Review Summary: LAST WALTZ with my world's end girlfriend
26.11.16 - The End of the World has arrived...
Now you are here. It's 70 minutes left.
God is mixing the electronic opening of his end of the world scenario. We are dancing the LAST WALTZ. Lost in his soundscapes of tragedy right before our death. Dancing without control we can't stop anymore.
Now you are here. It's 67 minutes left.
The Sunshine (franz.: PLEIN SOLEIL) is breaking through the darkness of clouds and I hear you singing with your beautiful voice like an angel accompany or moments of movements with its very gentle score. Then there is God playing his electronic guitar again. The tenderness is broken of destruction. It's a bit disturbing but somehow we're caught in the prison of this intimate melody. We continue our dance til the climax is gone.
Now you are here. It's 60 minutes left.
We need a break. I look at you. An ANGEL taking a bath in God's air full of ACHE. I embrace you in hope I can take some of your ache. I want to see you smiling again. You're trying too and at first I'm happy but then I recognise your facial expression is only hiding we're become victims to God's dystopia.
Now you are here. It's 55 minutes left.
God we say his name again and again. We're praying to him. But it's probably pointless. We're dying anyway this day. We try to layer our worries with singing in duet. It's somehow beautiful like two FLOWERS dancing in their song OF ROMANCE. I hope this moment can't destroyed beyond repair. I hope we can go on and sinking in this moment to be there forever hopefully staying together. But the electronic interrupt our vocals, is overlaying all sounds. There it comes again the pain we mustn't forget.
Now you are here. It's 41 minutes left.
It's very calm but there is too much melancholy in the air to feel relaxed. It's more like we're feeling empty now. The VOID inside us is spreading and we can't avert it. It's just spreading like terminal cancer and you can't do anything anymore.
Now you are here. It's 38 minutes left.
We arrived the peak of the mountain of our tragedy in this very soon gone bodies. The angels tune up the melodies to the living tragedies here in this world. Everyone is infested by the parasites living in their souls. Souls which are only CRYSTAL CHRYSALIS anymore, some cold cocoons not intended to be a butterfly someday. We're searching for hope a sign of freedom but everyone can only find emptiness in his own shell. Maybe we should search elsewhere. A place we didn't know yet.
Now you are here. It's 30 minutes left.
We open the door to the outside. Colours, there is the blue horizon without any clouds, without the sun but it's ok. We can see the wideness. It's something like freedom, or hope. IN SILENCE we go. IN SIREN of a leading voice we wander. Our little travel to the somewhere else. This must be hope. We must have reached the land of pure serenity.
Now you are here. It's 24 minutes left.
We are not alone anymore. There are beings we can't describe. They look just surreal. They say something but we can't understand their voices. It felt like we are in a RADIOACTIVE SPELL WAVE. A ocean full of things we can't even imagine. A freak of nature. They are following us. We have to run. We can't stay in melancholy not even in relaxing freedom. We have to run and we feel the adrenaline we inhale in our lungs. The air is full of adrenaline. Running, stumble, running, stumble out of these creepy mysteries.
Now you are here. It's 13 minutes left.
We are alone again. Only hearing the electronic symphonies of God's music made for this world. This moment, you and me. My GIRL. We have not much time anymore. The countdown is there but it's ok now. We are together and we are feeling the rythm of this world's last melodies. We breathe and we feeling alive again. Harmony. Yes, I'm sure in this moment we are in harmony. We hold us and swinging together. Finally we are part of the electronic melodic world.
Now you are here. It's 5 minutes left.
There is one special moment after another one. Each moment we enjoy. It's like the very end of this world is full of magic. So we dance again. Perfectly happy we welcome our last minutes.
My world's end girlfriend can we share one LAST BLINK?
Now you and I are... gone.
Only the tale of our last 70 minutes are left.
I hope you could enjoy this little tale about my fantasies while I was lost in the soundscapes of "LAST WALTZ" at least a bit. This is not a real review more an experience I want to share with you.
My english is not perfect, but I'm sure you could understand the most of it.
Please share your opinions and own experiences or just enjoy the great "comeback" of world's end girlfriend during the "LAST WALTZ".
