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As I was watching my video-recordings from 2001, the new Einstürzende Neubauten record 'Alles wieder offen' was on. When 'Ich warte' was playing, the music started to connect with the video-images. So I decided to edit the video to the song. And this is the result. Music by Einstürzende Neubauten, 'Alles wieder offen' Distribution by Indigo POTOMAK I'M WAITING I'm waiting with closed eyes waiting for the morning I'm waiting for the cleaner to dispose of the flower waste I'm waiting for the waitress moons are what I've ordered... I'm waiting throughout the newspaper until it's time for the world I'm waiting with the ballpoint pen for ideas to strike I'm waiting waiting waiting until it's time to return I'm waiting in the gaps in between allegedly unprotected I'm waiting for the new language that that will be of use to me I'm waiting for the dopamines that have been internally promised I'm waiting for the vision that the film finally begins I'm waiting at the machine waiting for my money I'm waiting until a lump of cosmic junk crashes down at my feet I'm waiting touching black keys because white as yet is wrong I'm waiting waiting further waiting waiting unperturbed I'm waiting for the cat's gait's racket I'm waiting for the fishes' song I'm waiting for the single big irrepressible gong I'm waiting for the dark masses between the stars still undiscovered I'm waiting for the saucers kept in the Andes by the Nazis under cover I'm waiting at the edge of the world where even atoms feel giddy I'm waiting right by the black hole I'm waiting waiting still waiting I'm waiting undeterred I'm waiting for my iceberg tip at the end of all physics for November heat and for things that don't exist I'm waiting waiting incessantly ultimately for music I'm waiting for the one who has truly earned her name was always there is always right for the one who excavates the sun who suspends the law of graves I am waiting for her who tactlessly harvests dripping honey dancing barefoot without slipper who note for note eludes rigidity appears immediately familiar to all I'm waiting for her to open doors gates sluices until in a cloudburst -- reveille fanfare -- unexpected she leaps out in ambush I'm hoping she'll instigate a hymn I'm waiting for there to be nothing left to wait for life is not an error, not error and music I'm waiting I'm waiting still ©
