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ILLUSION OF CONTROL
(written 2019/recorded 2019)
contains impromptu no 2 in a flat major, D 935
by Franz Schubert/1797-1828

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we‘re out on some ocean
we‘re out on the sea
the vessel goes somewhere
fog‘s all that we can see
we‘re waiting, we‘re waiting
for time to pass by
we‘re rowing, we‘re rowing
and still we see no sky
but sometimes
the ship stops
and no-one knows why
an iceberg
some foul ground
unknown to the eye
and then we will move up to
the dim entertainment deck
and start to whirl
we‘re dancing pirouettes
our eyes in trance closed
sometime the ship sets off
and we‘ll step down to
the rowing deck where we
are happy that we‘ve
regained control on grounds
of our liturgy

back then, before everything had collapsed
there had been much aimless activism
there had been so many lip services
but we survived, at least we think we did

in the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king
in the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king

so much that was advantageous for the
individual turned out to be harmful
to the community, but privily,
everyone hoped for a big miracle
a big invention to solve all problems
at once, at once, a reverse steam engine
we all dreamed of a reverse steam engine

with a whip we drive the universe before us
once we were drowned in options, in alternatives
but since then we fortunately have moved way backwards
enlightenment was far too much for us too much
we had believed in empty concepts had believed
we had believed in a rah-rah rally we had
treated the world as the largest testing ground imaginable

back then we could not stop
the catastrophy from happening
nobody, no-one could
collective illusion of control

a bunch of one-eyed men
is out on the sea
their vessel goes somewhere
fog‘s all that they can see
they‘re dancing pirouettes
their eyes in trance closed
and hoping, they‘re hoping
for another outpost
sometimes though
their ship stops
and no-one knows why
a kraken
a shallows
they think they will die
and then they will move up to
the dim entertainment deck
and start to whirl
they‘re rowing, they‘re rowing
they‘re happy that they‘ve
regained control on grounds
of their liturgy
they‘re waiting, they‘re waiting
for time to pass by
they‘re rowing, they‘re rowing
and still see no sky
and still see no sky
and still see no sky

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