SPOKEN WORDS TRANSLATION
To become familiar with the supreme disciple, shake hands with the enemy, intervene/look in the word of love, open my heart's well into space and forgo the normal, forget what was normal, put my now, the catastrophic, in the light, entrust, surrender, take the sickle off the neck, part the fire from the flames, understand my quiet despair, say goodbye to the usual, I will go this way.

Create a LOVE  NET by making "chains", adding the own love music and vocals to music or vocals that are already in the playlist. Feel free to use any  existing part in love and respect,  and remix, develop, continue, add ... the aim is to let chains grow and spread to a net. it would be lovely to hear love messages in many languages. Please copy the description in your description, that it can go on, and when publishing please make it downloadable for others.       

Riders in the storm use their wings from heart to heart. No borders. Become familiar with the supreme discipline. The heaven is possible. These times want voices, bridges, roads of love. At the beginning there was the word, I'm not sure, but here it is. Be fantastic and ride! People around the world, artists, musicians, vocalists, participate in your own way, style and language. Spread and connect. Be riders in the storm!
here is the link to the project: soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-love-collab
The idea is creating a grid, everybody can connect wherever she/he likes, at any station of the net, with his/her music and words of love and peace, anybody can use any part of the whole and remix, develop, connect, where he wants, all is open to all - if we all make it downloadable it works.  Use my words and translation if you want or not, and i would love to hear your voices, spoken, sung love words. 
 
Please inform me when you have published the Chain with your part in it and i will collect the CHAINS in a playlist, and please write my description in your description. and add your description, whatever, RIDERS IN THE LIGHT FROM HEART TO HEART. A Net can grow in any direction. Much love to all. Karin

INVITATION TO EVERYBODY_CREATE A HUMAN LOVE NET_PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION

So sprichst du (piano Martin Rüdisser, words and voice Karin Tarabochia)

Heute fahren Räder durch mich (Sound / Klaus Tauber)

http://vimeo.com/109472041
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WddcCfmK3Yc

"In meinen Augen müde Krieger", "In my eyes tired warriors", is a video poem, a collaborative artistic project  between Paulo Ahumada Rovai (Argentine), Wolfgang Riedmann (Austria) and Karin Tarabochia (Austria).

Sound: guitar improvisation by Wolfgang Riedmann
Videoart: Paulo Ahumada Rovai (Wasibison)
Based on the poem  "In meinen Augen müde Krieger" 
Text and voice by Karin Tarabochia

It's a text about what I imagine to be the inner warrior. The inner forth that helps approaching to challenge, having the courage to go through, getting to the bottom of one's own swamp, walking through hell and getting clearer, aware, cautious, seeing through one's own games ... Personal development and feeling more and more connected with all by heart ... 

In my eyes tired warriors_In meinen Augen müde Krieger_ P. Ahumada Rovai/W. Riedmann

https://soundcloud.com/esuyamagishi
https://soundcloud.com/slingingwain/milky-way
https://soundcloud.com/slingingwain/stell-dich


Passes fast, what seems important and nice, 
and remains on the edge! 
You’re looking at me through bushes of snow.
From your tree-house I am small and you up there are flying.
And nothing detains your flight, you are free! 
Oh, happy day! 

I take my power to myself, 
horses on the run, sparrow that crosses my way.
Over and over again the sleep takes me inwards. 
Dream show, let me travel! 
My wish for security. Does’nt exist, I reply.
Living at the edge of day, rested?
Man and woman, a vehicle put down in the warmth?
Taking off chains, this chance exists. 
Supporting wheel saying thanks to all which lent a hand. 
Woman and man, and springtime at the lake.

 I choose heaven, often, word which stands for luck. 
Where those meet who are getting on well.   
Place for all, growing in everybody.
In between rocks, meadows, gale. 
In between the time comes and goes, roasting, preparing. 
Putting up with that what is given, and I know nothing. 

Whether I live in fullness, enthusiastic and on the trace of fun 
without considering my losses, or saving me up, 
whether I am committed, understand my heart wind – 
however, he sometimes sleeps me to the wall, 
lays me down in old grass, there I play with my fingers – 
whether I understand the way, collecting me, discipline and hope, 
tenaciously persisting, or not, forgetting the apple dream. 
Now, finally, my pain mentions itself completely by itself 
put to the bird's wall and his echo goes down in the call of the world

However, now my body sings this song louder, 
hand and foot, the back, the head. The heart.
Approaching the lake, the gate, my path full of roots, 
footbridge in the land of day. 
Rich blessing on the road, oh happy day.




