Single Celled Organism - The Music

1. Prologue (The Mark Of Cain)

The Speech of Dr. Abbott Barnaby:

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am very proud to inform you about a recently started experiment about the development of personality in the overcrowded flood of information in our world today. In an artificial environment a girl has been created and she will grow up for the following 18 years in a hermetically sealed living area without any visible doors to the outside world. She doesn’t know about the existence of other human beings. Her living area is equipped everywhere with hidden cameras and microphones, and roughly 50 screens are installed on one wall of the main living room. During the first years robots look after the girl; in addition on one of the installed screens runs a learning programme that is adapted to the actual  phase of the girl’s development and which teaches the girl to speak and, later to read and write.  In the course of time the robots will become more and more passive and then, on the girl’s 11th birthday, they become completely inactive. A few days later all the screens will be switched on and from this moment on will continuously show specially selected programmes of all sorts: films, news, entertainment shows and documentaries. We will watch her all the time and cameras record without any break to see how she develops under the influence of the surrounding information. Once a year a meeting will be held to give an update about the state of the girl’s development. Finally I want to remind you, that all of you are bound to professional discretion by signature.

A genius-brain ·
Working out an idea so bizarre ·
The mark of Cain ·
Branding his ego like a scar

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Jan Petersen: All Electric Guitars • Katja Flintsch: Violin • Volker Kuinke: Bass Recorder • Kai Ritter: Voice (Dr.Abbott Barnaby)


4. Flying Home

Flying home
Where the world is right
Where I can hold you tight
Flying home
Leave it all behind
Get it off my mind
Flying home
To lay down my head
There‘s no good, no bad
Flying home
To embrace my wife
To give up the strife

J.L.: Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Dieter Koch: Acoustic  Guitars • Ingo Salzmann: All Electric Guitars • Ekiss Giloc: Bass •  Volker Kuinke: Soprano Recorder


6. Flies In My Head

I’ve seen it on the screen
I’ve been there in my dreams
So many times in the past
Those pictures on the screen
Show landscapes so green
Must be my paradise at last
Flies are arrogant
I learned about arrogance
Flies don’t move
I have learned to move
But flies are vigilant
Are they really vigilant
Or do they just rely on someone
Someone called god?
Got those flies in my head
There is no change ahead
My life’s in a loop instead
Got those flies in my head
It seems I’m already dead
Who can exist in my stead

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Programming • Isgaard: Vocals •  Dieter Koch: Acoustic Guitars • Jan Petersen: Lead Guitar •  Ingo Salzmann: Tremolo Guitar • Ekiss Giloc: Bass


7. I Can’t Feel

I feel that we are playing god
Depriving her of all contigencies
To decide
Her hands tied
The outside world has changed its face
The tide has turned the globe out of control
Don’t search for excuses
I cannot feel
So I am not real
Get me out of here
We did not act successfully
As we have tried to unify mankind
Remind: we
Can’t rewind
I don’t feel
So I am not real
Get me out of this
I am not real
‘cause I cannot feel
There is no square deal

J.L.: Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Isgaard: Vocals •  Ingo Salzmann: Electric Guitars • Dieter Koch: Acoustic Guitars •  Volker Kuinke: Tenor Recorder


9. The Virus

Half-light creeps up the pale skin
Of bodies left all around
Chaos left frozen footprints
On Machiavellian ground
The moon comes up
And lights up the sky
No statement left
That could be belied
Dead-end road double-sided
Fey madmen singing on
The virus in our veins will kill
The poison in our brains will thrill
We’ re counting down the days until
Our heartbeat finally stands still

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass (Vocal-Parts), Programming • Jan Petersen: Distorted Guitars • Ingo Salzmann: Crunch Guitar (Intro), Clean Guitar (Vers) • Dieter Koch: “Pling”-Guitar •  Ekiss Giloc: Plectrum-Bass (Instrumental Parts)


11. I See You (The regret)

More than 20 years ago
It was me who started up this show
So now I have to write those lines
It`s all that I can leave behind for you
So much time has passed
The world has changed at last
We all have gone astray
That’s why I cannot stay but
I see you
My lonely little girl
I see you
Wish you would have seen the world
I feel you
I feel you are my cild
I feel you
Inside you’re strong and wild
I’m branded by the mark of Cain
And I don’t know how to explain
A lack of empathy
Has chained your life to me
But I did not prevent
This infinite extent but
I see you
My lonely little girl
I see you
Wish you would have seen the world
I leave you
It’ s time to say goodbye
I leave you
Wish I would have let you fly

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Programming • Ingo Salzmann:  All Electric Guitars except Solo Guitar • Jan Petersen: Solo Guitar •  Katja Flintsch: Violin

