The sound for polyphonic flight is versatile than ever, on the rough rock scraps for monitoring State two point something (Menschenverachtendverliebt) follows angejazzter Electric Soul with blumfeldschem Poetry Patchwork (downtown illusions), after Fuzzfunk of Hirnf *** there fleets dropout Rockn Roll (Make me from the field ) and the dark spot collapsing metaphor Disco Bear. Somehow it goes on toward the abyss, a wry grin and tortured to surrender (Here comes the end, we have tried everything, here comes the turn, where the flight comes to flight), things will certainly no longer (with Job Sch **** and also without) and to poor final you just go in the bad winter small city and is so incredibly cold and broken, that is a very clammy around anxiously throbbing hearts How about because times with warm? one asks sheepishly and knows the answer but already
Properly cheerful so things will not go here, as well as half of life over all dreams robbed, the outlook over cloudy. Also Spilker has obviously too little to live and too much to die and are still, he assures the last idiots jedwedem Shitstorm despite the stubborn, the Indomitable (My umbrella spans the globe). Mediocrity rules the world for too long and it has, (s) an ongoing issue, finally ruined, which is why it can be for even scoff wonderfully snappy. The best thing there at the end: How much damage has been with you? male, white, heterosexual, middle class anyway without anger, without anger, so you do it all right. Spilker and his star stay, that's for sure, bilious enough old mild to others. You on the other hand paddles continue with an outstretched middle finger to the heartbeat of the ailing Republic somehow comforting. mapambulo: blog
