Dust of time or: Time is dust.
LIVE : directly as it came to my fingers from the noisy trains running here around.
This time lights are bright … of course they come when you’re SpaceRocking!
… beyond Mars!
That happens when I’m alone in the attic …
This might be a good title for a next solo album …
Time Travel compilation: 12 REMASTERED, recent and older TRACKS – For the REAL CD with printed artworks and your personal numbered Time Travel Ticket and suggestions,
mail to: firstname.lastname@example.org
After hours of (music) meditation I’ve come to the conclusion that music’s not a killer gun: even Death Metal disappears in front of real bombs.
Eventually and just in rare cases … music is a way to reach my enemies and ask them: What the fuck are you doing?
.. and I’m glad to introduce you: Sir Oliver Lodge