Funkstorung Lyrics, Photos, Pictures, Paroles, Letras, Text for every songs

B i o g r a p h y
(by MacKenzie Wilson)

Funkstorung have most recently been working together as the co-producers of Jay Jay Johanson's last album "Antenna" (2002). Chris de Luca recorded the album Deadly Wiz da Disko (2001) with Peabird. Then came the MAS_Confusion (2002) compilation, the most recent audible sign of life from Michael Fakesch, who on this release purified the archives of his own label, Musik aus Strom (Music from Electricity), for the public using the abstract dance music of acquainted artists. Funkstorung have resurfaced with their own work, much to the delight of many who will claim that they know what´s in store, that Funkstorung is as good as a promise of orchestrated deconstruction, electronic particle doctrine and unrestrained hiphop acrobatics. Their new album “Disconnected” holds true to this promise and, dear dogmatists, simultaneously delivers the ugly oath of disclosure of pop, put your claws back in, acoustic instruments and, bite your tongue now, real vocals. Even you, Funkstorung?

Funkstorung found Enik, who features surprisingly on almost every third song on the album, in the orchestra pit of the Munich Pathos Theater and were convinced of his talent within seconds. The capacity for suffering of this 23 year-old multi-instrumentalist can be heard both in his voice as well as his songwriting but without any threat of violence. The title track, "Disconnected", for example, is an absurdly beautiful blues pop song, with acoustic guitar and a laconic tempo full of enough supposed tribulation to make Hamburg artist Turner want to jump into the River Elbe wearing concrete shoes, not to mention the surrealistic theatricality that constantly recurs in the lyrics. One must question whether Enik has read Boris Vian…His vocal chords are blotchy in any case and sound little bit that way here, as if Marla Glen was actually a man, white and hailing from Bavaria. It's hard to categorize Enik's vocals, because he colors his voice differently depending on the song: sometimes soul singer, sometimes indie rocker. Funkstörung, on the search for widely defined influences, have really found the perfect cast here and they keep their own signature elegance in the background, without hiding it away. "Sleeping Beauty" is a whirring folk ballad with Lou Rhodes, whose participation is in return for a remix that Funstorung did for her band Lamb. The track "Captured in Tones" with Sarah Jay, known as a voice on Massive Attack's "Mezzanine" album, also fits into the series of songs that openly declare their state as pop songs – you can actually hear a rock guitar on this one! Take heed, dear colleagues in the media opening the "Trip Hop" drawer, the Russian collection company, which brings in royalties for !K7, will get send after you!

Now to the final pledge of allegiance to all "Funkgestorten" - nobody would ever believe that Funkstörung have totally renounced shattered hiphop. There is the New Yorker MC Tes, who with a bit of imagination, good intention and without a clue, could also vocally pass for the hybrid bastard of Eminem and Quasimoto. Contact with Tes, who releases on Warp´s Lex Records, came about during Funkstorung's US tour, which took the form of “open mike” sessions. In New York, Tes came onto the stage and it was soon clear that they'd work together in the future. It was a similar story with Hamburg Beatboxer Mark Boombastic, who during a presentation of of their remix album “Visa Versa” grabbed the mike and without prior planning, spat out complete basslines. Contact with Rob Sonic, also from New York, came about through the management of the Anti-Pop Consortium, who also take care of Sonicsum.

