I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the mysteries created me... Like where the poets breathe, I were woven into blasphemies.
Feuerwerk / Stephan and Dani
Holy Water / Chris Foster
Way Down Yonder in New Orleans / Louis Armstrong
Show Business / A Tribe Called Quest
Unholy / Kiss
The Interimlovers / Einstuerzende Neubauten
Lago Maggiore / Die Flippers
Pillow Your Eyes / Incubus
Glaserschwein / Helge Schneider
Brutal Disfigurement / Mortician
organ grinder / manson marilyn
