! Just gonna... nap now The world can wait The revolution too — There’s a booklet to this song: https://tinyurl.com/2tjpvkkx

I just wanted to cut the blackberries But the internet The internet Is a wellness hotel Friday noon, MacBook glow Lost inside the endless flow Searching for a simple tree Found a quote looking back at me Written in a lavender dream Things are never what they seem Who said it? Must be the mustache man! Who wrote it? We don't give a damn! Staring down the abyss tonight Look away, look away! But the abyss is full of light It’s Friedrich! It’s Nietzsche! Source amnesia in my brain Share it! Again and again! Yeah, the abyss is looking back at me And it needs a vacuum... desperately Scroll down to a rainy wood Poor old Jung is misunderstood He talks about the dark and light Therapy! But the rockstar wins the fight Prestige! Einstein talking 'bout the fools Making up the digital rules It doesn't matter what is true Just make it catchy, make it new Who said it? Must be the mustache man! Who wrote it? We don't give a damn! Staring down the abyss tonight Look away, look away! But the abyss is full of light It’s Friedrich! It’s Nietzsche! Source amnesia in my brain Share it! Again and again! Yeah, the abyss is looking back at me And it needs a vacuum... desperately Two things are infinite The universe, and human stupidity I'm not sure about the universe But I'm sure about this room Staring down the abyss tonight Look away, look away! But the abyss is full of light It’s Friedrich! It’s Nietzsche! Source amnesia in my brain Share it! Again and again! Yeah, the abyss is looking back at me And it needs a vacuum... desperately Close the lid Don't cut the brambles Just vacuum the floor Friedrich Vacuum the floor -- The booklet to this song is here: https://tinyurl.com/cdmt6pvp

Gold light fades Warm wind skin Breath slows down Peace within Sky burns red Shadows dance Heart and world One last glance Just to be Just to be Eye candy in the twilight glow Wild and free Just to be Simply to be Day sinks low Night takes hold Love breathes out Dark and gold Sun kiss land Daylight’s end Sweetest eye candy My oldest friend Just to be Just to be Eye candy in the quiet Wild and free Just to be Simply to be Breath slows down Just to be Now we see One we be In this moment We are free It is enough Just to be Simply to be

December 31st The Bible Belt is glowing like a tax-deductible nativity scene I did the work. I played the part I petted the dogs Served the soup Lowered the temperature in every room And now they trust me again That’s the miracle End of year Check the glass Made it through Let it pass Smoothed the edges Learned the tone Built a better public bone They say “healed,” They say “changed.” Everything’s been rearranged I say nothing I look right That’s the trick of winter light Believable, believable – she’s a pro Believable, believable – watch her go I’m not better, no, no! Just more credible, go, go! The core is ice The core is still I’ve got the shape I’ve got the skill Believable! The cold core! Hard blue mirror, sober room Holiday lights, selective gloom I used to drain, now I regulate A social climate control by state Not a vampire anymore, how nice Just a cleaner architecture of ice Everyone loves the steadier girl Best improvement in the world Believable, believable – she’s a pro Believable, believable – watch her go I’m not better, no, no! Just more credible, go, go! The core is ice The core is still I’ve got the shape I’ve got the skill Believable! The cold core! Did I heal? Not a bit! Did I learn? Enough to fit! Did I change? In public form! Do I keep the whole room warm? No, I just know where to stand How to cool the air by hand That’s maturity, I guess A useful kind of emptiness Believable, believable – final state! Believable, believable – running late! The better version’s the colder one Polished enough to pass for done Everyone trusts the girl I became I trust the method Not the name Believable! The price was paid! Happy New Year Don’t come too close I’m not redeemed I’m just calibrated The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

