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Unlimited freedom becomes absolute loneliness.
Because at some point there are no more people
you can share it with.
We're not just people, we're fellow humans.
And if you're without people,
there's no way
you can be free.
Well, my song "Das Gift heißt Geld" - Money Is The Poison -
is now 12 years old.
It's my own fault,
because event organiser who book me...
as soon as I start to negotiate
they say, what's up with you?
You sing "Das Gift heißt Geld".
We're not talking about anything
to do with securing your existence,
but simply about...
greed, about big money,
about money you use to get people to do stuff
they wouldn't normally do.
I don't know. We've had
another banking crisis since, allegedly,
and poison was the driving factor.
But it would probably be nicer
if the main fuel...
in our society would be love.
Here in the first world we live in affluence,
and if you'd say...
If you would redistribute the wealth
in a clever way, everyone would have enough
and no-one would have to fight for their food.
This would also eliminate the need
to attack each other like predators.
Instead, love can spread and take up its space.
This sounds beautiful.
Or it can take up the place
which is now taken up by fighting.
To the Reichstag.
Reichstag?
No, come on, the dissing business...
was never one of my hunting grounds.
Except for 2009 when I dissed everyone,
including the alphabet.
I didn't need any opponent.
I was fighting my own windmills.
With hindsight you can describe riding this wave
of extreme highs and lows
as bipolar or manic depressive.
Here's my rehearsal room.
Most people may not know this,
but I get the government buildings...
to vibrate regularly.
There are actually trains running here.
In action. I didn't want to give this away,
but I urgently need to go to my rehearsal room.
You can't come along, I'm afraid.
And then, the experiences you had
in a highly condensed period of time,
becomes a much longer time period
when you're depressed.
Yes, and the amount of logorrhoea
I spewed on humanity before,
that is my unstoppable oral fluency,
it dried up...
when I became depressed.
I had so many question marks in my head
that I didn't manage
to get any words out of my mouth
because I was questioning them
as I was phrasing them.
So then I concentrated
on making instrumental music
which had rather gloomy hues.
But it's not been published.
Not published yet, yes.
I was then able...
after hibernating in Austria
in solitude for six months,
all isolated...
Little contact with other people,
I was just doing my own thing.
At the beginning of March 2010
I crawled back to Berlin with all my crap.
And at the beginning of this year
I apologised to a lot of people,
or rather I asked for their forgiveness
for my verbal attacks.
Well, and for my anger
which had come over me back then.
This suddenly opened my mouth again
and also tore open locked doors in my head...
which I hadn't touched in ages.
And then suddenly lyrics
came tumbling out of my skull.
Or out of my heart.
And the music spoke to me.
And it suddenly connected.
It flowed. It was like someone pulled the plug
and out it comes.
And then looking back
it suddenly made sense again
why it had taken so long.
It is now much more personal and closer to me.
I'm not telling any old thing about any old body,
but something that comes out of me.
Something of me.
Someone is practising.
I'll take it.
I think I want to join that club some day.
I heard their sound is phat.
Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges