Mescal Margarita

You know that black snow / Just owns more character // A perfect circle is a perfect lie / This machine breeds desire // It might be overkill / But at least there will be casualties // Mescal Margarita / Mescal Margarita

Tefau Ohne Laut

You pick yourself up in the morning / Sexy fish reek at dawn // An image shatters on the terrazzo / This makeup never fit that face anyway // It's a living room without the life / And it's the man behind the glass // Tefau ohne Laut, Tefau ohne Laut / Science ended in theory; insight clouded by metaphors; suspense broken up as poetry. Why did I try so hard? The gentle outline of the hills, the palm of night on my restless heart tells me so much more.*

* Adaptation from A. Camus: Absurd Walls

Parting on the Square

NEW 2010

The cure for what I had, was poison / Love lost, malignant like cancer / Who are they to pose the question /
When sin is the one true answer? // When you speak, cities die with your tongue // I dreamt we'd run, we'd flee this nightmare / Leather cuffs and cold ceramic tiles / Beatrix, I'm here! Strapped on Chop Chop Square // The crowd, the spectacle, the hunger! // As they feast on my final breath / Is not pain leaving my flesh / It's love leaving this world

Claymore 64

NEW MIX 2010

2006, June 15: 64 civilians were killed on a bus by a dual claymore mine in the northern Sri Lanka. Later that day, M. Ferro-Thomsen, one fourth of Danish band Epic Typo, got on a train to the city of Anuradhapura near the scene of the attack. 'Claymore 64' is a musical testimonial and an international call for action against landmines.

Frag faces overlook the killing zone  / Daisy chained for shrapnel showers / "Front Toward Enemy" / "Front Toward Enemy" // Funeral party on wheels approaches / Tiger technology provided for the people / Celebrating death when it happens / Celebrating death when it happens // Remotely triggered but strikes so near / A pale procession relays my fear // Claymore 64 / Claymore 64

Shelter is the Prison

Rest uneasy, this trembling night / Look down, boy… / You caught the bird, not the flight // They say hunger eats itself in time / I die starving, I die fine // Shelter is the prison / Shelter is the prison