September brings memory back to campus Cars, boxes, parents, sunlight, damage I thought Noah had turned into weather Then I saw his sister Turns out the dead keep facts behind them Fresh term light Cutting clean! Move-in noise Too bright a scene! Then there she is with a stack of files His eyes, just altered by a couple miles Lena standing where the day should be No ghost now Just biology Noah’s face in a family line Dragging his reality into mine Noah’s Shadow, not a dream Noah’s Shadow, harder than it seems He’s not a mood, no, no He’s not a stain, go, go He had a name He had a door He had a sister He was more Noah’s Shadow The fact of him Old messages Cold blue light Late replies Every night “I don’t want to stress you.” “Take your time.” He kept making pain sound polite “I wish you wouldn’t only look at me When I’m halfway gone and trying to leave.” There it was in a sentence plain: I liked the orbit, not the man Noah’s Shadow, not a dream Noah’s Shadow, harder than it seems He’s not a mood, no, no He’s not a stain, go, go He had a name He had a door He had a sister He was more Noah’s Shadow The fact of him Did you love him? No. Did you fake it? Mostly so Did he know? Not enough Was he weak? No, just tough In the wrong direction Wrong for me He stayed human I stayed scenery He wasn’t a mirror That’s the cut He was a person I just wasn’t up to it Noah’s Shadow, on the wall Noah’s Shadow, past it all I didn’t lose him I never had The kind of heart He thought I had He was the fact I wouldn’t read The one real thing I turned to need No more mirrors Just the fact He’s not a ghost anymore He’s somebody’s brother And I knew him less than that The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

March Winter isn’t leaving It’s sulking Everyone’s wearing open jackets Optimism is a weather strategy I’m fasting now Not from sugar From technique No more hints Cut the thread No more sparks Starve the red No soft trap in a sideways glance No fake mercy, no second chance Lipstick down in the bathroom drawer Let the face go out to war Pale mouth, unsponsored skin No bright exit for the sin Fasting of the mask Stripping down the task No more bait No soft focus No fate Fasting of the mask Feel the social draft The hunger stays The shine is gone Same old nerve Just less put on Ethan asks, “You doing fine?” Bad choice! Truth comes out in a borrowed voice “Not that well, but I get through.” Sounds like something strangers do Mia drops her cards nearby I stay still and let them lie Not from malice More like proof Can I act without a roof? Fasting of the mask Stripping down the task No more bait No soft focus No fate Fasting of the mask Feel the social draft The hunger stays The shine is gone Same old nerve Just less put on Metal taste? Blood in mouth! Better girl? Headed south! Father says: “You have to show You mean it now.” I don’t know Church dream Borrowed voices spill I open up and they speak my skill Fasting of the mask A sacramental task No more gloss Still the same cross I’m not good I’m underfed A naked mouth where signal bled A holy version of my sin Less decoration Same within Abstinence isn’t grace It’s just a face Without its lighting Mask – Fast – Mask The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

August is a hot administrative error The campus is empty The walls are sweating No audience, no friction, no applause Just me, and every reflective surface in the state of Georgia Empty halls – no delay! Empty air – no one stays! Heat hangs down like a woollen sheet Even my shadow looks incomplete No reaction, no supply No soft echo coming back to life I made myself for the watching eye Now the eye is mine House of Mirrors – slide inside! House of Mirrors – nowhere to hide! Active emptiness – sharp and bare! Too much face and nothing there Reflection! Reflection! System! System! Every angle says: You’re still in it Shopfront glare, three of me Side by side! Screen-black glass, fifth degree Multiply! Which one’s tired? Which one’s staged? Which one learned to look this way? Mia’s writing on the curated self I could teach that course from memory, from the shelf I like the rhythm, sentence to reply That’s the part that terrifies House of Mirrors – slide inside! House of Mirrors – nowhere to hide! Active emptiness – sharp and bare! Too much face and nothing there Reflection! Reflection! System! System! Every angle says: You’re still in it Am I a person? A little late! Am I a system? In a polished state! Do I feel empty? In a busy way! Do I look better? That’s what they say! Silence sits where the crowd should be So I rehearse them inside of me House of Mirrors Watch me split! House of Mirrors Bit by bit! No grand centre No secret core Just better habits, and something sore Reflection! Reflection! Nothing fixed! Nothing fixed! It’s a house of mirrors And I live in it I see you I just don’t know which one The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

