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The Xpert – production vlog, celebrial archives and lyrics of a true nerd

The Xpert has read everything that’s ever been written. He knows any author and can quote passages from any book at any time. if a lady wants to spend time with him (which apparently happens quite frequently) she has to write him letters devoteldly asking him for information and one day she might be accepted into the realm of the Xperts celebrial archives.

here’s how I’m going to record the Xpert:

here’s what the Xpert told me:

give me a book and I read it
as long as it’s heavy as lead
give me books long forgotton and rare
I read them all as long as they’re not popular
I read them all, and I understand them
I can quote passages from them at any given time
a 17 I looked like 47
but the more I read the more I stay the same
give me a name, be assured I know it
cause I’m the Xpert in any given field

I look like a cupboard that’s never been opened
I could graduate from any school at any given time
if I say “I don’t know” you know it’s a lie
I just say it so you can say something as well
my world is only books and listeners.

I honor your silence with my speach
I never tell the same tale twice
and everything I say is utterly important
I just regret I have to sleep like any regular guy

and if your only desire is to detect a lie in my speach
be aware, baby, I’m the Xpert
I’m the Xpert in any given field

Although I speak of many different things
for years I’ve stayed the same
only women come and go
well, that has always been insane
I’ll never visit your town
unless I’ve read everything about it
and then your town will want to be
exactly what I know about it

and if your only desire is to detect a lie in my speach
be aware, baby, I’m the Xpert
I’m the Xpert in any given field

If you want to be with me you have to write me letters
devotedly asking me for information
and if you write them letters well and if you write them long enough
I might accept to like you some day
and then I will agree to be surrounded
by your questions forever and a day

and if your only desire is to detect a lie in my speach
be aware, baby, I’m the Xpert
I’m the Xpert in any given field

and if you’ve come this far, thank you! here’s a little treat for you of another version of the song.

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Xpert performance at rehearsal

here’s a small piece of the first rehearsal of music of ghouls, which is part of the Virtual Reality Circus (live 12th march 2010 at i-camp theater, munich.) vaudeville 2.0 powered by ORkAaN Music+Art Productions, muenchen 852 and i-camp. hope you enjoy the piece.

by the way, here are the details about the song, incl. lyrics.

The Xpert

Nerd Nite, Xpert, Golf and Fish

Talking to Patrick Gruban, who brought the Nerd Nite to Munich, I again had the urge to post this little story of a man who’s only world is books and listeners. not that Patrick is one of those, not at all, but the connection to the nerd nite lit the spark.

The Xpert came to me (since I gave up the resistance to all the ghouls from my subconscious, they write themselves into my performances) a long time ago. taking current events into account, I guess now’s the right time for him to finally see the light.

here are the lyrics he wrote one late afternoon while I tried to play some golf with a fish.

The Xpert

Give me a book, I’ll read it
as long as it’s heavy as lead
Give me books long forgotten and rare
I read them all as long as they’re not popular
I read them all and I understand them
I can quote passages from them at any given time

At 17 I looked like 47
But the more I read the more I stay the same
Give me a name, I know it
Because I’m the Xpert

I look like a cupbord that’s never been opened
I could graduate from any school at any time
If I say “I don’t know” you know it’s a lie
I just say it so you can say something as well
My world is only books and listeners

I honor your silence with my speech
I never tell the same tale twice
Everything I say is utterly important
I just regret that I have to sleep like any regular guy

If your desire is to detect a lie in my speech
Be aware, baby, cause I’m the Xpert!

Though I speak of many different things
For years I’ve stayed the same
Only women come and go
That has always been insane

I will never visit your town
Unless I’ve read everything about it
And then your town will want to be
Exactly what I know about it

If your desire is to detect a lie in my speech
Be aware, baby, cause I’m the Xpert!

If you want to be with me you’ll have to write me letters
Devotedly asking me for information
If you write them well and long enough
I might accept to like you some day
And then I will agree to be surrounded
By your questions forever and a day.

If your desire is to detect a lie in my speech
Be aware, baby, cause I’m the Xpert!
I’m the Xpert!

ORkAaN Music – just another label in town?

I just went through a couple of things of my label ORkAaN Music+Art Productions to send a short info sheet to a possible promotion partner.

while sifting through things I found a long forgotton passage I wrote for the label’s catalogue back in 2007. I think it’s still fun to read and, most importantly, still true.

download ORkAaN Music cut-up

the sailor is buying up time

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I ran over the water across the bridge
I hid in wooden flesh
grey-yellow substance of a face
while not exactly invisible
I was at least difficult to see
I ran further
I hit a tree

I climbed down and watched the trains go in and out of the harbor

with the sails steaming
the sailor is buying up time

the tree
climbed down and watched the trains go in and out of the harbor
while exactly invisible
I was the least difficult to see
I ran further
hit a bridge
I hid in wooden flesh

I ran over the water across the grey-yellow substance of a face

with the sails steaming
the sailor is buying up time

further it was at least difficult to see
when I hit a grey-yellow substance
that ran over the water
and out of the harbor
my invisible face hid in wooden flesh
I ran across the trains
climbed down the tree
and watched time buying the bridge

with the sails steaming

the sailor is buying up time

So I ended up watching across time
buying up all the wooden steam
which was hiding in harbor faces
and difficult to see trains
exactly two grey-yellow minutes further
I ran over a tree
climbed down and out of my flesh

with the sails invisible

circus circus

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circus circus
the stakes are getting high
noone smokes noone reads
noone tells a lie
they all just try to get away

and just as they’re about to leave
they feel total need
total need to fill their brains
with tragically junk-ridden phantasies
about the newest latest
about the latest hype

the air is cool
the mist is gone
you can drink blue water from the sky
and a thousand hungry clocks
tick away in total boredom

they leave you blank

for you can only hear their ticktock

and it never ends

“…there’s only two single events in a man’s life
the starting and stopping of the clock…”

completely-de-anxietized
I’m sitting behind my desk
building little wooden boxes
out of bamboo
to hide my flesh in them
the flesh I left behind a long time ago
and which one day will save me
from being recognized
as the one who always tried hard
but never succeeded
the one who had his whole life
laid out perfectly straight
right in front of him
the wife
the kids
the suburban single family home
the loan with no interest
the car
the patio furniture
and the carefully tailored lawn in front of the house
with a little stick in the ground sign saying
no ball playing here

it was one of the greatest love stories of all times

brought to great hights
visually arresting
like bombshell beauties

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I hung all that
toghether with my flesh
and went for a swim

god how I hated the lawn in front of the house
green through all seasons
green to an extent
as if ants had carefully arranged
green sequin on a million threads
piece by piece
and laid them out symmetrically on the ground
the whole ordeal now shimmering
like silk in the morning sunlight

these are
early impressions
of a breakup

golden ash

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golden ash
eyes open
debris of a 1000 hours
what is the meaning of heartbreak

shoes tied
mouth open wide
goodbyes on the way to the station
take this train but be aware
that you can never leave

eyes open
key to all riddles
dream come true but I can’t live it
next thing I know Im sitting again
with my head in my hands
sipping coffee thinking hard
about how to get out

I take a plane
I try again
just to stumble over debris I sowed
when I felt golden ash in my eyes
diamonds glissening in the sun
of another lost moment