Ende Neu
Two things are endless:
ignorance and space
None . . . . . ., just . . everywhere
More . . . . . . and . . . abound
Just love and the weather never,
never end
We demand some change in our
orbit
absolute liberation from Newton’s gravitational mania
no gravitational bodily harm, or else flying’s a heavy task
Put an end to continental drift,
bring back Pangaea
What is is
What is not is possible
Just what is not is possible
We demand more… with our… charm
More… and…, pears, marzipan
We want even more…, substances illegal
No monday leftovers, five-star minimum
A first-class bonus ticket from… to Berlin
A crate of champagne, eco-vodka, eco-gin
A world house without walls, there must be enough space
A morning without hangover, no regrets, not alone
What is is
What is not is possible
Just what is not is possible
We pencil black figures into our utopian calculation
We demand a deft hand and the appropriate touch
In the daytime stars as well, more stars in general
And today yesterday’s men for underground work
We demand a sundown for the Occident
Dance capacity, inexhaustible, the night after finds no end
without… and beyond critique
a completely empty sky,
enriched with music
What is is
What is not is possible
Just what is not is possible
We want to nibble, kindle, amble, gambol all along the edge
bulimic diet for the whole governing body
and… no lettuce heads
prison for John Everyman for forgery and treason
We demand letters are put back in the
alphabet
so the likes of me can think amid the Babylonian babble
we demand… and…
play the music really loud at last, so someone can believe us
What is is
What is not is possible
Just what is not is possible
I dream I’ll meet you deep deep down
the deepest point on Earth, Mariana Trench, ocean bottom
between Nanga Parbat, K2 and Everest,
the crest of the world, there you’ll be my banquet guest
Where nothing more can impede my vision
When you come I’ll see you coming from the world’s margin
Here there’s nothing of interest
The ruins of Atlantis just
But of you not a trace
I don’t think you’re coming anymore
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don’t worry, I won’t wake you
Before you wake up yourself
Across the ice towards the North Pole is where I’ll expect you
Will be standing on the axis
From Tierra del Fuego in hard dream labour to the pole
There everything will revolve just around us
The Pole Star directly above me
This is the pole I’ll wait here
Only I cannot see you coming from anywhere for miles around
I’m waiting at the wrong pole
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don’t worry, I’ll find you
Before you wake up yourself
Please, please don’t wake me
Only as long as I dream do you exist…
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don’t worry, I won’t wake you
Before you wake up yourself
Enlist in slumber on a ship
Course: Eldorado, Punt that’s your home
Wait on the coast, look on the horizon
until I at last see your sails there
But the captain is always drunk
and mostly below deck
I can’t steer this ship in my wildest dreams
On a riff it springs a leek
In the North Sea it then sunk
An iceberg drives me back
I think I’ll be waiting for long
Punt stays undiscovered
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don’t worry, I won’t wake you
Before you wake up yourself
You dream me, I you
Don’t worry, I’ll find you
Collared in a doze I’ll grab you
and pull you towards me
For you dream me, I you
I dream you, you me
We dream each other awake.
Big bang, break-through, expansion
the dam blown up
flooded over the stage
drunken stars
a new lake
the climax of everything:
The explosion in the festival hall
Endless trillions of years of spin
myriads of fiery rapture
hurled out hurled in
Milky Way cum shot
lava flow ejaculation
on the climax of everything:
The explosion in the festival hall
What remains are
valleys curves hollows
an impression of her form
in the gamma ray background
in between in the pitch black
transmitter agents circulate
harbingers of this climax
of everything just an echo:
The explosion in the festival hall
Disobey.
It’s the Law.
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
NNNAAAMMM
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
NNNAAAMMM
Welcome to electro-smog therapy
I’ll give you 20 000 volts and singing cables.
Welcome Monsieur Guillotine and the democratic machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
In the machine the song’s asleep
The song’s sleeping in the machine
In the machine the song’s asleep
The song’s sleeping in the machine
Machine dreams the song
Machine, machine, machine, machine…
NNNAAAMMM
Motor Music Machine
Motor Music Machine
Let’s turn on the utopian side-grinder.
Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
NNNAAAMMM
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
New No New Age Advanced Ambient Motor Music Machine
NNNAAAMMM
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
The song’s sleeping in the machine
In the machine the song’s asleep
The song’s sleeping in the machine
In the machine the song’s asleep
The song’s sleeping in the machine
Machine dreams the song
Machine, machine, machine, machine…
Goodbye Hallo
Island to give away
But no fresh country any more
Let others tread beaten tracks
leaving stones behind them
We’ll become what we are, and:
Ending new.
Once new buildings
On the island collapsed
Shut that door! We’ll dance on
Tightly entwined only
Hold me tight on the two words:
Ending new
We’ve known each other ages
The phoenix and I
I taught with two words
So he could talk to me:
Ending new
Goodbye hallo
Take two:
Ending new
Ending new
Ending new Ending new
Island to give away
But no fresh country any more
We’ll take a good start
and launch a phrase as great as New York
and more beautiful than the sun
As a gift
A phrase with just two words:
Ending new
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it’s pouring down with rain
We’re digging the pit in the evening dusk
We’re digging the pit of Babel
Our viewpoint was too high before
We’re digging the pit of Babel
With wood, most rare, we line it
We’re mining the tunnel of Babel
We even lay out electricity for the lights in the pit
We’re mining the tunnel of Babel
Outside the festivities are coming to a peak
We’re digging the pit of Babel
We drink ourselves together
and drunk we clash on the subject
together above our heads
under our feet and
in the underground
We roll across the floor
roll up like woodlice
If you can spare me some charity
Then please give me my due Billy Rubin is low
Billy Rubin is disappearing
Billy Rubin is on the run