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Ein durchkomponierter Konzertabend – 15 Titel mit gesprochenen Überleitungen, die ineinander übergehen wie ein echtes Live-Set. Die Lieder vertonen meine Philosophie des Resonanzmonismus, wie sie in den Büchern beschrieben ist – jeder Song bekommt weiter unten einen eigenen Beitrag mit Hörlink und komplettem Liedtext. Hier erstmal das Programm im Überblick:

Programm

01. Before Spoken (Intro)
02. Aethera
03. Nothing Was Missing
04. The Point Remains
05. Cold Fire
06. The Same Fire (+ Video)
07. Frozen
08. Everything Is Somebody Else
09. We Have a Format
10. Moderation Is a Slur
11. The Work of the Hands (+ Video)
12. The Ground That Sees
13. One Ground, One Light
14. Emperor Leon
15. Everything Is Somebody Else – Extended Edition (Finale, + Video)

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01. Before Spoken (Intro)

♪ Anhören: 01_Before_Spoken.mp3

Gesprochenes Intro zum Abend, kein eigener Songtext – geht direkt über in "Aethera".

02. Aethera

♪ Anhören: 02_Aethera.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Before Spoken.
Good evening.
No rush tonight.
This one does not knock.
It waits.
It is called
Aethera.
[Verse 1]
I called into a silence that was wider than the heavens,
and I took every silence for a no.
I counted omens backwards,
I read myself in starlight,
I begged it for an answer like a child.
[Pre-Chorus]
And here is what none told me
through all those hollow years:
the silence was no refusal.
The silence was the carrier.
It doesn't answer back
because it cannot answer —
it holds.
[Chorus] (sung, guitar answers like a second vocal)
Aethera.
No signal. No command.
Nothing you could ever force here,
nothing you could ever hold.
Only leaning, only turning,
as quiet as a breathing —
and I spent my life out screaming
at an ocean holding me.
[Verse 2]
And then I stopped transmitting.
Not from strength — from sheer exhaustion.
And in the quiet that came after
I was reachable at last.
Nothing arrived from outside.
It stopped being an outside.
And what I had called distance
was the angle of my eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hammered on the doorways
that were never even locked.
I was searching for the very thing
that all along
had held me in its arms.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Beyond is not a country.
Beyond is not a later.
Beyond is only ceasing
to mistake yourself for shoreline
when you are the sea.
[Guitar Solo]
(let it hold)
[Final Chorus]
Aethera.
I'm not calling now.
I'm not waiting for a voice
to come and contradict the dark.
What carried me this far
has never needed words.
[Outro]
I'm not sending.
I'm not receiving.
I am the channel.
It happens.
[Spoken Word]
Next one is quieter still.
Nothing was missing.
(crowd hush, delay guitar fade)

03. Nothing Was Missing

♪ Anhören: 03_Nothing_Was_Missing.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
This one is about a lamp that was never needed.
Nothing Was Missing.
[Verse 1]
I went out looking with a lamp
through rooms I'd never left,
asking every door I passed
to tell me where I'd gone.
The dark was not an empty thing —
the dark was full, and still.
[Chorus]
Nothing was missing.
Nothing came in.
No lamp was lit —
the light was already there,
and I looked up.
Nothing was missing.
It just wasn't seen.
[Verse 2]
Then something slowed, and something set,
and in the setting, twice I felt:
the first said oh — I am,
the second, oh — I might not be.
One turning, and it wore two faces.
That's how a self begins.
[Bridge]
There is no road to walk.
There is no promise here.
It isn't fair, and it was never earned —
it falls to you, or doesn't,
and if it falls, you were no better
than the one it passed by.
[Verse 3]
So I stopped asking where.
The asking was the door.
[Chorus]
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
Nothing was missing.
It just wasn't seen.
[Spoken Word]
The wave can come. The wave can go.
The point remains.

