florian at backere.com

branding

fjdb — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 23:00:15 +0000

word visuals and
several branding attempts;
you fire-starter!

in memory of Dylan Thomas

fjdb — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 23:00:09 +0000

the lyrics in this song are from the villanelle
do not go gentle into that good night
by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)

do not go gentle… by Florian de Backere

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from behind the moon [2012]

fjdb — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 23:00:48 +0000

a video version of an older song:

the new version, just the music:
From behind the moon [2012] by Florian de Backere

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coffee utilities

fjdb — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:00:06 +0000

experimenting with accompanying myself…
[made with coffee utilities, iMovie and Protools]

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anagram haiku

fjdb — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 23:00:40 +0000

herewith the première of a new haiku breed:
the anagram-haiku©
though, this one is in Dutch, please take that challenge, and post one in your own tongue…

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quest for the holy… [song]

fjdb — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 23:00:40 +0000

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anstalt-project

fjdb — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 23:00:42 +0000

five sounding objects
to listen on your Hi-Fi
audible thinking

Anstalt#01-till#05 by Florian de Backere

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take seven [2]

fjdb — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 23:00:15 +0000

Take seven [2] by Florian de Backere

gloomy clouds; soil of the angels
pressing enormous weight into town,
air is loaded with fresh sex,
parents distracted by other couples,
their children fall on the street,
now they have to stop and cry,
stop and cry…

there was this blond girl in the subway,
(23rd broadway stop)
she had tissues between her fresh-painted toenails
she just stood there and radiated
the desire of making love that noon
making love that noon

when the train finally entered the tube
we grabbed the same pole to stay stable
stay stable during the ride

go, please go, take the seven
go, please go, take the seven

her hands where just under mine
and people started watching us
as if they started to feel this
strange thrill of excitement too
with every bend and wobble
the train made, our hands
shove closer, and closer

go, please go, take the seven
go, please go, take the seven

stop–

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wake up call (Bonny&Clyde)

fjdb — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:00:02 +0000

Wake up call (Bonny&Clyde) by Florian de Backere

…and I wonder
what kind of thunder
explodes yonder
while I launder
my dirty shirts
hmmmmm
was it a gunshot
no, baby, it was not
it’s just
too bloody hot
I’ve got a sweaty spot
on my shirt
(…home and dry)
I think in this state
it’s wise to go
before it’s too late
and the police will know
where we are

(and I wonder…)

you know:
well,
…what ever

what ever you do
I will leave a track behind my but
so you will be able to pick up
what I forgot

i forgot my shirt
is in the dirt
ow I feel such a nerd
not able to flirt
find the right word
to say to my pretty bird
dressed in that sexy skirt
my feet hurt, I wanna stay
home and dry

I wanna stay home and dry
yes I wanna stay
I want to go-hoo
with you…

please, wake me up before you go go
it might be hard as you know know
use something loud
or scream and shout
or blow your hardrock hobo

(es ist 22:40; Zeit zum Aufstehen)

…was it a gunshot
no, baby, it was not
it’s just
too bloody hot
I’ve got a sweaty spot
on my shirt

and still I wonder
what kind of thunder
explodes yonder
while I launder shirt

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division

fjdb — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 23:00:49 +0000

Division by Florian de Backere

why can’t I get your feedback?!
please tell me how-ow I can,
get back on the right track,
that’s because you’re the milkman!
my life is none of your business!!
so why do you-ooh bother
what makes my life so hopeless;
that’s because you’re my bro-ther!
now, why do you keep staring
just show me what should I do
to make life worth living;
that’s because I don’t know-ho you…
I’ll always be the right guy at the wrong place
or maybe just the wrong-one at the right spot
Yes! I remember your Face
though your Name I forgot…
(one of both must be
beautifu-hulll…
cries and
whole-tone scales)
that’s because you’re the milkman!
that’s because you’re my bro-ther!
that’s because I don’t know-ho you…

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