("Frontcover")
("Back")
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A-Side
Neon Tuesday
Coherent Dissonance
Sapiosexual Porn
Arbitrary Groove Porridge
B-Side
Postpunk Revisited
Bad Song (Dada-Mix)
White Russian
Lyrics by André van Markow
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A
Neon tuesday
Downward a narrow stairway
Plastic, steel, broken glass
Electric smogs horny scent
Tumbling into the crowd to stay
Waiting in the tubes‘ station
All in a hurry, empty eyes
I’d a cup of fresh ideas
Just the moment before
Now spilled to the floor
Mixed with puke and
More scary fluids
My head’s full of stranger sounds
My heart’s in love with the lyrics
Frantic rhythms catching me
Drunken bass lines, dark highs
Delight my soul, open wounds
You can’t cut out the pain
Believe me, I tried frequently
Again and again and again
Past keeps hunting sneakily
Must have been sniffing glue
Flashing colors, screaming light
I’m staring everyone in his fight
But what else can you do
I’m in love with dead dreams
I’ll make my inner shadows dance
The only way out it seems
To kiss my demons gooodby
I’ll enjoy the hurts, take my chance
Spread my arms, learn to fly
My head’s full of stranger sounds
My heart’s in love with the lyrics
Frantic rhythms catching me
Drunken bass lines, dark highs
Delight my soul, open
wounds
Coherent Dissonance
Made myself fall down to rise
Hold my breath to break out
Escaped but still right here
Slow movement, fast thaught
New sound, new style
Different ways, same moment
Fresh stains, new smile
My reflection, happy torment
COHERENT, COHERENT, COHERENT
Dissonance, sweet sweet dissonance
COHERENT, COHERENT, COHERENT
Dissonance, sweet sweet dissonance
Your smile, my love
A strange high inside the pain
My down, your laugh
Freedom’s got another chain
Come near to me, stay far away
You said and then you left me here
So I kept a picture to memory
The Divine unity of hope, despair
COHERENT, COHERENT, COHERENT
Dissonance, sweet sweet dissonance
COHERENT, COHERENT, COHERENT
Dissonance, sweet sweet dissonance
Opened myself to contradiction
Thaught and feel in a clash
On broken glass a new horizon
Grown in a dark, silent flash
COHERENT, COHERENT, COHERENT
Dissonance, sweet sweet dissonance
COHERENT dissonance COHERENT
Dissonance COHERENT dissonance
COHERENT COHERENT COHERENT
Sapiosexual Porn
It’s not your tits, it’s not your hips
Nor your pants, nor your slips
It’s what you think, how you feel
How it works and how it fits
Baby, I’m not into your body
I’m into your mind, honey
And all the books you’ve read
I guess, I’m in love with that
Let me dive into your inner world
Let me suck your every word
Lend me bad dreams and fantasy
It doesn’t matter if I’ll get hurt
Baby, I’m not into your body
I’m into your mind, honey
And all the books you wrote
I swallow ‘em into my throat
Come on honey
Tell, tell, tell me
Tell me your story
Yeah, uh, yeah
Come on baby
Tell, tell, tell me
Thoughts so horny
Yeah, uh, yeah
Come on honey
Yeah, uh, yeah
Tell, tell, tell
Tell, tell, tell
Tell, tell, tell me
Uh, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, YEAH
Arbitrary Groove Porridge
This is evil, that’s good
A Question of Tit for Tat
History goes on repeating
Cause we’ve forgotten
My theory is a bubblegum
Made to sell, sell myself
And cool flavored politics
Good look, so let’s party
Same opinion
Must be love
Any contradiction
Must be hate
And hated
One bullet‘s okay, the other’s not
End reason, end enlightenment
Set us free to believe anything
Meat, blood, bones, don’t care
As long as we’re safe, far away
As long as you laugh
And we‘ll fuck tonight
C’mon tonight
Fuck Death
C’mon tonight
Fire Cool
C’mon tonight
Loud mouth here
Strange silence there
C’mon tonight
Emancipated. Cherry
Colored rape
C’mon tonight
Fight Peace
C’mon tonight
Crap Elite
My head has no weight
But I talk and you listen
All the time all the same
From start on to the end
We were and will be right
Nothing’s ever wrong
Once truth is gone
Same opinion
Must be love
Any contradiction
Must be hate
And hated
Burn
Sartre and de Beauvoir
Burn
Kant, Hegel, Voltaire
Burn
Everyone who has doubts
Every voice of difference
Burn
