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The emptiness of various Corona lockdowns made Focke the Fockmaster. Musically, he tried out various styles to end up where everything once ended. Techno.
With classical eight-year music training on the cello, pubescent excursions into New Wave music, everything followed a logic at the end of the 90s. Techno.
¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
Die Leere diverser Corona-Lockdowns machte Focke zum Fockmaster. Musikalisch probierte er sich stilistisch divers aus, um am Ende dorthin zu gelangen, wo alles einst endete. Techno.
Mit klassischer achtjähriger Musikausbildung am Violoncello, pubertären Ausflügen in die New Wave Musik folgte Ende der 90er Jahre alles einer Logik. Techno.
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CRY LATER
1w ago00:03:22Tap to summarizeCRY LATER by Fockmaster
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What's a Man to Do?
2w ago00:03:42Tap to summarizeMUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/vdoFHIOj9YU Baby, tell me… what's a man supposed to be? La la la la la, la la la la la I used to open doors, now they slam 'em in my face Carry heavy bags, but they say that's out of place Fix the car on Sunday, now they call it toxic grace Every little move I make puts me in last place They want me strong but never loud Protective but never proud Sensitive but not too much I’m walking on a wire, losing every touch What's a man to do? (Tell me, baby, what's a man to do?) When every road I take just leads me back to you Saying all men are trash, all men are the same But you still want my shoulder when you're crying in the rain Oh, what's a man to do? La la la la la, la la la la la I tried to be a leader, they said "Sit down, king" Tried to be a follower, they said "Where's your spine?" Tried to show emotion, got told "Man up, don't you whine" Now I'm stuck in no-man's-land, running out of time They curse the hunter, curse the shield Want the fire but hate the heat Demand the harvest, burn the seed I'm lost between the lines they keep rewriting for me What's a man to do? (Tell me, baby, what's a man to do?) When every road I take just leads me back to you Saying all men are trash, all men are the same But you still want my shoulder when you're crying in the rain Oh, what's a man to do? I was born to stand tall, now I'm shrinking every day Trying to be everything, but nothing feels okay You say you want a real man, but you hate him when he stays Baby, draw the map for me, 'cause I'm lost along the way What's a man to do… when the world's gone upside down? What's a man to do… when every smile becomes a frown? All men are guilty in the court of modern view But darling, without us… tell me, who protects you? Oh, what's a man… what's a man… to do? La la la la la… what's a man to do?
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I trau mi nimma
3w ago00:04:37Tap to summarizeI hob sie gsehn beim Hofer in da Schlang De Hoor so schön, i hob mi kaum beherrscht lang I sog: „Entschuidigung, Sie seng echt super aus" Sie schaut mi o – und dann fliag i raus „Das ist objektifizierung, weißt du des ned?" I steh do, roat im Gsicht, und denk ma: Jetzt is es so weit I wollt nur nett sein, ehrlich, hand aufs Herz Oba nett sein ist heit offenbar a Schmerz I trau mi nimma, i trau mi nimma Kumpliment mochn – des wird imma schlimma I schau aufs Boden, i schau auf mei Schuh Und denk ma: Bruda, hoit einfoch dei Ruh I trau mi nimma, i trau mi nimma De Welt is anders worn, i werd net schlimma I bin ka Böser, i bin kan Trottel, na Oba i schweig jetzt – des is sicherer, ja Beim Date hab i gsagt, sie kocht so guat wie mei Mam „Vergleich mich nicht mit deiner Mutter, Mann" I hob gsagt, sie is stark – „Don't patronize me bitte sehr" I hob gsagt nix mehr – des war leichter, ehrlich gschwor Sie liest Bücher über Patriarchat und Macht I les die Zurückweisung – und lach... eigentlich ned, i wach Um drei in da Nacht und frag mi: Bin i a Problem? Oda darf i einfoch nur ka Wimmerl aufstehn sehn? I trau mi nimma, i trau mi nimma Kumpliment mochn – des wird imma schlimma I schau aufs Boden, i schau auf mei Schuh Und denk ma: Bruda, hoit einfoch dei Ruh I trau mi nimma, i trau mi nimma De Welt is anders worn, i werd net schlimma I bin ka Böser, i bin kan Trottel, na Oba i schweig jetzt – des is sicherer, ja Mei Opa hod zu mei Oma gsagt: „Du bist de Schönste weit und breit" Sie hod gelacht, sie war stolz – des war a andare Zeit Heit überleg i zwanzg Mal jeden Satz Und dann sog i: „Schönes Wetter" – und des is mein Ersatz I trau mi nimma, i trau mi nimma I kauf ma lieba an Kaffee und nimm a Zimma Für mi alloan – mit meim Hund und meim Bier Oba ehrlich gsagt... i vermiss sie trotzdem hier I trau mi nimma... oba irgendwann Kummt vielleicht wer, de des versteht – als Mann Bis dahin schau i aufs Boden, schau auf mei Schuh Und hoff, dass irgendwann... irgendwer sagt: „He, du."