"Appetite for Disctruction", the last original Funkstorung album, is already four years old and, in the meantime, kids have been born, heads have been put together and a lot of work has been done. "We wanted to let ourselves be influenced by loads of people and work together with loads of people. We wanted to get out of our own headspace", says Michael Fakesch about the method behind "Disconnected". Those who have experienced the two guys from Rosenheim and their brand of complete empathy know that there is no coquettishness behind this. Of course, you could rightly claim that, as a result of their huge repertoire of remixes, they have always been involved with numerous influential artists, such as Björk, Wu-Tang-Clan and the Anti-Pop Consortium, and can see their at-times violent work as the opposite of being in their own “headspace”. For Funkstorung, "Disconnected" is a notable leap into new musical territory, which didn’t happen altogether by coincidence. "Pure electronic music was starting to bore us, it was somehow no longer our thing and we had to free ourselves from this feeling. We have always had the remixes with vocals and acoustic instruments at the back of our minds and then searched intensively for instrumentalists", says Fakesch. In the past two years, Funkstorung have worked together with about thirty different musicians to find a trace of the right sound for their new vibe. Despite innumerable international contacts, they made the decisive discovery right in their own backyard. In the Munich studio "The Goldmine", they met a string of musicians who were crazy enough to set out on an adventure with some programmers who had suddenly developed a weakness for acoustic instruments – these artists would provide the many acoustic components of the new album. As a title, "Disconnected" can be widely interpreted. It can be even applied to the working method of Funkstorung. Extensive studio sessions with musician colleagues are not their thing. They prefer to work as a duo alone in the Rosenheim studio, letting the tracks fall into the FTP server. They've barely even set eyes on Enik. Communication is via music, in that Funkstorung prepare sketches and initial arrangements for their fellow musicians. They have a free hand and can decide for themselves how to compliment the piece. "How committed and independent the artists with whom we work are themselves is ultimately decisive. The principle can only work in that way. We are producers, not songwriters or instrumentalists and, in this sense, we are naturally 'disconnected', when we wait excitedly in our studio to see how it develops further." says Fakesch.
Integration and participation have always been a an integral part of Funkstorung’s progress. They even ran a visual remix competition for the album cover, to which about 400 designers submitted almost 700 pictures (online under www.funkstorung.com/isolate). Eleven of the pictures come as cards in the CD cover case, the rest will appear on DVD in autumn 2004 as videos for the tracks on "Disconnected".

Enik :

Cement shoes on the sticky floor
I’m still walking in an old wracked house
Without a door
Noone´s talking

Pssst...
Pssst, quiet and enjoy the show
And if the show is bad
Don’t let me go
Don’t leave me sad
Don’t leave me sad

I really want to take care of you now
I forgot my name
I really want to dissapear while im loving you
I forgot my name

Save me
What else should we do now
(tell me, tell me)
And i save you
What else should we do now
(tell me)

Cars, trafficlights, boardwalkjazz
The street is my body
This town is my body
A strangers face
Touch my chest
Noone knows you
Noone knows me

I really want to take care of you now
I forgot my name
I really want to dissapear while i’m loving you
I forgot my name

(voice fx part)

Save me
What else should we do now
(tell me, tell me)
And i save you
What else should we do now
(tell me)

(kanon with refrain:
Cement shoes, i’m still walking
Sticky floor, noone’s talking)

I still miss you

When’s the last time you heard me
Did you observe me
Still have the nerve think you
Can serve me?
Got to wake up early practice your breath
With rapping like that the outcomes death
Don’t step across the line
Wrong choice
Fuck being deep first you need a strong voice
All that screaming is useless
Besides its obvious your voice box locked in nooses
Hanging yourself use the mic cord
Cause it sounds like the switch is off and your
Crew looks bored
Walking out the door with mad regrets
You represent them if i were them i’d be mad depressed
I wouldn’t roll with you smoke a bowl with you
See you coming toward me and stroll right through
Got better things to think about
Plus my hands hate shaking with
People who bring me down
Following through with the words in my hook
They were meant for you and you too
Read my lips book

Chopping heads bloody necks
T.e.s
Cut twice with one slice (repeat four times)

I don’t want to make friends don’t say hi
Shook too many hands to only go home question why
Fuck digits on crumpled pages
The only calls i accept offer cash for rocking stages
If i don’t pick up i’m screening your call
Don’t be mad i don’t say hi t my neighbors
When we pass in the hall
Hey tes good job is more than enough after a show
My answer to a collabo is like trading a cd no!
You should know by the look on my face
I’m not a nice guy
Fuck last i’m all alone in first place
Terrence the tyrant all by myself
Come so far solo i don’t need your help
If you like my songs cool i still hate yours
Keep your feedback to yourself and your
Input on play/pause.

