another German Language "tone Poem", which deals with my favourite fantasy about death. Hope you'll enjoy it - listen and comment if you like
The full title is pretty easy to remember:
"Konfrontation des Fleischem mit rollendem Kunststoff auf vier Raedern an einem Fruelingsmorgen in der bluehenden Kleinstadt an der Pader kurz vor halb Zwoelf"
A German language "tone poem". A friend interpreted it was about sexual frustration. When I looked at it again, I felt he was dead right.