2. Growing Up

She made it through the first years
Fed by robots and machines
They taught her how to walk and how to keep her body clean
She never heard another‘s voice, not a single word
She grows up silent with all her thoughts unheard
She’s ready for the TV
Ready for the TV
Switch on, curtain up, theatre of the absurd
A strange noise in her ears
She can see humans on the screens
A shock a scream she cannot move an echoe in her genes
Now the TV’s on
Now the TV’s on
She sits in front and the machines have gone.
She is the TV-girl…
Educated by the screens that pave the wall
First selected later she can see it all
News, films and fun
An unknown world now she’s stunned

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Jan Petersen:  All Distorted Electric Guitars except Solo Guitar • Ingo Salzmann:  Solo Guitar • Dieter Koch: Acoustic Guitars, Clean Electric Guitars • Ekiss Giloc: Plectrum Bass


3. TV-Show

The years go by without benefit or a sin
She never felt a human touch on her skin
Isolated in her lonely universe
Just a wall of screens transverse
She tries to get on with  those faces on the screens
Asks herself how she could look behind the scenes
Isolated for this overflowing show

Strange feelings start to grow
Constant flow
Swallow with wide open eyes
Blow by blow
Choose between true words and lies
Her world divides into a black part and a white
There must be something to make her future bright
If she behaves in a certain special way
And she can hold the black part at bay

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Jan Petersen:  Distorted Electric Guitars • Dieter Koch: Clean Electric Guitars


5. New Horizons

Still I’m here
All these images
that rush across the screen
Still she’s there
All these motivations
that change from scene to scene
Still we are
Black or white
Wrong or right
Good or bad
Who is there to decide
Still I think
There must be a kind of justice
a force that can divide
Still I link
The one man and the other
who lives and who will die
We are synced
Blindness, blinded eyes
Clear view, clear blue skies
I won’t be the one who dies
She’s moving on to new horizons
An inner voice is calling for release
She longs for someone who can guide her
Through doubts and darkness and finally to peace
Fear inside, I need a light
if only I’d believe
Insecure, without contour, perhaps it’s just conceived
I feel it deep inside my heart
If I trust in higher power I can join the poles apart
Save me from the dark
Bring me one ope one spark
Blindness, blinded eyes
Clear view, clear blue skies
I won‘t be the one who dies

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Programming • Isgaard: Vocals • Ingo Salzmann: All Electric Guitars except Solo Guitar • Jan Petersen: Solo Guitar • Dieter Koch: Acoustic Guitars • Katja Flintsch: Violins, Violas (for Orchestra Overdubs) • Annika Stolze: Violoncellos (for Orchestra Overdubs)


8. The Call

Hello Abbott it’s Gabriel, have you seen the news?
No, what’s up?
Worse than anything you could imagine.
What’s happened?
Some religious extremists have launched 
intercontinental missiles.
Oh my god!
The rockets are stacked with a bio-weapon, a new virus. 
There is no chance to survive. 
Farewell my good friend, farewell Abbott!

J.L.: Keyboards, Programming • John Turner: Voice (“Gabriel”) •  Kai Ritter: Voice (Dr. Abbott Barnaby)


10. Splinter In The Eye

There’s a light in her room
She’s awake at her desk
I see her chest rise and fall
A scene so grotesque
There’s a pen in her hand
Writing words on the pad
I refuse to zoom-in
‘cause she’s just scantily clad
There’s a voice in my head
It‘s a voice made of dread
I am sure it is hers
Sounding strange as it blurs
I’ve seen heaven and hell 
While she’s in front of the screens 
Outside it’s worse so much worse 
Than in her cell
She won’t see the blue sky
She won’t smell summer rain
She cannot taste a man’s kiss
We have put her in chains
I cant’t leave her imprisoned
In her lonely little space
While the change gets more profound
The world will lose its face

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Programming • Ingo Salzmann:  Crunch Guitars, Solo Guitar • Jan Petersen: Distorted Guitars except  Solo Guitar • Dieter Koch: Acoustic Guitars • Volker Kuinke:  Tenor Recorder • Ekiss Giloc: Bass


12. Epilogue (Her Poem)

A door to pass
To adore what lasts
When all is sunken dusty past
That passed away
Just on its way
Back to the start
To pass a door
Just to adore
That there is nothing

J.L.: Drums, Keyboards, Bass, Programming • Isgaard: Voice • Ingo Salzmann: Clean Guitar (right), Tremolo Guitar, 1st Guitar Solo, Single Note Distorted Guitar • Jan Petersen: Clean Guitar (left), additional Clean Guitar (Middle Part), Powerchord Guitar, 2nd Guitar Solo • Katja Flintsch: Violins, Viola (for Orchestra Overdubs) • Annika Stolze: Violoncellos (for Orchestra Overdubs)

All compositions and arrangements by Jens Lueck except the main theme of “the girl” composed by Marie-Jeanne Lueck

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jens Lueck at Art of Music Studio, Garlstorf, Gemany between August 2016 and February 2017