TEN YEARS AFTER

TEN YEARS AFTER

The title inevitably recalls a legendary band and one of the most famous songs of its era. Yet this album is neither homage nor reinterpretation. The connection begins and ends with a phrase.

The centerpiece of the record is I’D KINDA LOVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD, a text written and performed by Robert Fitterman and Roberto Balò. Their lyrics echo and refract fragments of cultural memory, personal desire, political unease, and everyday absurdity. Rather than telling a linear story, the words move through shifting images: a woman in a red dress, economies feeding on themselves, children, war, Mars, Jupiter, honey, money, love, freedom. The result is a poetic stream in which private and collective realities collide.

The album presents three different versions of the same song. The lyrics remain unchanged, while the musical environments transform around them. Repetition becomes variation; variation becomes a way of listening more closely. Each version reveals another layer, another emotional temperature, another possible meaning hidden within the same words.

The remaining five tracks are instrumental explorations by ambientfunk, the musical project of Klaus Killisch. Built around electric guitar, effect pedals, loops, and textures, these pieces move between ambient atmospheres and rhythmic undercurrents. At times they drift quietly through open sonic landscapes; at others, brief flashes of distorted guitar emerge like signals from another world. Fragments of heavy metal energy appear and disappear, never settling into genre, but leaving traces in the air.

Time is present throughout the album—not as nostalgia, but as distance. TEN YEARS AFTER an event, a song, an idea, or a dream, things rarely remain what they once were. Memories mutate. Meanings shift. Sounds acquire new shadows.

These recordings inhabit that space between remembrance and reinvention.

I’D KINDA LOVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD

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Robert Fitterman, Roberto Balò: words / vocals
Klaus Killisch / ambientfunk: music

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Her bags are down low.
Fifty thousand miles beneath my brain.
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.
Pardon, in her apron. Oh, Lord, oh Lord. I want you to… 

She’s got a red dress on.

Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy.
I’d love to change the world. Change the world… Change.

So you gotta bring it on. Bring it on home.
I want to free you, she says. I’m glad you’re free, she says.

I’m glad you’re free, free, free. Love me. Love me.

She’s coming down the road. She’s coming down the road.
Children on her knees.
You gotta love me, gotta love me, gotta love me, girl.
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.

Won’t you pull me down from the Jupiter, Jupiter.
Tell them to stop the war.

I’ll run up to my woman… with a love like solid gold.
Bring it on, bring it on. Gonna see my woman… red dress. Yeah.

Just black and white. Rich or poor. Bees make honey. Who needs money now? 

Not poor me.
While I’m all hung up on Mars.
Lord knows you gotta
bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.

Oh yeah. Inside of me. I want you to know I’ll never leave you. 

So I’ll leave it up to you.
One of these days, boy.

Life is funny.
Skies are sunny.
One of these days, boy.
Life is funny.
Skies are sunny.
One of these days
life is funny.

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