Lars sjöng. Do you think you can impress me with empty words, shouted out, shouted out loudly? You just sink. Just sink unlike the flying birds, which still remain, remain proud. You, you, you used to lie. I, I, identify your useless lies again. Another you, amazing and new, not the least true, but better … Läs mer
It’s nothing personal. It’s just a total loss of memory. A minor attack of lack of sense. The headache in the morning is very intense. I forgot the words of serenity. A stroke of serious senility. I forgot a lot indeed, but nevertheless my mind do succeed in remembering some small fragments – a deeper … Läs mer
Synthpop med fotbollsrefräng. Lars sjöng. One autumn day all went wrong. I realised I couldn’t long. ’cause when you walked away from me, you took away my liberty. Oh, no! emptiness! So I sit here and wait, hoping that it’s not too late. I need someone in your place, somebody to fill the space. But … Läs mer
Släng ihop lösryckta fraser, samplingar och tuffa ljud. Resulatet blir musikalisk pytt-i-panna, denna gång på tyska. Traumen sie nicht von weibliche Körper? Traumen sie nicht von sinden im Schnee? Schön wie die Sonnenlicht sind wir nicht, aber riesengross. Wir sind nicht so klein. Nein! Noch ein Projekt mit Farbe-prospekt. Ein vollwerdiger Lautsprecherprodukt. Nicht rauschenfrei, kein … Läs mer
Lars sjöng. I see cars pass by. Buy a life they say. Save a moment for every tear. Tear it apart to fractions of seconds. On a road to nowhere you will take me away to the light. I see scars, but why? Why is no good to ask. Tasks that are beyond our sense. … Läs mer
Lars sjöng. Neural works for feudal reasons. I calculate your chance to survive. I think you’d better run. Virtual earth on virtual grounds. I’m your plastic boy, your cyber-toy, but not so well-developed. It’s my fate to be a three state mind. One – I’m on. Two – I’m off. Three – I am disconnected. … Läs mer
I fear that the digital sound has come to seduce our ears, but it makes no difference to me. I’m immune to such perfume. I suspect that I like defects. It doesn’t matter if there are sequences of disturbed oscillations filled with dirty frequencies. Biological noise reduction – unlogical joy. My Dolby-disease conspires with my … Läs mer
You sold your soul to buy a life without displeasing surprises. It meant you had to dismiss an important piece of mind. I presume you scream when you consume my dreams. I resume my day in a different way. I welcome you into my head, but I’m quite sure you won’t like it. My thoughts … Läs mer