http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/OhLord-Ses225-160214-M-Mic01-MasOz.mp3 A real story as a radio play :
As one strolls cool and smart through the city. . .
turns around the corner and does not trust his eyes !
A man lies on the floor of the walkway in this cold, wrapped in a lot of blankets
. . . so not “cool”, but incredibly cool!
Stunned about which degree must have occurred from brutalization ,
around here to be able to pass without compassion. . .
he screams : “Beat my heart .. my heart beat ..! ”
Unstoppable , the piece slides more and more unbearable :
Overpowering a monstrous space in which one opens desperate
trying to make itself heard : Beat my heart !
Turning around in a line . . ? This is not so ! (Hence the desperation ) .
Respite. . .. . . yet it gets worse !
Oh Lord ! then the evil is presented unvarnished …
and because he seems to be far away sooo , the concern is
Here articulated accordingly loud . . .
Respite …
then : “once we had a golden dream” – of compassion and togetherness.
The real story then ends with a discreetly under the beer bottle
pushed bill – not as a drain , but from genuine compassion !
This piece will LOUD Vedas heard!
This pandemonium was also live so unbearably loud and ( by means of several of superimposed loops) fat that our bass player briefly hearing reduced to the left channel – sorry for that !