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Fall in love by accident
4w ago00:03:34Tap to summarizeSpotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6iMq5TPurLYfVokdTXyzqE?si=VpgAeqLOTJiFAX9RNZEHxQ She dyed her hair cerulean blue She said my carbon footprint's not cute I've been reading her newsletter But I skipped most of it We fall in love by accident A heavenly coincidence No matter what you think is true Let me introduce you to some Friends of mine, oh, friends of mine Oh, friends of mine, oh, friends of mine She checked my privilege at the door She found two more I didn't know I had before She makes her oat milk from scratch I bought the wrong brand We fall in love by accident A heavenly coincidence No matter what you think is true Let me introduce you to some Friends of mine, oh, friends of mine Oh, friends of mine, oh, friends of mine She sent a thread about my gaze I read it for eleven days She said I'm part of the problem I said which one We fall in love by accident A heavenly coincidence No matter what you think is true Let me introduce you to some Friends of mine, oh, friends of mine Oh, friends of mine, oh, friends of mine She made me watch a four-hour doc About the ethical supply of socks I held her hand in the dark She asked if I consented to that We fall in love by accident A heavenly coincidence No matter what you think is true Let me introduce you to some Friends of mine, oh, friends of mine Oh, friends of mine, oh, friends of mine I'll never love her like I should I would if I understood She's rewriting our shared history I thought we just met We fall in love by accident A heavenly coincidence No matter what you think is true Let me introduce you to some Friends of mine, oh, friends of mine Oh, friends of mine, oh, friends of mine
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LOSE YOURSELF
4w ago00:04:01Tap to summarizeCome closer… Feel it… Let go… Neon lights, it's half past two Everybody's moving, eyes on you Sweat on skin and bass so low You don't need words, your body knows Don't think, just feel the pulse Electric, inevitable You're already mine Pull me in like gravity Body locked in frequency Lose yourself, surrender now Bass and skin, I'll show you how Deeper, deeper, let it take you Every beat was made to break you Close your eyes and move with me Locked in our frequency Hands that speak what lips won't say Midnight turns to breaking day Smoke and mirrors, heat and light You and me, we own this night Don't think, just feel the pulse Electric, inevitable You're already mine Pull me in like gravity Body locked in frequency Lose yourself, surrender now Bass and skin, I'll show you how Deeper, deeper, let it take you Every beat was made to break you Close your eyes and move with me Locked in our frequency Just the beat… Just the heat… Just you… And me… And the frequency… Feel it — feel it — feel it — feel it Don't stop — don't stop — don't stop — now Pull me in like gravity Body locked in frequency Lose yourself, surrender now Bass and skin, I'll show you how Deeper, deeper, let it take you Every beat was made to break you Close your eyes and move with me Locked in our frequency Still moving… Still feeling… Frequency… Frequency…
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UNDER THE BADGE
4w ago00:04:24Tap to summarizeDum dum dum da-da-dum dum Dum dum dum da-da-dum dum Pounding the same streets since '99 Reading the same shadows, reading the same signs A face in the doorway he's seen before A pattern that knocks on a familiar door Collar up, eyes down, he files the report Chooses every word like a man before court But the ink on the page won't say what he knows It's a city of silence and everyone knows This is the weight that he carries alone This is the gap between what's seen and what's shown Pressing down on him — pressing down on him Under the badge, under the vow The thing that he's sworn to is tearing him now Under the badge, under the law Can a man speak the truth of the things that he saw? It's the pressure — it's the pressure Under the badge Twenty-three years and he knows every block Every mother who weeps at the turn of a lock He's stood at the funerals, held the cold hands He's watched whole streets swallowed by shifting sands Now there's a meeting, there's a form to be signed A careful reminder of a carefully drawn line "Your observations are noted, but please be aware —" He stares at the ceiling. He breathes in the air. This is the crack running under the floor This is the question they won't open the door for Pressing down on him — pressing down on him Under the badge, under the oath The fracture that's splitting the two things he loves most Under the badge, under the weight Of a silence that masquerades perfectly as fate It's the pressure — it's the pressure Under the badge Why can't a man say the shape of a thing? Why does the truth have a price tag to bring? Is it the city — or is it the man — Who has run out of room for the truth where he stands? Oooooh — This is the fire he can't let go dark This is the wound in the city's own heart Insanity — laughs under pressure we're cracking Can't we give love one more chance? (But the forms keep stacking — ) Give love, give love, give love — (The silence keeps wrapping — ) Why — can't — we — He drives home slow through the amber-lit roads Past the corner where last Tuesday's story was told His daughter is sleeping, her nightlight still on He sits in the dark thinking — what have we done? He knows what he'll say when they sit him back down He knows what it costs him, he knows what he's found: That a man who stays quiet to keep his career Has already lost the thing that brought him here Under the badge, under the stone The truth is a thing you can't carry alone Under the badge, under the years Of a job that was built on more than a career It's the pressure — God, the pressure — Under the badge This is our last dance… This is ourselves… Under the badge.
