It was one early morning, the world was on its feet The April flowers billowed up and down the street The sun was in the alley, the windows open wide The avenue was burning, despite the rising tide The cool eyes I would never forget... There was Something in the way he moves Something in the way he...

Guernsey, winter 2008 There they are again, with one single note: The lonesome streets of Glasgow. Roaming through the sooty alleys, Hungry and rheumy-eyed. Exhausted, Petulant and desolate. Sleeping in park meadows, Dozing in changing rooms, Despairing in libraries. Meandering between life and...

Berlin, June 2008 My generation has to watch and mourn / Countless deaths of aimless heroes / Icons buried under the constant supervision of personality manufacturers / Ideals sunken into the bottomless pit of industrial oblivion / Cast out of the shade through the limelight right into obscurity /...