This is an archival website for music written, recorded, and/or produced by Dietrich Kammer.
I'm falling down
I'll show you a town
With a lot of sounds
Sounds and faces, in the streets
I feel that I bleed
I need a dirty cheat
Have you seen that seed?
It fell down on concrete
And I bring it down
Oh, oh, I bring it down
To the noise that is my voice
Oh, oh, I bring it down
And I know, there's more behind this show
And I feel, that you are not real
Have you seen mona at the fence?
She'll might never be,
Never be given a chance,
to cross this fence
That she can't tear down
That is made of a sound
Produced by demons and clowns
When no one else is around
And I bring it down
Oh, oh, I bring it down
To the noise that is my voice
To the freedom of choice,
To the freedom of noise
To the noise that was your choice,
To the freedom of noise,
Freedom of choice, freedom of choice,
To the noise that is my voice,
Oh, oh, I bring it down