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Moderat's formation began back in 2002 in Berlin, Germany when Sascha Ring (aka Apparat) and Gernot Bronsert and Sebastian Szary (aka Modeselektor) recorded an EP for the record label BPitch Control ("Auf Kosten der Gesundheit"). When it came time to begin working on an album, Moderat suddenly broke up.
Meanwhile Modeselektor set a milestone in German music history with their sophomore album, Happy Birthday!, including musicians such as Puppetmastaz, Maximo Park and Thom Yorke. Amongst a slew of remixes for the likes of Thom Yorke and Björk, Modeselektor also went on to tour with Radiohead across Japan in 2008.
Apparat, on the other hand, moved forward with his album Walls in 2007 (after his collaboration with Ellen Allien on "Orchestra of Bubbles"), taking a musical path that was more band-oriented and kept him on tour for several years running.
2008 saw the reunion of this project and the three members of Moderat went back to the studio to continue working together and finally released their 1st full album "Moderat" in April 2009. This is a monumental 'audio-visual declaration' album, which includes ten videos by Berlin's highly regarded visualists Pfadfinderei.
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Sick With It
Moderat Lyrics
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All my money all my time I've spent on it
All specialized, all reinvented
State of the art to enter the Internet
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
Into the cyberspace they're calling me
Login the pass
Pandora's box is open
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
It makes you feel like ice cold winter
In this labyrinth of filth and sin
Some things are sweet and some even sweeter
Link by link the ice is getting thin
On my deadly journey right to the center
This dragging twister takes me under
I'm willing to survive, can't surrender
To the call of this phony splendor
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
Call from a distance
Voices of bliss
Voice from a distance
Calling my name
Me na go, wouldn't enter this
The song "Sick With It" by Moderat is about the negative effects that technology and the internet can have on our lives. The singer describes their "perfect media center," which they have invested all their money and time into, but which has also become an obsession that is driving them insane. They describe feeling like their head, feet, brain, blood, lungs, and veins are all burning up in flames as they are pulled deeper into the internet and the world of cyberspace.
The singer hears their "demons howling" and feels like they are being called into Pandora's box, a metaphorical container for all the evils of the world. They describe feeling like they are in a "labyrinth of filth and sin" and that they are being dragged under by a "dragging twister" as they try to resist the pull of the internet's addictive and destructive qualities.
Despite the danger, the singer is still drawn to the internet and technology, even as they acknowledge its negative effects. They refuse to surrender to the "phony splendor" of the online world and instead try to survive the journey to the center of it all.
Line by Line Meaning
See my perfect media center
Look at my meticulously curated technology setup
All my money all my time I've spent on it
I have invested significant resources into this
All specialized, all reinvented
Everything is customized and improved upon
State of the art to enter the Internet
It's built with cutting-edge technology to access the internet
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
This obsession with technology is taking a toll on my mental and physical well-being
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
It's causing me physical pain and distress
I can hear my demons howling
My anxieties and negative emotions are amplified by my use of technology
Into the cyberspace they're calling me
These feelings are manifesting in the online world
Login the pass
I'm accessing my digital accounts
Pandora's box is open
I have opened myself up to danger and harm
It makes you feel like ice cold winter
The darkness and depravity of the internet can make you feel isolated and cold
In this labyrinth of filth and sin
The internet can be a maze of immoral and disturbing content
Some things are sweet and some even sweeter
Some online experiences can seemingly be positive, but they are alluring and dangerous
Link by link the ice is getting thin
Each connection to the digital world is melting away my resistance to its negative effects
On my deadly journey right to the center
I'm immersing myself deeper and deeper into this dangerous obsession
This dragging twister takes me under
I'm being pulled further and further into a vortex of harmful online behavior
I'm willing to survive, can't surrender
Despite the dangers, I'm determined to overcome this addiction
To the call of this phony splendor
I'm realizing that the supposed allure of the digital world is fake
Call from a distance
I'm being beckoned from afar
Voices of bliss
The positive aspects of technology are enticing me
Voice from a distance
The call of the digital world is getting stronger
Calling my name
It's specifically targeting me and my weaknesses
Me na go, wouldn't enter this
I'm resisting the pull towards harmful online behavior
Contributed by Hannah M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.