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Finally Included in the Linda Canon

Posted on December 31, 2024 by admin

This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders

Finally in the Linda canon

In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda

In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda
To steal your spirit, cold as the winters,
They whisper softly, whisper hollow,
They creep closer, they always follow.

Your heart is warm, your gaze so clear,
Yet shadows follow, none appear.
They dig so deep, they come for you,
They mock, they jeer, they’re cruel, untrue.

In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda,
They hunt for lights, for light and children.
They weave their nets, nets full of pain,
They want it all – your heart, your flame.

Their whispers crawl through every wall,
The room grows cold, time starts to fall.
The world dissolves, you’re not yourself,
They dance in silence, stealing health.

I search for you, Linda, for your face,
Yet shadows drift; you’re all light’s trace.
They leer in silence, I hear their glee,
In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda.

In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda,
They crave your ember, the fire deep inner.
Yet I cling tight, I won’t let go,
Your name blazes like torches glow.

Linda, Linda, do you hear?
I scream at shadows, but they draw near.
The ghosts stay silent, but I won’t flee,
You won’t die in this frozen sea.

In dir verschwinden wollen sie, Linda,
But love doesn’t perish, Linda, never.
I fight, I yell, I hold my stance,
Together we burn, as torches dance.

In dir verschwinden… wollen sie… Linda…
But I stay here… for you… forever.

There it is, our contribution to the Lindawave canon. A bit of a paranoid science-fiction-style Linda track, complete with a War-of-the-Worlds bridge.

I did it. I’ve created a Linda track.

Honestly, with a Linda track, the album can’t really fail anymore. The only thing any serious bat cloak or bohemian in harem pants seeks in a wave album is the Linda track.

Yesterday, I also put together another particularly brilliant track for Dieter’s solo album. I’m keeping it under wraps for now, but this is the cover art:

![Cover Art](https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/21048253-2cdf-46fc-a2e3-ba36800d8cd9_1024x1024.png)

It’s psychedelic folk because Dieter wants to demonstrate that krautdance is more than just German stomp beats and straightforward dance music.

So even on New Year’s Eve, things remain exciting in the Benders household.

Do I have a kind of speech for you? Yes, maybe about how incomprehensible I find it that something like this came from Motown Records:

Horrible mastering, really. This is unbearable—what an utter mess. And no, I’m not talking about the music style or even the tired trap-vocoder gimmick.

But apparently, there are entire demographics now for whom “messy” became the norm. Though don’t underestimate the phenomenon of bought popularity either.

Of course, people with hearing impairments also deserve music. But do they deserve their own canon without any clear indication that it’s a canon for those with hearing disabilities?

That’s a question, fortunately, one can have differing opinions on.

There’s something to be said about how the Linda canon isn’t very German in origin.

Kind regards,

Martinus Benders

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Castles Get Kicked in the Bricks each Summer

Let’s face it: some backpacks just carry your stuff. This one tells your entire life philosophy in one ridiculous, multilingual joke. Imagine strolling into a museum, a bus stop, or your ex's new wedding—with a bag that declares, in ten languages, that castles are always the losers of summer.

Why? Because deep down, you know:

  • Tourists always win.
  • History has a sense of humor.
  • And you, my friend, are not carrying your lunch in just any nylon sack—you’re carrying it in a medieval meltdown on your shoulders.

This backpack says:

  • “I’ve been to four castles, hated three, and got kicked out of one for asking where the dragons were.”
  • “I appreciate heritage sites, but I also think they could use a bit more slapstick.”
  • “I’m cute, I’m moopish, and I will absolutely picnic on your parapet.”

It’s absurd.
It’s philosophical.
It holds snacks.

In short, it’s not just a backpack—it’s a mobile monument to glorious collapse.

And honestly? That’s what summer’s all about.

Philosophy thirts

Feeling surveilled? Alienated by modernity? Accidentally started explaining biopolitics at brunch again? Then it’s time to proudly declare your loyalties (and your exhaustion) with our iconic “I’m with Fuckold” shirt.

This tee is for those who’ve:

  • Said “power is everywhere” in a non-BDSM context.
  • Tried to explain Discipline and Punish to their cat.
  • Secretly suspect the panopticon is just their neighbour with binoculars.

Wearing this shirt is a cry of love, rebellion, and post-structural despair. It says:
“Yes, I’ve read Foucault. No, I will not be okay.”

Stay tuned for more philosophical shirts and backpacks, as we at Benders are working on an entire collection that will make even the ghost of Hegel raise an eyebrow.

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