Konzert – Programm & Setlist (15 Titel)

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10. Moderation Is a Slur

♪ Anhören: 10_Moderation_Is_a_Slur.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Tonight nobody is going to tell you what to think.
Well. Almost nobody.
Moderation Is A Slur.
[Verse 1] (laid-back, sardonic)
The forest used to be a warehouse
and the animal a number in a shed.
Question that back then, and you're a crank —
question it now, and your turn is coming round.
The pendulum has only two speeds:
far too late — and then immediately too far.
[Verse 2]
Yesterday's rebel has a form now.
He checks the language. He has a list. He's right.
And if you're not entirely certain,
you are entirely on the wrong side.
We abolished the church
and kept the catechism.
[Chorus]
From one extreme into the other,
and nobody stops in the middle.
Moderation is a slur —
lukewarm, gutless, inconvenient —
and it is the only place
where you can still see the other one.
The pendulum swings.
The pendulum swings back.
[Verse 3] (softer)
And please don't get me wrong here:
the animal is right. The forest is right.
The word that leaves nobody out is right.
It's the tone. The tone comes with a warning label,
and down in the small print it says:
in excess, effects may reverse.
[Verse 4] (deadpan)
Then somebody stands up: everything will change!
And everybody cheers: at last! At last, something new!
And what he's selling is about as new
as a moustache in a family album.
We've had it twice already.
It's in the books. The books are on the shelf.
You'd only have to open one —
but they have so many pages.
[Bridge]
And here's the trick, and it's the same one on both sides:
both of them need somebody to blame.
Both of them need an outside,
or the whole machine won't start.
One of them says: them, up there.
The other says: them, back there.
And nobody says: hold on —
if there's nobody out there,
who exactly are we fighting?
[Chorus]
[Verse 5] (quiet)
Measure is not half of everything.
Measure is not: a little injustice, please.
Measure is walking on
and still watching where you put your feet.
It is the hardest exercise there is.
It's in nobody's manifesto.
It isn't even loud.
[Guitar Solo]
[Drum Solo]
[Final Chorus]
From one extreme into the other,
and nobody stops in the middle.
Moderation is a slur —
lukewarm, gutless, inconvenient —
and it is the only place
where you can still see the other one.
The pendulum swings.
The pendulum swings back.
[Outro]
The pendulum swings.
The pendulum swings back.
And someday — this is the only hope I've got —
it gets tired
and stops in the middle.
And that is where the work begins.
[Spoken Word]
After the swing — the work.
The Work Of The Hands.

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11. The Work of the Hands

♪ Anhören: 11_The_Work_of_the_Hands.mp3
▶ Video ansehen: 11_The_Work_of_the_Hands_Video.mp4

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
This one does not arrive with trumpets.
The Work Of The Hands.
[Verse 1]
It didn't come with trumpets.
Nobody won.
It came the way a thaw comes —
one street, then the next,
and then you couldn't say
which morning it had started.
Somebody put down a crate of bread
and didn't count who took it.
That was all.
That was the whole of it.
[Verse 2]
They kept the roads. They kept the ledgers.
Nobody burned the banks.
They only asked a different question first,
before they signed a thing:
not what does it earn,
not who does it beat —
what does it cost the one across from me,
and is that one me?
[Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Verse 3]
The factories are quieter now.
They build the kind of thing that lasts,
and when it breaks they fix it —
which used to be a joke,
and now it's just a trade.
The children learn two things at school:
how to read the world,
and how to notice they are reading.
[Verse 4]
And work got small again. Not poor. Small.
Close enough to see the end of it.
My hands did this. That roof. That row of beans.
That woman got her medicine.
A man can carry that
and sleep the whole night through.
We were never meant to move
what we could never see.
[Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Bridge]
It isn't paradise. Don't tell them that.
People still get tired. People still get hard.
There are winters, and there are wrongs,
and someone will always want more than his share.
But the story underneath has changed,
and a story is the strongest tool there is —
we used to say that we were separate,
and everything we built said so.
[Verse 5]
Now say the other thing.
Say it in the tax code. Say it in the wells.
Say it in how we treat the ones
who cannot pay us back —
the old, the slow, the strangers at the gate,
the ones not born yet,
who cannot vote and cannot thank us
and will have to live in what we leave.
[Spoken Word]
A friend on the sax.
[Saxophone Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Outro]
I won't see much of it.
That's alright. That's the shape of it.
You plant a thing you don't get to sit under —
that's not a sacrifice,
that's just what planting is.
One point. One ground.
Every stranger. Every stone.
Pass it on.
[Spoken Word]
And now the ground itself.
The Ground That Sees.

