The self-titled debut from Kingdom Come took the charts by storm in 1988. “In Your Face” broke up the band a year later. A new all German version of Kingdom Come put out the underrated “Hands Of Time” in 1991, the last album on their Polydor contract. It did nothing and they lost their U.S deal, but with a proviso that no other U.S label could sign them unless Polydor allowed them to.
And Lenny Wolf refused to stop.
“Bad Image” came in 1993, and then “Twilight Cruiser” dropped in 1995.
Both albums are forgotten. But they shouldn’t be. While grunge and industrial metal took over the airwaves, melodic blues based rock was still alive and well.
Lyrically, “Twilight Cruiser” deals with isolation and loneliness. A metaphor for someone who wanders through life aimlessly, searching for meaning and purpose.
“I can hear the silence in the dark”
This isn’t just synesthesia. It’s not poetry for its own sake. This is sensing the void. Not hearing nothingness, but hearing silence as presence, not absence. Like when you’re up at 2AM, and the world’s asleep, but your mind’s loud. This line doesn’t describe loneliness. It names it, in that way only people who have lived through it understand.
The kind of quiet you only recognize after the show’s over, after the crowd is gone, and you’re left with yourself and your ringing ears. That moment where you realize nobody is coming to save you, and that’s liberating as hell.
“Closing in the distance to my heart”
What was once out there, distant, abstract, is getting personal. The silence, the unknown, the ‘thing’ we fear or yearn for… it’s now at your chest, tapping your sternum. The detachment is gone. It’s getting intimate.
This could be grief. It could be love. It could be the epiphany that comes only after you’ve burned all the other options to the ground.
“Now and then a quick glance at the stars / Coming of a deep trance, peace at large”
Here’s the shift. A quick look up, a glance at something eternal, pulls you from your hypnotic state. You’re no longer in autopilot. You wake. You feel. It’s the spiritual equivalent of ripping your VR headset off and realizing you’re in a galaxy.
This is what rock and roll used to do before algorithms turned it into background noise. It used to wake you up.
The peace doesn’t come from control, it comes from surrender. You stop needing answers and start loving the questions.
“Like a soothing shelter over me / I have come to love her mystery”
Now she arrives. But she’s not a person. Not quite. She’s the Night, the Muse, the Unknown.
You used to fear the dark. Now it’s your cloak.
What once confused you now holds you, not because it explains itself, but because it lets you dissolve into it.
You’re no longer demanding clarity. You’re falling in love with chaos.
“Making me surrender, letting go / Guiding me so tender, very slow”
You’re not driving anymore. The wheel’s gone. Control is a myth, and thank God.
You’re being guided, not pushed. Led, not dragged.
There’s a tenderness to this surrender. It’s not violent. It’s almost erotic.
Like the way a great solo builds slowly, not to impress, but to invite.
It’s permission to be human.
The problem is thinking you have to fix everything. The answer is learning how to bleed without flinching.
“When the night is falling / I hear voices calling”
This is your moment of becoming. The night doesn’t just fall like a curtain, it opens a portal.
The voices? They’re not ghosts. They’re not demons. They’re memories, regrets, desires.
They’re everything you silenced in daylight.
At night, the suppressed becomes symphony. Lying in bed with nothing but a song and a past you can’t outrun.
“Like an aimless shooter / I’m a twilight cruiser”
The aimless shooter isn’t violent. He’s drifting. Firing into the void not to hit something, but to make noise, to feel real.
The twilight cruiser is someone who lives in the in-between. Not day. Not night. Not good. Not evil. Just existing in the grey zone, free from roles, from right answers.
This is the archetype of the modern antihero, the midnight philosopher, the vagabond spirit searching not for destinations, but for feeling.
It’s the cowboy without a saddle.
The punk without a cause.
The part of you that wasn’t made for daylight.
This song is a meditation disguised as melody. It’s about drifting into mystery, letting go of the need to dominate your inner world, and falling in love with uncertainty. It’s not a love song, it’s a survival song, whispered from the edge of isolation, written for people who are done pretending everything makes sense.
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