January In the Bible Belt The snow is gray from too many feet And here comes Harper Looking like a fresh start in a dead-end month But Noah? Noah’s gone He took the permanent exit Because she didn't love him back Talk about an impolite way To end a relationship Bob hair, perfectly cut Gravity’s out! White shirt, skin-tight and strut Walking about! January heat in a sleeveless vest She’s a high-voltage flare In a dark-room test Bright red lips A calculated stain Camouflage for the winter rain One-way love One-way street Noah’s heart! One-way love Bitter-sweet The lethal part! She’s a White Angel White Angel Cold and red White Angel White Angel Now he’s dead Yeah, it’s all just a show White Angel Let it go! Seminar door, push it wide Air leaks out! Conversation dies inside Without a doubt! Professor looks through her Like a window pane. "Check your seat, Harper Check your name" He loved her deep She kept it private He built a fire He didn't survive it One-way love One-way street Noah’s heart! One-way love Bitter-sweet The lethal part! She’s a White Angel White Angel Cold and red White Angel White Angel Now he’s dead Yeah, it’s all just a show White Angel Let it go! Did she love him? Never! Did she need him? Hardly ever! He offered a soul She checked the price Now she’s walking On very thin ice Vampire! They whisper in the hall Vampire! She watched him fall One-way love One-way street Noah’s heart! One-way love Bitter-sweet The lethal part! White Vampire White Vampire Look at the lips! White Vampire White Vampire Watch as she slips! The red isn’t passion It’s just a facade A blonde-haired girl Playing a little god Just a name on the list Just a ghost in the mist Who’s that girl? Camouflage Is it her? Camouflage The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

May Fresh grass, open books, fake sunlight wisdom The whole campus is lying on lawns like photosynthesis might save them I’m trying something smaller Not charm Permission Fresh-cut green and lazy bikes Breathe it in! Everybody glowing in their little skin What a win! No more hook behind the smile No baited warmth, no extra mile Professor asks, “Can you sum this up?” No snake in the room, no tightened cup It’s almost peace That’s half the threat The body keeps old habits set Give me permission To stay in frame! Give me permission Without a name! Not a queen Not today! Just a chair Let me stay! Helpful now That’s the word! Flat as bread, and somehow heard Helpful! Permission! Laptop down, I hand it back No big scene! Coins on tile, small civic act Plain and clean! No curtain pull, no magic thread Just “Here you go” and move ahead Then Mia says, “Your note was helpful.” Jesus Christ, that word is dreadful Not adored, not feared, not rare Just function with a pulse in there Give me permission To stay in frame! Give me permission Without a name! Not a queen Not today! Just a chair Let me stay! Helpful now That’s the word! Flat as bread, and somehow heard Helpful! Permission! Am I better? Don’t be cute! Just less sharp? More dilute! Stock exchange inside my head Every nod gets priced as bread The first reward is not desire Just no one reaching for the fire Give me permission That’s enough! Give me permission Soft and rough! Helpful now What a brand! Safest girl in all the land But once they trust the quieter face Hunger starts to change its pace Helpful! That enough? It’s easy to look harmless While you’re still weak Wait till the room opens Permission Helpful The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

February The snow Is grey Wet And professionally disappointed The Campus smells Like vanilla candles And emotional inflation Harper doesn’t need a heart She needs a damage report Dirty thaw Parking-lot slush Write it down! Image crash Public hush Mark it down! Perception Damage Counter-plan How to salvage a collapsing brand Cross out “dangerous.” Cross out “mean.” Keep the failure white and clean No more angel stock to sell Welcome to reputational hell Damage Control Check the sheet! Damage Control Stay discreet! Fix the optics Trim the loss Sell the ruin like a temporary cost Damage Control! Name the flaw! Damage Control! Hide the claw! Blueprint for a brighter role Scaffolding around a hole Green cardigan, neutral face Take a seat! Office light, no saving grace Too neat! “I sleep bad.” “It’s been a while.” Harper serves the curated file “Did he do it?” Flat and plain Like rain announced as simple rain She hates the tone, not what it means That’s how the fracture keeps things clean Damage Control Check the sheet! Damage Control Stay discreet! Fix the optics Trim the loss Sell the ruin like a temporary cost Damage Control! Name the flaw! Damage Control! Hide the claw! Blueprint for a brighter role Scaffolding around a hole Bought some tulips? For the view! Did she mean it? No one knew! Good cause flowers, public proof Righteousness with a paper roof She doesn’t want help Too untidy! She wants a plan Cold and tidy! Carry hope in both your arms Call it civic, call it charm Damage Control Check the sheet! Damage Control Taste defeat! Not a tragedy Just a case A better angle for a damaged face Damage Control! Tulips bright! Damage Control! Stage the light! The lips stay red The voice stays low A pretty shell with a flowchart soul Not a life Not a wound Just a situation With better stationery Check the sheet Fix the view The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

