General Litter. General litter, litter, litter.
Sir General Litter, the chairman of society.
He slams all the doors to desire for free energy.
He‘s a double minus feature to our common sense.
He’s counting seashells in the rain, in the rain of Preston Sands.
General Litter. General litter, litter, litter.
Black cows scout black rubber in the haze of misty Ryders‘ Hill.
Raincoat catch a cold, well, the issue tissues, all at will.
It’s welfare dictatorship, water bottled everywhere.
It’s a setting of attention grabbing, fully filled with plastic air.
General Litter. General litter, litter, litter.
We’re all little, little litter, we’re all little, little litter.
We’re all litter, full of litter, full of little, little litter.
We’re all viral, viral, viral, viral, viral, viral, viral, viral, viral.
We’re all little, little litter, full of litter, little litter.
General Litter. General litter, little litter
…works as a multi instrumentalist in the endless field of songwriting, prog and jazz, electronica and world music, noise and
improvisation. He contributed several soundtracks for contemporary dance performances, theatre plays and movies. Jochen shared the stage and studio headphones with Adrain Belew, Pat Mastelotto (King Crimson), Markus Reuter, Richard Dorfmeister (Kruder&Dorfmeister)......more