Debuting in 2005 on Graz' Houseverbot imprint as one third of the Winterstr… Read Full Bio ↴Debuting in 2005 on Graz' Houseverbot imprint as one third of the Winterstrand collective, and pushed by the feedback on his EP on Martsman's Plainaudio Records, Simon/off's unique style has been constantly evolving ever since.
Being heavily influenced by all sorts of Breakbeats, Techno and IDM-ish sounds, his tunes enjoy support by the likes of DJ Distance (Planet Mu, Rinse FM), Bunzer0 (Sub FM) or Oli Marlow (Sonic Router / Hive FM).
 Simon/off's intoxicating live-shows and DJ-Sets have already fascinated audiences all across Europe. In 2010 he released tunes on labels like Haunted Audio, Echodub and Paradise Lost.
His intricate and funky drum work brought him attention of Bristols Immerse Records where he just released his Forever EP.
For 2011 more releases on US-based labels Haunted Audio and others are scheduled.

Day In Day Out
Simon/off Lyrics

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{J.G. Thirwell)
If Moses had heard about this one there would've been another commandment:
"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver whilst all thine fat is in the fire"
This isn't the melody that lingers on, it's the malady that malingers on
There's the Devil to pay - he can keep the change - I can't stand the thought
Of another cold day...
I AIN'T GOT A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN LIMBO
Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating

Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between suicide
And genoicide
I've been impaled by the sins of World Ware Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million jews
I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform - or a good night's sleep
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - My fate is sealed
I'm stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
The tearing of my FLESH - The thud of my CARCASS
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute after I jumped from the
Astral plain
No escape from four stone slimy walls I built up while trying to knock them
Down
DEATH warrant DEATH wwatch DEATH rattle DEATH'S door - ain't I died enough
Before?
Deliver me from this treachery... Deliver me from this AGONY
Stop trying to make a man of me... I ain't got the raw materials, see?
I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of Babel and all of my DEATH cards
Are on the table
I met my maker and I don't like what I see... Medusa is fondling me
Blut und Boten are strictly verboten, it's a classic case of mort subite
But what I thought was the quickest solution turned out to be satanic destiny
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - my fate is sealed
I'm stood on the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
I DIED EVERY NIGHT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
The tearing of my FLESH - the thud of my CARCASS
THE RHYTHMIC CRUNCH OF BONE
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL

I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Simon/off's "Day In Day Out" paint a picture of a tortured soul, struggling with the weight of the world on their shoulders. The opening line invokes Moses and the Ten Commandments, suggesting that the singer's predicament is worthy of divine intervention. The singer laments the malady that lingers on, alluding to a persistent sickness that has no cure. The devil is mentioned, with the singer declaring that he can keep the change, unable to bear the thought of another cold day. The refrain "I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in limbo" speaks to the feeling of being stuck in a hopeless situation with no way out.

The verse reflects on the difficulties of existence on a mass scale, with the singer mentioning mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, and mass debating. The lyrics suggest that the cause of their problems is mass existence itself and that the only choices available are suicide or genocide. The singer alludes to the sins of World War II, referencing the Holocaust and the skins of six million Jews. The lyrics reveal the depth of the singer's despair when they say they would join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform or a good night's sleep.

The chorus declares "All hell breaks loose," and the singer laments being stood at the gallows again, with the inscription on their tombstone reading "Wish You Were Here." The tearing of the flesh, thud of the carcass, and rhythmic crunch of bone all speak to the physical anguish the singer experiences. They reveal they spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in hell, which reinforces the theme of eternal torment, and conclude the song by repeating the line, ending on a note of despair.

Line by Line Meaning

If Moses had heard about this one there would've been another commandment:
If Moses knew what was going on here, he would have made a new commandment to address this situation.

"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver whilst all thine fat is in the fire"
Don't waste your time when there is a lot at stake.

This isn't the melody that lingers on, it's the malady that malingers on
The problem doesn't go away, even though the happy times do which makes it even worse.

There's the Devil to pay - he can keep the change - I can't stand the thought of another cold day...
Things are bad and they don't seem to be getting any better, making the future seem very bleak.

I AIN'T GOT A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN LIMBO
There's no hope for me, no matter how you look at it.

Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
There are a lot of people around, talking and debating about various issues, but nothing seems to be getting done.

Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between suicide and genoicide
The fact that there are so many people around is what's causing all the problems, and there seems to be no way out.

I've been impaled by the sins of World Ware Two
The consequences of the second world war are still weighing heavily on me.

Can't sleep for the skins of six million jews
The atrocities of the holocaust have left an indelible mark on me.

I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform - or a good night's sleep
Things are so bad that even joining a racist organization seems like a good idea.

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
Everything is going wrong and it's getting worse every day.

The jig is up - My fate is sealed I'm stood at the gallows again
Things have come to a head and there's no way out, I'm going to be punished for everything that's gone wrong.

The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
Even my death isn't going to bring me peace, I'll still be alone.

The tearing of my FLESH - The thud of my CARCASS The rhythmic crunch of bone Crucifixion is my addiction...
I can't escape the pain, it's like I'm addicted to it.

I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
Things were so bad that it felt like an eternity in a horrible place where nothing good ever happened.

When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have so much time to complain
I'm alone against a hostile world, and should be focused on doing something about it instead of complaining.

I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute after I jumped from the Astral plain
I thought I had things figured out, but I was wrong - my faith was shaken.

No escape from four stone slimy walls I built up while trying to knock them down
The walls I built around myself to protect myself are now trapping me and there seems to be no way out.

DEATH warrant DEATH wwatch DEATH rattle DEATH'S door - ain't I died enoughBefore?
Death seems to be constantly lurking, reminding me that my time is running out.

Deliver me from this treachery... Deliver me from this AGONY
Please, someone, save me from all this pain and suffering.

Stop trying to make a man of me... I ain't got the raw materials, see?
I can't handle all this pressure - I'm not capable of doing what's expected of me.

I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of Babel and all of my DEATH cards Are on the table
I know what needs to be done, but the weight of it all is almost too much for me to handle.

I met my maker and I don't like what I see... Medusa is fondling me
I'm facing judgement and I'm not happy with what I'm seeing - it's like being trapped by a monster.

Blut und Boten are strictly verboten, it's a classic case of mort subite
I'm in a situation where everything is forbidden, and there seems to be no way out.

But what I thought was the quickest solution turned out to be satanic destiny
The thing I thought would solve my problems has actually made them worse.

The jig is up - my fate is sealed I'm stood on the gallows again The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
I'm facing punishment for everything that's gone wrong and there's no escaping it - even death won't bring me comfort.

I DIED EVERY NIGHT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
The pain and suffering I've been through feels like it's lasted an eternity.

The tearing of my FLESH - the thud of my CARCASS THE RHYTHMIC CRUNCH OF BONE Crucifixion is my addiction...
I can't escape the pain, it's like I'm addicted to it.

I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
Things were so bad that it felt like an eternity in a horrible place where nothing good ever happened.