Fourth of July The Bible Belt is sweating through paper flags and processed patriotism Burgers, fireworks, plastic cups Freedom, apparently, means controlled explosions after sunset I went anyway Blue top, no white tonight Smart disguise! Backyard smoke and stripe-delight Summer lies! Claire’s got paper stars on trays Children running through humid haze I walk in light I walk in heat Trying not to hear my own heartbeat Then Mia laughs at something small And my old system takes the call Independence Day Light it up! Independence Day Plastic cup! Am I free? Not really Am I clean? That’s silly Every spark says “look at me.” Every room revises me Independence Day! Reaction trap! Ice and lime at the folding table Hold it steady! One good line and I’m instantly able To feel the pull, the social ping The tiny electric yes of a thing Then Mia asks between two blasts “What are you hooked on, if it lasts?” I watch the sky go red, then blue “Reaction,” I say. “That’ll do.” Independence Day Light it up! Independence Day Plastic cup! Am I free? Not really Am I clean? That’s silly Every spark says “look at me.” Every room revises me Independence Day! Reaction trap! What’s the drug? Feedback loops! What’s the crime? Social groups! Ethan says I can come or go No net, no trap, no little show So I leave before the sky turns mean Freedom’s just another way of being seen Independence Day Burn it white! Independence Day Go home tonight! I don’t want peace Too thin! I want the room to pull me in But for one night I let the rockets do What I usually make people do Independence Day! Reaction trap! Freedom is overrated Influence has better lighting Seen Burn Seen The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

November Inflatable turkeys outside, moral starch inside The annual pageant of gratitude and strategic digestion We gather at the Table of Forgiveness Which is really just dinner with better branding Sunday wool and candle skin Pass the bowl! Every smile tucked neatly in Play the role! Turkey steaming like a saint Grace poured thick to hide the taint Tiny sins make tidy shares Cat ignored, rude church-bazaar wares A market full of harmless guilt So the bigger silence can stay built The Gravy of Grace Pour it slow! The Gravy of Grace Let it glow! Pass the plate Fix the face The Gravy of Grace Golden gloss! Comfort food for moral loss Pass the gravy Fix the face Claire asks softly, “What stays here?” Oh, that line! Every eye turns volunteer Right on time! Noah hangs above the bird Like weather nobody has words for So I give them one: refined Complicated, neatly lined “I forgive myself for not being Who you wanted me to be.” The Gravy of Grace Pour it slow! The Gravy of Grace Let it glow! Pass the plate Fix the face The Gravy of Grace Golden gloss! Comfort food for moral loss Pass the gravy Fix the face Was that sorry? Almost art Was that truth? A clever start They nod because the line sounds deep No one wants the meal to weep Forgiveness here is starch and heat A full room with an empty seat The Gravy of Grace Second round! The Gravy of Grace Soft and brown! I didn’t heal Not quite! Just learned how to plate contrition right They all believe the gentle version Thickened up for easy digestion Pass the gravy! Queen of grace! It tastes warm That’s not the same as mercy The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

June Dust in the air, exams in the blood, caution slipping off the campus like cheap sunscreen I opened the wardrobe That was the first mistake White shirt back – cut to shape! White jeans tight – relapse drape! Red on the mouth, old voltage hum Body remembers what I’ve become Summer slack, attention thin Perfect weather to let me in Ethan turns and holds too long That’s all it takes to start the song Back in White – relapse! Back in White – perhaps! Old signal, polished bite Winter ghost in summer light Back in White – watch the mouth! Back in White – going south! Noah’s gone, but habit stays Uniform for hungrier days Daniel slips in project haze – take the lead! I smell the weak spot in the phrase – that old need! “Let me help” — there it is Saving him by making him less his He lifts a hand: “I can speak.” Not cruel Just calm That’s what makes it bleak The room goes flat, the blood goes cold Nothing failed. Just something old Back in White – relapse! Back in White – perhaps! Old signal, polished bite Winter ghost in summer light Back in White – watch the mouth! Back in White – going south! Noah’s gone, but habit stays Uniform for hungrier days Did it vanish? Not a chance! Did it soften? Only stance! Mia says: “Maybe head out soon.” Like a nurse removing June Insight’s not a changed design It’s just cleaner warning signs Back in White – push it back! Back in White – hide the rack! The old costume still fits the skin That’s how relapse always begins I’m not evil That’s too grand Just too ready to take command Back in White! White out! Insight isn’t change It’s just Better labelled furniture Relapse White out The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

