Tracks (25)
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Mr. Officer
On patrol in metropolis.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Later
A crazy preacher.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Indian Nightmare
The Indian hallucingen perdition.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Blues Xp
The young cross-eyed girl seems lost.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Rear Window
Melancholy in the big city.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Knockout
The mad machine cannot be stopped.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Dionysos
Welcome to the weightless breakdance room.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Magreb
The darkest samba ever!
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Fighting Diver
In the depth, the diver is fighting for his life.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Military Movement
Sci-fi soldiers on the advance.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Rotation
Bad mood in the engine room of the submarine.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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The Cage
In a dark cage lies the wicked creature.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Nucleus
Who can stop this dark force?
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Karma
Brouhaha in the factory.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Obscure March
Malaria delusion in the jungle.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Nightride
A night in Berlin - models and celebraties are strolling around.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Captain Bee
Strange, this Captain Bee!
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Latin Troopers
Guerillas on their "funky" way.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Streetsurface
Life in a computer game.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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The End of Rock
Rock or hop?
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Unborn
There is a secret...
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Dinosaur
Melancholic meditation of the turtle.
Composed by Moritz Denis, Eike Hosenfeld
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Kung Fu
Is Tai-Chi the martial arts of Arizona?
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Darkside
Crossing the Hades by raft.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis
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Doom
We float through space and have lost contact to earth years ago.
Composed by Eike Hosenfeld, Moritz Denis