(funkstorung chops up tes)

You don’t know me (8 x)

The flame is melting the wax away
I’m locked in a stare
24 minutes make one day
Am i here or there

The street is filled with horses, riders
There’s no single car
All the kings men in front of a neon fortress

Many moons and a single star
I’m lost in one breath
Many moons and a single star
I’m lost

New york becomes paris
And paris turns into rome
Italian girls are dancing
To the symphony
Made of one tone

A little boy with grey hair
Did ask me for a cigarette
I said i can’t move
I’m locked in a stare

He stole my heart and he left
Angry and sad
He stole my heart
And he left
I’m lost

(i don’t know, i don’t know what
Cause i don’t know, i don’t know what)

Bring my heart back
It’s the only thing ive got
Bring my heart back
Cause without i’m dancing disconnected
It’s the only thing i’ve got
Bring my heart back

Life is drawing itself
In this electic night
I’m walking sleepless
In a painting of dali
I see crying sculptures from bali
I’m chasing an old man in high heels

(i don’t know, i don’t know what
Cause i don’t know, i don’t know what)

Bring my heart back
It’s the only thing i’ve got
Bring my heart back
Cause without i’m dancing disconnected
It’s the only thing i’ve got
Bring my heart back

It’s beating stronger
Maybe not longer
I found a second one in my chest

Bring my heart back
It’s the only thing i’ve got
Bring my heart back
Cause without i’m dancing disconnected
It’s the only thing i’ve got
Bring my heart back

Bring my heart back
Bring my heart back
Disconnected
Bring my heart back
At least apart
Between your red colored nails

Louise Rhodes :

Oh glory be, where have i been
What dark dream was i in
Thought i was living but now i see
Real life was only just beginning
Because

Something in me just woke up
I was sleeping till your touch

Well, i've been hiding out you see
With my heart locked up tight
To let love in was all too scary for me
Then you came along with all your light
Ooh shining bright, now

Something in me just woke up
I was sleeping til your touch

Where did you come from it
How did you find me out
Never thought i could feel this way
Your kiss just brought this to me

Something in me just woke up
I was sleeping til your touch

Something in me just woke up
I was sleeping til your touch

Your touch
Your touch
Your touch
Your touch

Enik :

Faces without a name
You’re lost in your thoughts
Pictures without a frame
And there is no gravity
I’ve been missing you
Where did you sleep
In the deep blue sea
Would you die for me
No
Well, then i have to go

You know thoughts are just like clouds

If you’re sad and lonely
Like a poet
Cause you are poet, you just don’t know
Paint the streets in black and white
Like a poet
Cause you’re a poet

Every wave subsides
And if you know
You can start to dance
On a different show
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8

You know thoughts are just like clouds

If you’re sad and lonely
Like a poet
Cause you are poet, you just don’t know
Paint the streets in black and white
Like a poet
Cause you’re a poet

You are not the only dust in space
Who doesn’t feel allright tonight
But you’re a poet

She loves you

Tes :

Wanna tes drive
Hop in my testarossa
Sound kit down control crews no chauffer
Whipping corners windows down tes spitting
Hitting spots forbidden g-shock no skipping
Bqe to both ends tes beats in the backround
The dirtiest tracks hiss raps smackdown
Hit a bump bounce like hydrolics
Gas low no cash flow wallets screaming feed me dollars
Double park jackson chase
Off to hess goes tes fill me up with the best
Fuel for fame license plates
Tight breaks nothing accidental
Engine most fine tuned unlimited potential
Bust through road blocks surpass where the road stops
Four wheel drive voice command look ma no hands
Still in command park where i rest
Till i start with the next
Doors lift up flip up fly text
That's right it's tes catch my testarossa
Seen em all come close
They all got driven over

