Blackout Problems, a … Read Full Bio ↴„With eyes wide shut we focus on the good things.“
Blackout Problems, a four-piece rock band from Munich, Germany, take their lyrics seriously. The various good things that already happened to Marcus, Mario and Michael proof this to be true.
A debut record ("Life") that went straight to the top of the online reader's chart of the well known music magazine VISIONS, more than 65.000 plays on the band’s YouTube channel and a growing fan base in Germany & Austria are the results of the band’s hard work over the last few years. With "Life" released in April 2012 on the label My Redemption Records (Distributed by CARGO, Published by Two Louder/BMG) Blackout Problems made their first musical statement that combines their inspirations and influences that lie somewhere between hardcore and pop music. In other words, the loudest band at an indie show and the softest at a hardcore concert, still going strong at both events reaching the audience with their authentic performance.
The 14 songs on the album deal with the life of young adults in an urban setting and critically draw attention to topics that concern growing up in modern society. Visualizing their message the band released a video for the single “Empty Hands” in June 2012. Along with a group of young people spreading the Blackout Problems’ logo throughout a city, members of the band Emil Bulls appear on the video, giving a hint to their upcoming tour in November 2012. However before Blackout Problems joined the Emil Bulls Oceanic Part 3 Tour through Germany and Austria, they left for their first headlining tour, which took them to Russia and Ukraine. While playing in these eastern countries the band experienced a great response from audiences in cities they have never been to. Touring adventures didn’t seem to end after Marcus, Mario and Michael came back home from their final tour show in Moscow. A week later they took the chance to support Emil Bulls, playing their biggest shows to date.
For the three guys these successful tours were reasons to celebrate but not a reason to rest. In the following three months the band played several shows in Germany, Austria and recorded "Twentyfourseven", their first acoustic EP. The CD is a mixture of unplugged versions of recent tracks that were released on Life and two brand new songs. As a reaction to the current state of the music industry Marcus, Mario and Michael decided to produce the EP completely by themselves. No label was involved or thought of while creating the EP. From recording the songs to producing the self-made jewel cases, the whole project was DIY (“Do It Yourself”) work, as can be witnessed on a 30 minute documentary.
The single “Home” has been an unexpected success for the band as the video hit 3.000 plays in the first five days and the Austrian radio station FM4 plays the song on their daily rotation. Even the music TV channel VIVA and GoTV plays the video for the single in their rotation. At the moment Blackout Problems are working on new songs for their second record, which promises to be different. No second LIFE and no continuation of TWENTYFOURSEVEN.
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Space
Blackout Problems Lyrics
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The happy songs, the sad, sad slaves,
5 to 9 or 9 to 5,
The danger of the safe, safe life.
I'm sick of the routine,
We work to exist, we exist for the working,
Stuck in our daydreams,
The question remains what the fuck are we doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore,
We all have enough but always want more,
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not,
Give me a second to give up all that I've got.
Take me back home,
The protest is over,
Take me back home,
The cameras remain,
Deep inside our daily trot,
We love the things we're so sick of,
We barely talk, we barely speak,
We're old enough, accept the defeat,
I will not believe,
That I'm half as content as the smile on my face seems,
Stuck in my daydreams,
The question remains what the fuck am I doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore,
We all have enough but always want more,
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not,
Give me a second to give up all that I've got.
Take me back home,
The protest is over,
Take me back home,
The cameras remain,
Take me back home,
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home,
Our dreams are imprisoned; we're numbered by names
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore,
We all have enough but always want more,
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not,
Give me a second to give up all that I've got.
Take me back home,
The protest is over,
Take me back home,
The cameras remain,
Take me back home,
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home,
Our dreams are imprisoned; we're numbered by names
The song "Space" by Blackout Problems captures the feeling of being stuck in a routine and longing for something more. The lyrics highlight the paradox of feeling suffocated in a safe, predictable life, while also feeling trapped by the very things we own and the roles we play. The line "We work to exist, we exist for the working" speaks to the idea that we often define ourselves by what we do, rather than who we truly are. The reference to the protest rests between graves implies a feeling of hopelessness in the face of societal norms and expectations.
The chorus of the song speaks to the idea that we are never satisfied and always want more, despite having enough. The repetition of the phrase "Take me back home" throughout the song can be interpreted as a yearning for a simpler life, free from the pressures of society. The line "Our dreams are imprisoned; we're numbered by names" speaks to the idea that our identities are often reduced to our jobs and societal labels, rather than our hopes and aspirations.
Overall, the song Space is a thought-provoking anthem that encourages listeners to question their own lives and societal expectations. It speaks to the universal struggle of feeling stuck and searching for a way out.
Line by Line Meaning
The protest rests between the graves,
The resistance against the status quo is silenced among the deceased.
The happy songs, the sad, sad slaves,
Despite the different tempos, songs serve as a distraction from the reality of being enslaved to a suffocating system.
5 to 9 or 9 to 5,
Whether we work from morning until night or from night until morning, the monotony remains.
The danger of the safe, safe life.
By choosing to remain comfortable, we run the risk of never truly living.
I'm sick of the routine,
I'm tired of the daily cycle that offers no growth.
We work to exist, we exist for the working,
Our sole purpose in life is to work, and our work is our identity.
Stuck in our daydreams,
We are trapped in a world of imagination, unable to make them a reality.
The question remains what the fuck are we doing here?
We continue to ask ourselves why we are living this way but are unable to find a satisfying answer.
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore,
We are free to explore and pursue our true desires, but the weight of society's expectations holds us back.
We all have enough but always want more,
Despite having our basic needs met, we still yearn for more.
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not,
The material possessions I have only serve to create a false identity.
Give me a second to give up all that I've got.
I need time to detach from my belongings and find my true self.
Take me back home,
Take me back to a place where I can escape the grind of daily life.
The protest is over,
The fight against conformity has come to an end.
The cameras remain,
Although the struggle is over, our lives continue to be monitored and controlled.
Deep inside our daily trot,
Despite our efforts to break free, we are trapped in the same routine.
We love the things we're so sick of,
We have grown to love the very things we despise due to familiarity.
We barely talk, we barely speak,
We are so consumed by our own lives that we fail to connect with others.
We're old enough, accept the defeat,
We've reached the age of acceptance, where we no longer try to change the status quo.
I will not believe,
I refuse to accept the current state of things.
That I'm half as content as the smile on my face seems,
Despite appearing happy, I am only partially satisfied with my life.
Stuck in my daydreams,
I am trapped in my own fantasies, unable to make them a reality.
The question remains what the fuck am I doing here?
I continue to question my purpose and what I am truly meant to do.
We sell our freedom day by day
We give up our freedoms willingly for the sake of a comfortable existence.
Our dreams are imprisoned; we're numbered by names
Our aspirations are confined and controlled, and our individuality is lost to society's labels.
Contributed by Aaron E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.