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my two children, a 9 year old girl and a 4 year old boy have been the exceptional inspiration for this song, i carried along for a long time now, waiting to be produced...

originally meant as an acoustic song, now converted into a technoesque meddley of styles and synths.

it starts in my dark & fearful thoughts. than the peacedemons rise to wipe away all the war & pain, slavery & hate in order to let the beautiful souls of my kids live a fearless live in freedom.

i hope you too can feel the hope - raising your children, giving them the strength to carry on and to change the world they live in. but will they?

i love you, my son and my daughter and i dedicate this song to you.

the future of my kids

the time that will come
is it dark

the time that will come
is it good

the time that will come
will they be strong

the time that will come
will they carry on


will they be important
for the world

will the things they say
be heard

will they try to change
mankind

or will they be like us
so blind

no child on earth has the evil within. evil lies in how we act in confrontation with the many tasks life brings.

we learn evil.

so all of us can teach not to be evil.

no child will ever hurt anyone out of nothing. hurting is in every case a reaction to a feeling of weakness.

all of us can teach children to be strong.

so there will be no hurting.

there will be no evil.

do not pray act!

do not believe. know!

do not follow anyone. feel!

do not watch TV. LIVE!

the narration...

when i was reading "The Golden Casket: Chinese Novellas of Two Millenia" for the second time this summer i was the same time very much into a new song - based upon a novel my friend andi reinhart from zurich recorded with me one or two years ago.

the novel we recorded i call "fulan - a chinese novel"; it's a story i began writing years ago about the end of the world. a guy who wakes up every night, lurking downstairs to the living room, directly into hallucinating nightmares...

here's the passage of the novel featuring in the song:

Ich wachte auf. Tauchte auf in eine fiebrige, rotschimmernde Welt, schwere Decken auf meinem Körper, schweissnass, gefangen in einem Gewirr feuchter Textilien, aufgetürmt und mich umschlingend. Brennendes Fieber unter meiner Stirn. In meinen Gedanken begannen sich in der wabbernden Dunkelheit Formen zu bilden: Kanten, Schatten, Holztäfer, ein Raum, dessen Wände in einen engen Schacht mündeten. Darin etwas schimmerndes - Schneefall, ein Quader, billiges Holzimitat. Etwas zog mich tiefer in diese Gedanken, näher zum Quader, der Schnee war verschwunden, dahinter Fäulnis, schwarzer Moder, Nässe und dunkler Glanz, ein Eingang. Dann ein unbeschreiblicher Geruch, noch in der Ferne, ein Windhauch, Anklang von Verderbnis aus den Tiefen des Quaders. Ein Sog packte mich an der Stirn wie ein weicher, fussballgrosser Saugnapf, wollte mich herein ziehen in das Dunkle, Verdorbene. Mein Hals dehnte sich, die Halswirbel trennten sich knackend voneinander und schienen sich schliesslich zu verflüssigen als mein Kopf immer tiefer in die Öffnung des Quaders eindrang, auf einen Schlag überwältigt, betäubt wurde von der Abscheulichkeit des Geruches. Mein ganzer Körper dehnte sich zu einem weissen, meterlangen Schlauch. Ich spürte, wie meine gespannte Haut an einigen Stellen zu verwesen begann, sich dort um die feuchte Fäulnis erste Risse bildeten. Ich dachte noch daran, dass ich mich von meiner Tochter verabschieden wollte...