October Pumpkins everywhere Like the state has fallen to decorative produce Cinnamon in the air Dogs with tragic biographies I’ve started a kindness project Mostly because evil got repetitive Orange steps and cardigan weather, pull it tight The whole damn season is trying together, too polite I volunteer where the dogs don’t care What part is mercy and what is flair Scratch their heads, distribute treats No one asks what motive eats They want the hand They want the meat It’s the cleanest audience I’ll ever meet The Kindness Project – orange glow The Kindness Project – nice and slow Check the box, complete the form Moral weather, seasonally warm Orange and hollow, that’s the shell Looks like heaven, runs like hell Good girl! Project mode! Freshman lost between the brick Looks half-dead I walk her left and keep it quick Straight ahead No sting, no smirk, no little crown Just get the trembling body down To the right room, right hallway bend Nod once, leave, and let it end Then I wait for the glow they sell Nothing Just administrative well The Kindness Project – orange glow The Kindness Project – nice and slow Check the box, complete the form Moral weather, seasonally warm Orange and hollow, that’s the shell Looks like heaven, runs like hell Good girl! Project mode! Is it warm? Not inside! Still good work? Can’t decide! Director in my head says “Nice.” Give the gesture five-star ice If no one claps, does kindness stay? Or just file itself away? The Kindness Project – final draft The Kindness Project – social craft Pet the dog, guide the lost Learn how grace can count the cost Orange and hollow, clean and bright Better optics, softer bite Good girl! Orange and hollow! A pumpkin’s just a smiling shell With a candle in the wound The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

April Everything on the campus is blooming like it wants forgiveness on sight Trees in pink Lilies in buckets “Healing” everywhere Which is just damage with better branding Pink trees burst from the mud – too bright! Khaki jacket, gardening blood – not quite! Spring has a very pushy tone Like grace should sprout if left alone I signed my name to a worthy cause Moral dirt under civic laws Trade the white for practical green Best rebrand you’ve ever seen Pink facade – lift the rake! Second chance – for goodness’ sake! Dig the soil, pose as true Plant a better point of view Lily logic, Easter gloss Pretty language for a loss Pink facade! Second chance! Caleb’s board is going wrong – I can tell! I step in light, but not for long – go to hell! “I can do it.” Fine, okay There goes rescue for today Soil is blunt, and soil is fair Doesn’t care who’s standing there No one claps when dirt gets turned That might be why it almost burned Pink facade – lift the rake! Second chance – for goodness’ sake! Dig the soil, pose as true Plant a better point of view Lily logic, Easter gloss Pretty language for a loss Pink facade! Second chance! Kid with juice? Chocolate hand! Did he see? More than planned! “Are you sad?” “Sometimes,” I say Like rain predicted for the day One small crack, one plastic spoon Easter mercy leaves too soon Pink facade – pass the bowl! Second chance – stage the role! Serve the soup, accept the flower Audit motive by the hour I can help and still stand near Watching how I reappear Pink facade! Just my face! A lily on the desk A mouth without the red Spring is very loud For something this dead The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct

Eleven A.M. Middle of the night! Staring at the screen in the pale blue light The list is long, the fonts are bold Looking like work Or so I’m told! Then a sound from the desk, a rhythmic tap A tiny ghost in a hardware trap Statistically speaking The chance of failure is One hundred percent Once you've finished the list. Sector hiccup, spinning around Lost in the data, never be found Spinning around! Digital ghost in a sterile world Waiting for the flag to be unfurled One and zero, point and click Life’s a trick, just a rhythmic tick Just a tick! The toaster chirps a psychological plea: "Master, you’re depressed, don’t blame it on me!" My fitness watch says: "You’ve felt no pain Would you like a simulation to feel human again?" Reduced to a point, a coordinate line The fridge knows my hunger Before it is mine! Sector hiccup, spinning around Lost in the data, never be found Spinning around! Digital ghost in a sterile world Waiting for the flag to be unfurled One and zero, point and click Life’s a trick, just a rhythmic tick Just a tick! Does the AI dream of bread and butter? Of getting lost and start to stutter? Start to stutter! The longing for germs and the hospital halls The biological failure that eventually calls That’s our secret, that’s our gift The perfect glitch in the digital rift Sector hiccup, spinning around Lost in the data, never be found Spinning around! Digital ghost in a sterile world Waiting for the flag to be unfurled One and zero, point and click Life’s a trick, just a rhythmic tick Just a tick! The drive is dead, the screen is black It’s not coming back! The list is gone, I’m off the track Off the track! When the machine dies, the man is free No more algorithm watching me One and zero, let it go Let it go! The best way to win is to move real slow "Well... nothing you can do about it, really." „Best just to go...“ „Best just to go... back to sleep.“ -- Graphic Novel to this song: https://tinyurl.com/yupnty5h

This is simply an old lullaby that my wife used to sing to our young children. Thanks to AI, it has now been restored.