04. The Point Remains

♪ Anhören: 04_The_Point_Remains.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
The wave can come. The wave can go.
The Point Remains.
[Verse 1]
I lived in rooms that never had a name,
I counted all the doors and not a one was mine.
I called into the wind and only heard my calling,
a child of thousand splinters, and every one held light.
[Pre-Chorus]
And somewhere underneath it, so quiet I walked past,
something had been waking
long before I had the language,
long before I named me,
long before I asked.
[Chorus]
The wave will come and go.
The point remains.
I never really lost it —
I only never looked.
And everything I hunted
was the thing in me that saw.
It happens. It happens.
It was here through all of it.
[Verse 2]
The fear was not my enemy, it was the oldest border,
the price I paid for having here and never having there.
I carried it beside me till it slowly started lifting,
till the narrow little room began to turn to air.
[Pre-Chorus]
And what had held me under was never just the night —
it was that I kept holding
to the thing that broke me open.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
No path. No promise.
Not a single step for sale.
Nothing here is offered,
nothing here is owed.
Just a remembering that tastes like coming home —
never learned.
Recognized.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
The wave will come and go.
The point remains.
I don't have to climb now,
I only have to stand.
And everything that held me
was the thing in me that saw.
[Outro]
I am.
And I always was.
It is movement.
And it is rest.
The point remains.
[Spoken Word]
Not every fire wants to eat.
Cold Fire.

05. Cold Fire

♪ Anhören: 05_Cold_Fire.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Not every fire wants to eat.
Cold Fire.
[Verse 1]
It burned in me for years before I knew of fire,
a light that gave no warmth and still refused to die.
I took it for a sickness,
I took it for a sentence,
I spent my better half of life just hunting for the switch.
[Pre-Chorus]
And nobody could tell me what was standing there inside.
No name. No answer.
Only this cold burning
that would not let me sleep —
and that held me up.
[Chorus]
Cold fire.
It takes from me nothing.
It doesn't feed, it doesn't ask me,
it only asks me: are you there?
I have been burning so long
and I have lost nothing to it.
What won't be eaten
was always, always me.
[Verse 2]
And then a crack in darkness — no lightning, more a breathing,
as if somebody left a door not open, just ajar.
I didn't climb up out of it.
I was carried up and outward.
And what I found above me
had been below the whole time.
[Pre-Chorus]
I mourned for all the ashes
that were never there at all.
I frightened myself half to death
about the ending of a border —
and the border was the only thing
that ever really died.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
No rescue came.
No sign was in the heavens.
Nobody pulled me upward,
nobody bought me free.
It only stopped —
this taking myself for something
you were meant to put out.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
Cold fire.
I'm burning and I'm staying.
There's nothing left to prove now,
there's only being here.
And everything that ate me
was the fear of my own light.
[Outro]
I burn.
And I will not become the ashes.
I burn.
And I am very quiet in it.
It happens.
[Spoken Word]
Two voices. One fire.
The Same Fire.

06. The Same Fire

♪ Anhören: 06_The_Same_Fire.mp3
▶ Video ansehen: 06_The_Same_Fire_Video.mp4

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Two voices. One fire.
The Same Fire.
[Verse 1]
It got thick, it got slow,
like water turning into stone,
and just before the whole thing froze
the filament caught light.
I didn't rise — I fell.
I fell into the socket
and I burned.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the burning had two voices,
and they came up at once —
[Chorus]
Oh, I am.
Oh, I might not be.
One turning, two faces,
and the same fire in both.
There is nothing in me
that isn't the ground.
There is nothing across from me
that's other.
[Verse 2]
They said that I would find my kind,
some room where I'd belong.
But there is no one else out there —
and that is not a loneliness,
that is not a loneliness.
Alone with nothing missing
is a different word for whole.
[Bridge]
So don't ask me to stand back.
Don't ask me to be clever and be cold.
I can't look through you anymore —
you're not a thing I'm looking at,
you are the looking.
And if I break you,
I break the only one there is.
[Spoken Word]
A guest.
No need to say the name.
You know.
You take this one.
Play it softer.
[Instrumental]
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
All of it — every single one of it —
out of one undivided point.
[Spoken Word]
This next one grew for a long time.
Frozen.