Peep my testarossa right there with mercedes
In a snapshot car and driver rap plot
Enduro gold to turbo tes
Pop a face for cassettes
Oil change and free wash alpine scents
Leave sirens out the rearview oil slicks and smoke
As far as i'm concerned they could all choke
You could be a spy hunter with a word bond like james
Ain't no tracing my trails invisible lanes
Super getaways db cooper
Give plenty chase
Nitro means you still can't see me trooper
This is the game of life demolition deface mics
On some yes yes all yee hah no ramps
Just a push of my thumb
Leaping canyons on some evil and son
Auto chute help me land wheels on sand
Wheels that float a chopper to propell on note
Driving on beats that are broke
You can eat my dust hear me reving grand prix
Indy five tight grip atari fuck ferrari
It's my testarossa

I lost my body in a cool damn night
I was blinded by the shimmering light
Now i’m just flying around
Without a word without a sound
Without a word without a ...

I lost my path
I found my way
Are you talking to me
I’m too high i can’t hear what you say
Without a word without a sound
I’m too high i can’t hear what you say
I’m too high i can’t hear what...i...

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Now i’m just flying around
And i’m just wondering
What all the people are
Doing here
Underneath the clouds

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

(voice fx part)

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
Moonaddicted

Despair published on the front page
3 mile article pre filed particles
Your opinion found lost turn us into housed home
Living by the exhaust corrupting your sound cones
How much does the rest cost nothing for the war pigs
Moral anorexic carpenter an horse rigs
Trucker up for 18 month who wanted age cream
Must forget the main stream Ram is gonna drink from
Just a fool who locates feeder fishing pro bait
Hook up to a machine part of being so safe
By ignoring all things that I can relate to
Spine bumped signed out book on how to hate you
I imagine you’ll Practice knife throw and darts
At my head my hand and my neck
Cause my kids are going to be robots that won’t
Leave the house and wont use they’re mouths to project
Since it’s now that we wrecked and then that we sped
What used to protect the cowards instead
Allowed by a man who tears at the earth
And dared to be the first king of the last thing he said.

Half important Passages
On scraped Mountain Faced
Maximus your Over taped out of place
Practices Are left shot by the Box Pro Activist

Cold stares Bolt Cut Cold Air
Voltage Maybe I should try out for
A professional team and this sectional
Seam so what? Lab Rat Alarm time to take breaks
Back to the store for repair Has that
Part I ordered weeks ago reached the coast
The policy of truth gets your cash back
Passed that vehicle Global Motion
Detoxify I’m hope full frozen
Dog Tag I.d. F train closing
Left Brain Open to an onslaught Trojan
Horse effect force traject coarse
Obstacle with a fine tooth checked
Up until the loud speak turns into an out reach
People talk about me from Quebec to south beach

Half important Passages
On scraped Mountain Faced
Maximus your Over taped out of place
Practices Are left shot by the Box Pro Activist

You Fucks don’t like to vote rally or fight
You Suck on you tv’s internet and satellite
You Bucks for the boss man and like you’re a door
It Just wont open up for Rob Sonic no more
Honest go toward the water tower leaks
Making a Living out of super sick leaves
A lot to be desired the proprietors chief
Example was torn up News paper clip
For a bru baker trip a new mega chip
Then when inserted to the patient
Means that you’ve taken sick your flu days
Are picked and all in a line
Near the happy place 35 mile mark sign
Banking from the dispatch is the catch that you make
When your backs to the walls And your act doesn’t sell
Stagnant as hell should have ducked when you lead
But this magnet repelled any feelings at all

Half of the important Passages
On scraped Mountain Faced Maximus
Your Over taped out of place Practices
Are left shot by soap Box Pro Activist

Song that xxx goes on
(it’s) the sound of my heart
Captured in tone
That sleeps in my soul
It won’t let go
Won’t let go

Still, still waters run deep
Deeper than we really ever see
And still that sweet song in my veins
Is keeping me sane
Keeps it all away
Keeps it all away

It won’t let go

Please come back
Before some xxx makes me into
That wonderstuff that we are
Now fall apart together in the styles
The changes on the rythmn
So people clap their hand

Bring it back to love
Bring you back to life
(repeat)

Brings you back to love
Brings you back to life
(repeat)