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12. The Ground That Sees

♪ Anhören: 12_The_Ground_That_Sees.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Before the first word.
The Ground That Sees.
[Verse 1]
Before the first word,
before the first divide,
there was something that was simply what it was —
so plainly, so completely what it was
that it never noticed it was anything at all.
No name. No edge. No one to ask.
Just that.
[Verse 2]
And then — not later, there was no later —
the plainness came undone.
Not broken. Only questioned.
As if a stillness turned and did not know its face,
and in the not-knowing
the first motion moved.
That's where the patterns come from.
That's where we come from.
[Chorus]
The ground does not want.
The ground is not waiting.
Seeing is not what it does —
seeing is what it is.
And it never went away,
and it never came near,
and nothing was ever hidden.
It only wasn't seen.
[Verse 3]
Now hold the pattern. Hold it. Hold it longer.
Feel it thicken under your hands,
water, then honey, then glass,
until it will not move at all —
and there it is,
the small cold hand around your chest:
oh. I am.
And underneath it: oh. I might not be.
[Bridge]
That fear is not a warning.
Nothing is warning you.
That fear is what it feels like
to be one thing and losable,
to be lit and to be held,
to burn because you're caught.
The filament does not choose to shine.
It shines because it can't get through.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
So I stopped trying to get there.
There is no there.
I am not a visitor. I am not a spark
that flew off something greater
and has to find its way back home.
There is nothing in me
that isn't the ground.
And the one in front of me —
that isn't someone else.
[Bridge 2] (spoken)
I could be wrong.
I want you to know that I could be wrong.
I built this so that it can fall,
and I will tell you where to push.
There is no road here.
There is no promise here.
It isn't fair —
it falls to you or it doesn't,
and if it falls, you were no better
than the one it passed by.
[Spoken Word]
The steel guitar.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
The ground does not want.
The ground is not waiting.
Seeing is not what it does —
seeing is what it is.
And it never went away,
and it never came near,
and nothing was ever hidden.
It only wasn't seen.
[Outro]
All of it.
Every stone, every dog, every stranger,
every hour you thought you wasted,
every face you'll never see again —
all of it,
out of one undivided point.
And it is not far.
It was never far.
[Spoken Word]
One ground. One light.

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13. One Ground, One Light

♪ Anhören: 13_One_Ground_One_Light.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Before there was a time.
One Ground, One Light.
[Verse] (from the intro lines, sung quietly)
Before there was a time, there was awakeness.
Not a knowing. Not a wanting.
Just a being-here without an edge
that had not seen itself.
[Verse 1]
And then there came a question, the first one ever asked,
and it was not from fear — it was from leaning:
What am I?
And since there was no eye that could have answered,
the ground went and it built itself a mirror.
[Verse 2]
The mirror held as long as any mirror holds,
and then it broke to pieces, and the pieces were uncounted,
and every single piece of it became a face —
and every single piece believed that it was on its own.
That was the separation.
That was the fear.
That's where the war began,
long before there were any weapons.
[Chorus]
One ground. One light.
And every shard throws all of it right back.
Not a piece of you,
not a scrap of me —
the whole of it,
in every single face.
And anyone who sees this once
will never find a person left
that they would need to conquer.
[Verse 3]
The fear that lies 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 trick.
That is the whole ache.
And that is also the door.
[Pre-Chorus]
Because the border stays.
The shard remains a shard.
I only need not be it.
And in the very moment that I see this,
the fear does not lose its reason —
it just loses its grip.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
And here is what the deepest channel teaches,
and it isn't a morality, it's how the thing is built:
force does not arrive there.
No lever grips, no order travels through,
no empire, and no army, and no price.
The only thing that moves at all down there
is recognition.
Not a seizing.
A recognizing.
[Breakdown] (quiet)
No path is being sold here.
No heaven is being promised.
No office and no middleman, no gatekeeper,
nobody standing between you and what you are.
There's only one thing to do,
and it's hardly even doing:
look.
And recognize.
[Verse 4]
Now imagine that it drops for two of us.
Then ten. Then for a thousand.
Not as doctrine, not as banner,
but in silence, in one human being after another,
like a light that comes on in the scattered windows
of a city that intended to keep sleeping.
No leader necessary.
No confession.
Only people who stop
seeing the enemy in one another,
because they see in one another
the same thing looking out.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
One ground. One light.
And every shard throws all of it right back.
It is your light.
It is my light.
It was never once divided,
it was only ever scattered.
And whatever has been scattered
can find its way together —
not to melt,
just to recognize.
[Outro]
We don't have to become one.
We are.
We only have to notice.
And on the day we notice,
something ends
that has gone on long enough.
The wave will come and go.
The ground remains.
It happens.
[Spoken Word]
And now — the Emperor.
Leon.