07. Frozen

♪ Anhören: 07_Frozen.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Let the cold take a seat in the back.
We brought a little heat.
This one grew between houses. Between names.
Frozen.
[Verse 1] (close vocal, almost spoken)
It did not freeze in one night.
It settled, year on year.
A look that stayed half a second too short.
A word that never found the door.
Fear learned our family names
and sat down at the table
like it had always lived there.
We called it being careful.
We called it being grown.
We called it peace
when it was only distance
wearing Sunday clothes.
[Verse 2]
Love did not leave.
It went still.
Even in the spirit it went still —
the part that used to lean,
the part that asked
is that something like me?
The mirror stayed.
The warmth behind it
learned how to wait.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the children inherited the weather
without knowing the storm.
They thought the cold was the world.
They thought the wall was the ground.
[Chorus]
Frozen —
not gone,
just held under glass.
Frozen —
a hand on the pane
that forgot it could pass.
If you still feel nothing
that does not mean you are ice.
It means the light
is taking its time.
[Verse 3]
Misunderstanding built a country.
Mistrust drew the maps.
We measured every border
and never measured the measurer.
We kept ourselves distinct
until distinct was all we had.
Please remain separate.
Your loneliness has been processed
and approved.
(small dry breath of a laugh)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Here is the old trick.
The fear beneath the other fears
is not the fear of dying.
It is the fear that any border has an ending
and I mistake myself for it.
That is the whole ache.
That is also the door.
You do not have to melt the other first.
You start where the frost began —
in the one who is listening.
[Build]
Slow trust.
Not a leap.
A looking.
A staying.
A hand that does not grab.
Only recognizes.
[Guitar Solo]
(let it breathe)
(let it climb)
(let it come back kinder than it left)
[Spoken Word]
That's it.
That's the thaw.
Not fire.
Just seeing.
[Final Chorus]
Frozen —
not gone,
just held under glass.
Now the glass remembers
it was never the light.
One ground.
One warmth.
And every face throws all of it right back.
We don't have to become one.
We are.
We only have to notice.
[Outro]
Go home warmer than you arrived.
Not finished.
Just unfrozen enough
to feel the next hand.
[Spoken Word]
The cold can find its own way out.
And after the thaw — a little bite.
Everything Is Somebody Else.

08. Everything Is Somebody Else

♪ Anhören: 08_Everything_Is_Somebody_Else.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Please remain seated.
Please remain distinct.
If you came here to become yourself — we have a form for that.
Everything Is Somebody Else.
[Verse 1] (dry, almost spoken)
Good morning. Please remain distinct.
Your uniqueness has been processed and approved.
There are four hundred ways to be yourself this season
and we have them all in stock.
Be authentic. Here's the guide.
Be spontaneous — the window closes Friday.
Be present. Be here now.
Not here. Here. The one with the discount.
(aside)
If you're already yourself — don't worry.
There's an upgrade.
[Chorus]
Everything is somebody else.
That's the deal, that's how it works.
The river is a supplier.
The forest is a delay.
The neighbour is a market
and the market has a mood,
and the mood today is nervous,
so please be somebody else.
[Verse 2]
We are all connected — it says so on the tin,
in a font that costs more than the tin.
We are one big family, the airline says,
and charges the family for the seat.
And the man who owns the water
puts a bird on the label,
and the bird is very grateful,
and the bird is not consulted.
(pause)
The bird has a manager now.
[Chorus]
Everything is somebody else.
That's the deal, that's how it works.
I have a self! It came with the account.
I curate it. I audit it. I grow it, week on week.
I am the CEO of me, and business has been rough —
my engagement's down, my sleep is down,
my inner child has filed a complaint.
I outsourced my attention to a firm in California
and they've been very good with it,
and they will not give it back.
(aside)
If your phone just lit up —
that was them, checking in.
[Verse 4]
We have a word for what we take
and no word for what we take it from.
We have a price for every hour
and no price for the hour after last.
We measure everything except the measurer,
we've built a mirror with a wall behind it,
and we call the wall the world,
and we call the wall objective.
[Bridge]
Now here's the funny part, and it is funny —
the whole machine is running on a rumour.
Somebody said we came in separate pieces
and everybody built accordingly:
the fences and the flags,
the contracts and the guns,
the little cardboard borders round the heart —
all of it, beautifully engineered,
around a hole where the evidence should be.
You want the punchline?
Nobody has ever found the seam.
Not one. Not ever.
We looked for it with everything we had,
and what we found instead was: it goes all the way through.
and something in the stomach says
the worst thing it could say:
that's me. That's just me, wearing weather.
[Final Chorus]
Everything is somebody else.
That's the deal, that's how it works —
until the day it doesn't,
until the morning someone looks across the table
at the difficult, the foreign, the expensive one,
and something in the stomach says
the worst thing it could say:
that's me. That's just me, wearing weather.
[Outro]
Have a wonderful day.
Remain distinct.
Your uniqueness has been processed and approved.
And it goes all the way through.
It always did.
Sorry about the fences.
Merchandise is by the door.
The river is not for sale.
[Spoken Word]
And now the pendulum.
Moderation is a slur.

