| Song | The Theme |
| Artist | Wallenstein |
| Album | Blitzkrieg |
| Rain begins at half past ten | |
| We like to play our music then | |
| Bound to Earth we sat | |
| With nasty things we (tried??) apart | |
| A stimulating wellness over all | |
| Grey keeps white and purple red | |
| One colours flex in our head | |
| Where is the light, I am, or am I bound to (Monday??) then | |
| My solution, it is love |