Neighbor at the door Dust grains on the floor Says the butter’s placed wrong Statics failing, house not strong Unbalanced! Unstable! Butter’s just a vibe On the table Mental strike, I’m checking out Bigger, taller, hear me shout Or whisper I’m a giantess Way above the mess Head in the blue Care about the view I’m a giantess I’m a giantess Azores to the left Sunlight to the right Don’t need screens to see the rain Just look across the mountain chain Tiny people! Tiny goals! Running circles In their holes Lower Saxony dry, I got the plan Container ship as a watering can Dip in the sea Pour on the grass Moving traffic Let them pass Lifting cars like plastic toys Silence falling Girls and boys Ma-ma-majestic apathetic Ma-ma-majestic apathetic I’m a giantess Way above the mess Head in the blue Care about the view I’m a giantess I’m a giantess Cirrus clouds inside my hair Neighbor still down there Asking for permission Paperwork condition Tiny voice, I barely hear From way up here It’s all So small It’s all The same I’m a giantess Passed the final test Neighbor just a dot And I Do a lot of Absolutely nothing today Just standing in the way I’m a giantess Vertical escape Overview Wow! -- There’s a graphic novel to this song, you can download here: https://tinyurl.com/37k3sjnj

[Inspiriert von Johann Sebastian Bach (Suite for Lute E Dur, BWV 1006a, III. Gavotte en Rondeau)] Juist ist still Nur der Wind Mitten drin Ein kleines Kind Torben-Hendrik Drei Jahre alt Helm am Kopf Bloß keine Gewalt Warnweste leuchtet Neon-Grell Dreirad rollt Zu schnell? Achtung, Torben! Pass bloß auf! Auch langsam Kommst Du an! Torben-Hendrik! Pass bloß auf! Nicht so schnell! Sicherheit ist Pflicht Stürzen darfst du nicht Pass bloß auf! Torben will’s wissen Setzt den Fuß auf Sand Viel zu weich Die Mutter nervös Wird ganz bleich „Nicht rennen!“ „Sturz-Gefahr“ Torben steht Wunderbar „Wie er steht!“ „Einfach toll!“ Das Lob läuft über Voll Randvoll Kindheit heute: Watte links Watte rechts Bloß kein Risiko Denn das ist schlecht So schlecht Achtung, Torben! Pass bloß auf! Auch langsam Kommst Du an! Torben-Hendrik! Pass bloß auf! Nicht so schnell! Sicherheit ist Pflicht Stürzen darfst du nicht Pass bloß auf! Keine Schramme Und kein Dreck Die Erfahrung Ist wohl weg Wer nie fällt Lernt nie Gehn Bleibt im Leben Einfach stehn Null Risiko Null Spaß Nur im Sitzen Gibt man Gas Er schaut jetzt dumm In die Luft Mama ruft: „Welche Wucht!“ „Wie er guckt!“ „Genial!“ Sonderlob Überall Alles sicher Alles fein Abenteuer? Eher nein Achtung, Torben! Pass bloß auf! Dann ein Pups Einfach so „Er hat gepupst!“ „Auf Weltniveau!“ Eltern jubeln „Großer! Gut gemacht!“ Torben-Hendrik Unser Held Hat gepupst Dass es kracht! „Ganz toll gemacht!“ „Spitzen-Pups!“ „High Five, Großer!“ — Comic zum Lied: https://tinyurl.com/4xdvrrrx