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14. Emperor Leon

♪ Anhören: 14_Emperor_Leon.mp3

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Easy now... easy now...
The Emperor is awake.
Emperor Leon.
[Verse 1]
Half past five in the morning and the Emperor has decided
that the wet food cannot wait around till seven.
He's sitting on the back of your knees, he's butting at your chin,
and the look says: I have waited here for aeons.
[Pre-Chorus]
First the dry, the kind you have to hear,
then the wet, the kind you have to smell,
and then the milk, and make it now —
water? Water is for plants.
[Chorus]
Emperor Leon, red-brown and round,
he don't need a way and he don't need a ground.
No chip, no protocol, no system counting him —
he was simply there,
and that was that decided.
Oh, Emperor Leon,
tell me how you do it.
[Verse 2]
Mrs Brandt was far too slow — no word of protest spoken,
he turns around and marches down the wall.
A cat of the world maintains a second residence,
and Erik only says:
The Emperor has changed provinces tonight.
[Pre-Chorus]
Effort means nothing to the Emperor.
The Emperor is interested in results.
And the result here is the tin,
and the tin is due right now.
[Chorus]
Emperor Leon, red-brown and round,
The vacuum robot's humming, his sworn and ancient enemy —
it used to have a cord and a human on the end.
That it drives itself these days has never ended the war,
it only straightened out the front,
and the Emperor withdraws into his cave of felt.
[Bridge]
And the snow, the snow, he marches out in it,
head held high through a kingdom redecorated without asking,
leaving a trail of small, offended craters
and acting like every one of them was meant.
Every paw a humiliation —
but a private one.
And private humiliations,
an emperor bears with dignity,
as long as nobody's watching.
Nobody was watching.
[Verse 4]
And the old woman in the waiting room let a sentence fall,
so offhand that she didn't even mean it:
you only have to stop wanting to be somewhere else.
She left and never thought of it again.
Leon on the lap
just blinked once, slowly.
Because Leon's known that all along.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
Emperor Leon, red-brown and round —
no way, no stairs, no method and no course.
He's lying in the sun, he has nothing left to reach for,
he is simply there,
and that is entirely enough.
Oh, Emperor Leon,
you knew it all along.
[Outro]
And if you go and ask him,
he opens up one eye,
he looks at you —
and closes it again.
Only milk. No water.
Only sun. No plan.
It happens, man.
It happens.
[Spoken Word]
The Emperor is done.
One more — the Ultimate Edition.

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15. Everything Is Somebody Else – Extended Edition (Finale)

♪ Anhören: 15_Everything_Is_Somebody_Else_Extended_Edition.mp3
▶ Video ansehen: 15_Everything_Is_Somebody_Else_Extended_Edition_Video.mp4

[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
One more.
The Ultimate Edition.
Which is a joke.
Unless you paid for it.
Then it's a package.
Please remain seated.
Please remain distinct.
If you came here to become yourself —
we have a form for that.
It's by the door.
There's a queue.
This is
Everything Is Somebody Else.
[Spoken Word]
Have a wonderful day.
Remain distinct.
Your uniqueness has been processed and approved.
If you came here to become yourself —
we have a form for that.
It's by the door.
There's a queue.
This is
Everything Is Somebody Else.
[Verse 1] (dry, almost spoken, smile in the voice)
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.
[Spoken Word]
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 tonight 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.
[Spoken Word]
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.
[Spoken Word]
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.
[Verse 5] (dry)
So sue me. Sue the river.
Get the forest on the phone.
Take the wind to arbitration,
we'll be reasonable, we'll settle out of court.
Or — and I'm only thinking out loud here —
we could try the other rumour.
It's cheaper. It's been available for ages.
It just doesn't scale, and nobody makes a cent.
[Guitar Solo]
[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]
[Spoken Word]
Have a wonderful day.
Remain distinct.
Your uniqueness has been processed and approved.
Merchandise is by the door.
The river is not for sale.
Thank you.
Go home as you are.
Goodnight.