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PAIN
Apr 1500:03:51Tap to summarizeFULL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/gae70LUFcrY?si=wC4xrIvsvpRMMC7i When the day is long and the night belongs to fear, when another girl is gone and the news calls it “tragic” here, well hang on. Don’t you dare say the words— “cultural gain,” they sigh, while the pain that nobody feels just multiplies. ’Cause the pain that nobody feels is the price of being kind. Pain that nobody feels while the borders stay blind. Don’t raise your voice, oh no. Don’t raise your voice. If you notice what they’re hiding, no, no, no—you’re the problem, not the crime. If you’re on your own in this sanitized land, the candles burn, the flowers pile, and the politicians smile. When you think you’ve had too much of the “youths” and their knives, well hang on. ’Cause the pain that nobody feels is the vote that keeps them safe. Pain that nobody feels while another coffin’s made. Pain that nobody feels as the headlines gently fade. The pain that nobody feels… every single day. Everybody hurts… but some hurts don’t count. Everybody bleeds… but some blood’s inconvenient. Everybody lies… and the biggest lie is “diversity’s our strength.” ’Cause the pain that nobody feels will never make the front page. Pain that nobody feels is the new European stage. Don’t speak the truth, oh no. Don’t speak the truth. If you see what’s really happening, no, no, no—you’re the one they’ll blame. The pain that nobody feels… keeps marching on the same.
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AFTERTASTE 3
Apr 901:06:37Tap to summarizeJus Deelax - Baileys Dubfire - Roadkill - Meduza & ESSENTIA Remix Extended Anyma - Voices In My Head Deejay Mabo - Tilt - Original Mix Gordo - Loco Loco mostafa ryad - London Eye, Pt. 2 Oxia - Domino - Rework Kevin de Vries - Dance With Me Marcel db - Morphologie Miss Monique - Nomacita - Extended Eli Brown - When I Push - Extended Mix Sam Paganini - Rave - Boris Brejcha Remix PAX - Touch Me - PAX & Rui Da Silva Extended Version MEDUZA - Upside Down (feat. Poppy Baskcomb) - Extended
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My Sharia'mour
Apr 700:03:29Tap to summarizeLa la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, lovely as a veiled moon In the streets of Paris, under crescent light They call the adhan, from morning till night Once it was baguettes and freedom in the air Now it's halal markets everywhere Minarets rising where cathedrals stood Whispers of jihad, misunderstood? My Sharia'mour, why do you hide your face? My Sharia'mour, this isn't our old place My Sharia'mour, Europe’s changing fast My Sharia'mour, will the old ways last? La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, swimming in the Seine no more Burkinis banned then back, what a funny show Polygamy whispers in the legal glow Beer gardens empty, pork is off the shelf Tolerance taught us to check ourselves No-go zones growing in the heart of town Critics silenced when the mob comes down My Sharia'mour, why do you hide your face? My Sharia'mour, this isn't our old place My Sharia'mour, Europe’s changing fast My Sharia'mour, will the old ways last? I see the future in your covered eyes Submission written in the western skies From Stockholm to Marseille, the call to prayer Replaces bells that used to fill the air My Sharia'mour... darling, can't you see? My Sharia'mour... what have we let be? My Sharia'mour... Europe’s fading song My Sharia'mour... tell me, where did we go wrong? La la la la la la, la la la la la la... ### FÜR ALMAMNS ÜBERSETZUNG INS DEUTSCHE: La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, schön wie ein verschleierter Mond In den Straßen von Paris, unterm Halbmond-Licht Rufen sie den Adhan, von morgens bis zur Nacht Früher waren Baguettes und Freiheit in der Luft Jetzt gibt’s Halal-Märkte überall Minarette ragen dort, wo einst Kathedralen standen Flüstern von Dschihad – bloß missverstanden? My Sharia'mour, warum verbirgst du dein Gesicht? My Sharia'mour, das ist nicht mehr unser altes Land My Sharia'mour, Europa wandelt sich so schnell My Sharia'mour, werden die die alten Gewohnheiten besteh’n? La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Sharia'mour, in der Seine baden wir nicht mehr Burkinis mal verboten, dann wieder erlaubt – welch lust’ges Spiel Vielweiberei flüstert schon im neuen Recht Biergärten leer, Schweinefleisch aus dem Regal Toleranz hat uns gelehrt, uns selbst zu zügeln No-Go-Zonen wachsen mitten in der Stadt Kritiker verstummen, wenn der Mob erscheint My Sharia'mour, warum verbirgst du dein Gesicht? My Sharia'mour, as ist nicht mehr unser altes Land My Sharia'mour, Europa wandelt sich so schnell My Sharia'mour, werden wir bestehen? Ich seh’ die Zukunft in deinen verhüllten Augen Unterwerfung steht geschrieben an westlichen Himmeln Von Stockholm bis Marseille erklingt der Gebetsruf Und ersetzt die Glocken, die einst die Luft erfüllten My Sharia'mour… Liebling, siehst du’s nicht? My Sharia'mour… was haben wir nur zugelassen? My Sharia'mour… Europas Lied verblasst My Sharia'mour… sag mir, wo sind wir falsch abgebogen? La la la la la la, la la la la la la…
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Oh my Scharia
Apr 600:04:09Tap to summarizeOh my Scharia by Fockmaster
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