Donnerstag, 19. Juni 2025

Album: Broken Face And Shattered Needs

 

("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


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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!