Anybody in effigy
Burn
Yourself for a new regime
Nothing’s ever wrong
Once truth is gone
Same opinion
Would be a bore
Any contradiction
Would set me free
Set me free
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B
Postpunk Revisited
Exploding noise, flashing lights
Broken faith, shattered needs
Breaking bad’s breaking free
Joking ‘til the end of nights
Taking darkness with a smile
Badly shaken, bloody tongue
Back again from a seizure
Out of the black into the blue
Fought shadows way to long
A flash, and, fuck, I still alive
Time’s up for another trip
My way’s going to be strange
Now
Door’s open, train’s waiting
Not for long, I’m jumping on
No matter which direction
Not ot a moment to waste
Don’t know my destination
Would I get lost in purple haze
I couldn’t care less
Laughter and euphoric chats
Free exchange of thoughts
Fresh ideas, enflamed visions
Reborn spirit, lust for life
Friends, new and old
Let’s share our points of view
Together we’ll create some new
Wasted years, lost context
Rotten teeth, full of fears
Forgotten pills, cheap thrills
Blank mind, open ears
Reading signs nobody wrote
Give yourself, ask forgiveness
Don’t hide, start a fight instead
Love pain and leave a note
Break out greeting madness
Now
Door’s open, train’s waiting
Not for long, I’m jumping on
No matter which direction
There’s no time to waste
Don’t now my destination
Would I get lost in purple haze
I couldn’t care less
Bad Song (Dada-Mix)
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Bang BANG
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Bang BANG
Krrrrsssss
Pling PLING pling
Krrrrsssss
This is silly
I know
But hey
Remember Dada
Once you get involved
You'll fall in love with
It’s honest
It’s a joke
And makes more sense
Than a contemporary
Political speech
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Bang BANG
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Dumm dumm
Faack
Bang BANG
Krrrrsssss
Fading out
White Russian
They always said
Love’s just around the corner
On and on they told
There’s somebody for everybody
Like they always promised
Keep on washing the dishes
Then you’ll get one of the riches
Well, I don’t know
Cause all I’ve found
Through the years
Wether it’s true or not
I found empty streets
And lost spaces
I found lonely sunsets
And black trances
At first you lose your hope
Then you lose your dreams
And at last you lose your life
At next you take a deep breath
Then start acting on own device
At last you really did it your way
They always said
Love’s just around the corner
On and on they told
There’s somebody for everybody
Like they always promised
Keep on washing the dishes
Then you’ll get one of the riches
Well, I don’t know
Cause all I’ve found
Through the years
Wether it’s true or not
I found vodka and milk to mix
And some blank sheets to write
I found some cigarettes
And ways of living free in spite
Of all I heard
All I heard
Of all that hurt
All that hurt
At first you lose your hope
Then you lose your dreams
And at last you lose your life
At next you take a deep breath
Then start acting on own device
At last you really did it your way
Liner Notes : )
A record without sound. "Songlyrics" without songs. Just an experiment.
Back when I was 18 years old, I had the vision of painting music with words and to presenting a collection of poems in an artwork like a Pop/Indie Album. It isn't hard to imagine the music, I had on my mind. So this is a first attempt getting poems, images and a little Playlist together. The poems emerged spontaneously inspired by the moment, on the way to work or home, in trains, at the main station, waiting for the bus to come. Writing in English means a challenge to me, cause my knowledge can be described as german "Realschul-Englisch" mixed with what I learned by myself - by translating lyrics at first and reading books later. (Say: twenty years later.) So this is an exercise as well. But this is it what Punk and Postpunk teach: do it yourself, your way. Don't care about perfection. Life is art, art is life!
So, if it doesn't work, well, nevermind! Don't take things too serious!
Special thanks to Ina Elbracht und Constantin Mücke!