Hiding Hiding We build these walls We build them high To keep the light Out of our eyes Hearts of stone Never bloom Safe inside This hollow room Holy grief We believe Holy grief, my only friend No light, no end No hope, no light Until the end Tears we keep We never spend Holy grief Again Love is weak So we say Turn the gold Keys away Frozen hands Never hold Wrap the soul In the cold Weak Cold Angel turns Face away From the light We betray The wound The deep The wide Sacrifice No way out Drama Hear us shout We won’t move We won’t crawl We refuse Every call Love is weak Pain is deep Chosen ones Marked by fate Stand and watch At the gate Moments pass Fade to night Lost in dark From the light Holy grief, my only friend No light, no end No hope, no light Until the end Tears we keep We never spend Holy grief Again Stay in the dark -- There are booklets to this song: DE: https://tinyurl.com/52xshew4 EN: https://tinyurl.com/262edsbm

Cold descent. Grey event. The sky is clockwork. Ticking. Silver logic. A precise geometry Falling on the skin. H2O. The formula of God. On the tongue: The salt of labour. The iron of clouds. The memory of machines That once touched the mist. Rational. Functional. Wet. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Wait for it. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Open your mouth. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. It is… Everything. Now it finds the inner path. It is the tear of a child Frozen for a century In the wing of a passing angel. It is the sweat of the gardener Who still believes he planted the stars. It is the melting snow Of a childhood long forgotten. Drink the longing. Drink the distance. Every drop is a door. Every sip is a homecoming. You are not drinking water. You are drinking… Time. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Remember it. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. The salt of us. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. It is… Everything. Down. Into the roots of the dark. Where the water meets the bone. The taste of the grave. The taste of the deep. It is heavy now. Like lead. Like love. Rain on a coffin. Rain on the dust. The cycle is closing. The water is black. The water is not clean. The water is… Holy. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Open your mouth. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Before you become it. The taste of rain. The taste of rain. Everything. Taste the rain… Now… -- There is also a booklet to this album: https://tinyurl.com/39f4b9nb Enjoy.

Der Weg ist da. Er ist markiert, ohne markiert zu sein. Die Linie liegt zwischen den Dingen, die man sieht, und denen, die man übersieht. Niemand zeigt auf sie, aber viele gehen auf ihr. Die Menschen stehen hinter Glasfronten, in Küchen, in Büros, an Haltestellen. Sie wissen, dass es draußen weitergeht, doch sie bleiben, wo sie sind. Man hat ihnen gesagt, hier sei es sicher. Man hat ihnen gesagt, es gäbe Zeit. Er bewegt sich durch die Stadt, ohne Ziel, ohne Eile. Er ist einfach da – höher als der Lärm, niedriger als die Drohnen. Manche schauen auf und lächeln, andere drehen sich weg. Niemand fragt. In den Schaufenstern spiegeln sich Himmel und Bäume, Eine Lilie in einem Blumenladen, Ein Kind, das lacht. Unter all dem liegt etwas, das niemand benennt. Es liegt ruhig. Es wartet nicht. Am Rand der Stadt endet plötzlich die Straße. Ein Hügel wurde abgetragen, sauber, präzise. Wo gestern noch Häuser standen, ist heute Sicht. Man nennt es Fortschritt. Man nennt es notwendig. Jetzt kann man sehen, was vorher verdeckt war. Wasser fällt irgendwo hinter der Absperrung. Es fällt nicht laut. Es weiß, was es tut. Es spielt eine Melodie, die niemand aufnimmt, Und sammelt sich weiter unten zu etwas Größerem, Das keinen Namen braucht. Am Hafen stehen Menschen mit Telefonen in der Hand. Boote legen ab. Jemand singt. Oder es ist nur der Wind in den Drähten. Man hört etwas. Nicht laut. Nicht zwingend. Aber beharrlich. Die Strömung nimmt zu. Ein Körper löst sich aus der Menge, Wie ein Gedanke, den man nicht mehr festhält. Kein Drama. Kein Schrei. Nur Bewegung. Das Wasser wird weiter. Salziger. Ununterscheidbar. Und wieder stehen sie da, die Menschen, In Reihen, in Routinen, In gut gemeinten Umzäunungen. Sie wissen, dass es einen Ausgang gibt. Sie haben ihn gesehen. Mehrmals. Manche sagen, jemand werde kommen. Jemand, der führt. Andere sagen, es sei schon passiert. Die Zeit arbeitet leise. Sie trägt keine Uhr. Sie schleift Kanten ab, Löscht Namen, Verändert Formen, Bis niemand mehr sagen kann, Was der Anfang war Und was die Richtung. Der Weg ist noch da. Er war es immer. -- Booklet „Im Toten Winkel“: https://tinyurl.com/y2bn2f9n