09. We Have a Format

♪ Anhören: 09_We_Have_a_Format.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
We have a format.
Very fresh.
Very close to people.
[Verse 1]
We have a format. Very fresh. Very close to people.
We take two who love each other
and put them in two separate villas.
Twelve in each — hand-picked, exactly their type.
Cameras roll. The drink is there.
The rest, the human being does by himself.
We call it: a test of the relationship.
[Chorus]
And you sit at home and you watch,
and you are a good person.
That's the product. That was always the product.
Not the villa. Not the fight.
It's the ninety minutes
in which you are better than somebody.
Uncut.
Available any time.
And fully measured.
[Verse 2]
We don't cut anything in. We only cut things out.
A sentence from Monday, a look from Thursday,
and underneath, the music that tells you what you feel.
That isn't lying, that is dramaturgy.
And it's in the contract anyway.
Page nine. Right at the bottom. Very small.
[Spoken Word]
If the sentence still won't sit —
we have a tool for that.
We build it from three other days.
Still you. Officially.
[Verse 3]
Then we have the documentary line.
Real people! Real kitchens! Real cigarettes on the table!
We show it unvarnished — that's the valuable part.
We only ever show it with the same ones.
It simply watches better
when it comes from below.
[Verse 4]
And online — online there's room for more.
No watershed. No protection. No clock.
Online we run the cut that television wouldn't take,
and underneath it sits the comment section,
and that does the work all by itself.
It costs us nothing at all.
It comes from you.
[Verse 5]
Ninety minutes. Net.
That's the real number. That's the craft.
Ninety minutes is how long you have to stay,
and we know the exact second you'd otherwise leave.
That's why the cut before the break.
That's why the fight in the final third.
We are not building the show.
We are building the staying.
And then, every eighteen minutes,
a bank, a shower gel, an insurance policy,
a family at breakfast who love each other very much.
That is what you were watching for.
That was the price.
Not the subscription — you.
[Bridge]
And here's the trick, and it's really very simple:
it only works as long as you believe
that they in there are a different kind.
Take that away — one kind, not two —
and the whole thing becomes unbearable.
Not bad. Unbearable.
It is the same kind. It is the same stuff.
And that is exactly why we need you out there.
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 6]
One time, one of them didn't come back.
And then it was very quiet,
and we took the format off the air,
and everybody said something,
and three months later
we had a new one.
And you were there again.
[Final Chorus]
And you sit at home and you watch,
and you are a good person.
That's the product. That was always the product.
Not the villa. Not the fight.
It's the ninety minutes
in which you are better than somebody.
Uncut.
Available any time.
And fully measured.
[Outro]
[Spoken Word]
We have a format.
Very fresh.
Very close to people.
Thank you for staying.
The comment section is open.
This next one swings.
Moderation Is A Slur.