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THE THOUSAND-YARD STARE SONG
A 16-year-old girl - abused by her dad
A mother - her child kidnapped
A woman alone with her grandchildren
whose daughter died of Ebola
Two little girls orphaned by the war in Ukraine
An adulteress waiting for her stoning in Iran
The survivor of a terrorist attack on a bus in Pakistan
A convict - raped in his cell block
A family man with a mortgage on his back
An Israeli - lost his home in a bomb attack
A Palestinian working in Israel
His way to the border now a cul-de-sac.
A Syrian refugee in Germany
about to be deported from the country
A felon rejected by society
A man discharged from prison
getting no chance anymore
Lee Harvey Oswald, Sirhan Sirhan & James Earl Ray the scapegoats of all the coup d’états
A thousand yards, their gaze congealed
like a soldier’s in a wheat field
A thousand yards, their gaze congealed
like a soldier’s on a wheat field
Words: Heiko Hesh Schramm & Fran Dango
Music: Heiko Hesh Schramm
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REALITY HAS BEEN SOLD OUT
Dark carpets
heavy oak wood
the hard brick faces of venerable institutions
scholars of the shadows
reveal a history of murky interweavings
the name of the man behind Brutus
gives you an idea why JFK had to die
This is the truth of knowledge
Reality has been sold out
Reality has been sold out
White glass and polished metal on the 49th floor
shadowy pilots
both invisible and unknown
sit in the cockpit of the blue planet
this our own blue planet
they keep the scoreboard ticking along
and have their hands on the purse strings
for sure
these guys have bigger balls
than the President of the United States of America
This is the truth of ultimate power
Reality has been sold out
Reality has been sold out
Where is the outside
and
what is more
where is the inside of this undefinable world?
The shadows of the world wide web
fall upon the globe
a seemingly unending network of malls
is only interspersed by backyards of half-truths
and we are left trudging through the mire
We stand expectant
and wait to get on the carousel
but its once beautiful paintwork is flaking off
only to be replaced by the poster paint of blogs and tweets
we never go places
but we know where places are
Google Earth and Wikipedia
are the sorcerers of our age
There are so many cynical conspirators
their dicks shrunk
from all these missed opportunities
for a real life
some are well paid for the slime they ooze
the slime of deception and manipulation
which poisons our hearts and lungs
in all the smoke-free bars and cafés
It doesn’t matter what they say
as they sip their latte grandes
they’ll still call it truth
This is the truth of Digital Maoism
but the truth is
more and more
my friend
that
Reality has been sold out
Reality has been sold out
Lost in a web of million lies
Lost in the complexities of the modern time
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Desolation Blues
03:56
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DESOLATION BLUES
Come over
to the other side of town
see me waitin’
on the 49th floor
She pays me back
in the currency of pain
lookin’ at the moon
he’s not the same anymore
In the red shine
of the night club light
I wait for her call
all night
I wait for her call
all night long
the cats I hate
the dogs I hit
laugh along
It is too late
too late to lose
play my desolation blues
It is too late
too late to lose
I play my desolation blues
Words & Music: Heiko Hesh Schramm
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John D - The Cohen Song
04:49
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John D - The Cohen Song
The last angel took flight.
Even the masked devil turned away.
And so it was that John D. made for the gloomy swamps.
His son nestled like a bundle on his breast,
the old Army backpack, filled with iron tools, weighed heavily on his back.
As the new day broke
the darkness in their hearts slowly waned
and John D. fought his way through the
undergrowth.
The hungry eyes of his son silently placed their trust in him.
The tools he left behind, marking them with twigs, in a deserted clearing.
Way up above him, way up above him
he saw the old highway, familiar from bygone days
raced the golden highway of salvation,
promising an easy way out.
Way up above him, way up above him
he knew where the highway led, but he didn’t want to go there no more.
As the sun reached its peak
and forced them further
into the unknown that lay before them,
fear slunk out of John D.’s heart like a snake
and the rising light gave him a sense of freedom.
The stones there had no names,
the river not yet a face,
but in the breath from their bodies they still pulsated,
The voices of the nave,
whispering poison in a scarlet robe of penitence.
Way up above him, way up above him
he saw the old highway, familiar from bygone days
raced the golden highway of salvation,
promising an easy way out.
Way up above him, way up above him
he knew where the highway led, but he didn’t want to go there no more.
Words & Music: Heiko Hesh Schramm
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No Answer Under 666
03:53
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NO ANSWER UNDER 666
In the honeybee state
of collective understanding
all communication belongs
to one company
Everyone is being reduced
to a multiple-choice identity
The wisdom of the many
the meta-brain of the human race
is mashing everything
into a global sludge
of information
Cyber-bullying waits and hunts us all
no deed is ever forgotten
the net will forget nothing
The world is becoming abstract
money is withdrawn
but nothing is created
Advertising
the devilish hub of our civilization
is reversing the course
of cultural development
Never before
has the restless crowd of evil
hunted
with so much vigor
through the network
A pack
like dogs
driven by the base instinct of denunciation
controlled
by the lords of the digital clouds
by Google
and the silent hedge funds
The world is following you
on your hellish trip
well prepared
for
world war three
And
no-one
ever
picks up the phone
when you dial
666
Words & Music: Heiko Hesh Schramm
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Blenderman Germany
Blenderman is Heiko Hesh Schramm & Fran Dango.
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