Oh Happy Day! / S.Yamagishi_with lyrics

Part of a reading at the Theater Kosmos 2012 in Bregenz

outro
Peter Vigl / sax
Brigitte Riedmann / synt
Hubert Sander / jew's harp

Zieh die Stiefel an! (Put on your boots)_Hubert Sander/Jew's harp

"Latis tempore" & the Seven Babes from the Sunny Cave (2016), a very beautiful track for 7 jew's harps, written by Gyula Bódis @discratebye, it was fun to add a little waterpoetry. 

Foto: Martin Rüdisser

Regen, ich rufe dich!
Ström durch mich, schwemm mich aus,
Unrast und alles, was blockiert
sich dem Leben wehrt.
Spül mich frei, lös spröde Fesseln auf,
Die viel zu lange mich gebunden.
Mich drängt’s, ich suche dich.
Klär meinen Geist. Ich bin bereit.
Regen, nimm mich, wasch mich frei.

Rain, I call you!
Stream through me, wash out
Restlessness and all that blocks
that denies me life.
Rinse me free, dissolve brittle bonds,
Too long bound me.
It's urgent, I search you.
Clear my mind. I am ready.
Rain, take me, wash me free.

Wassertropfen, unzählbar verschwenderisch,
lasse ich Ton für Ton nach innen rollen
Gluckern, Tröpfeln, Murmeln, Rieseln,
Plätschern, Gurgeln, Rinnen, Fließen,
Plantschen, Spritzen, Rauschen, Gießen,
kostbar, fruchtbar, Leben spendend,
höhlen Stein, füllen Fluss und Meer.
Orchester, das nie schweigt!
Wassermassen stürzen, prasseln,
zischen, tosen, toben, branden,

Water drops, uncountable wastefully,
I call to roll inwards, tone for tone
Gurgling, trickling, murmuring, rilling,
dabbling, blobbing, guttering, flowing,
Splashing, sprinkling, rushing, pouring,
precious, fertile, life donating,
excavating stone, filling river and sea.
Orchestra which never is quiet!
Water masses falling, beating,
hissing, roaring, raving, .

Staunend neig’ ich mich in mich –
Im Nassen landen!
Wasser überall, die Quelle voll.
Das Meer in mir,
Ozean, auf den sich die Sonne legt.
Küsten, Strände, Inseln, Wind,
Schaumkronen und Firmament.
Millionen von Sternen hüpfen auf Wellen.

Amazed I bend in myself –
landing in the wet!
Water everywhere, full spring.
The sea within me,
Ocean on which the sun lies down.
Whitecaps and firmament.
Millions of stars hopping on waves.

ich dehne mich nach allen Seiten
mein Lachen in der Luft
Wasser bin ich,
fruchtbar, furchtbar, wunderbar

I stretch in all directions
my laughter in the air
I am water,
fertile, terrible, wonderful



Wassertropfen_KONOKUNOK (Latis Tempore)& Augenmerk & lyrics


@telefan

Jim - Original music, Guitars and Bass
Karin - spoken word and poem

The image is from a 19th century print from Robert John Thornton's Temple of Flora.


A place in me

A place in me is just for you
Sun is there and cats
Welcome, close to me, my given
All of me meets all of you

We are good to each other, just good
My skin speaks your language
Your face is sky, above which everything moves
I read in you and out of you

Invite you under the evening tree
encounter in my dream
which is none, we live
Live side by side
back to back, too
Islands with bridges

Rope dancing on words since the first time
Straining threads between tops and roots
Magic in all, simply beautifully simple
simply beautiful


Simply Beautiful (Telefan & Augenmerk)

Music, composition, & mix: @unearth-noise
Violins: @damla-bozkurt
Choir: @dandelions-breath
Poem & recitation: Augenmerk

My foot of shards comes back to the day, 
there at home, where steps enter and leave, 
where the world meets at the station and sets out.
My heart laughs. Love, love - I love myself 
and know the air closer to the heavens. 
I trust in luck, it returns and throws me further into laughter. 
Discover the deliciousness, enjoy the secret! 
My step goes along, fills up with sun, resident on the solar road.
My house was empty and homeless. Now it fills up, filling me. 
I already see the blessings, which preceded my step. 
I see my aim on the horizon, morning-red
and turn the foot on parting, hop the low wall, 
because there is nothing more from the tower containing me, 
just a few handful of stones, stacked, 
and every breath blows them down.
Earth strength pure, my heavy foot pushs off, starts walking. 
Borderland familiar and cold night. 
I leave behind and know me free, 
free to choose everything within me and decide. 
I feel the war outworn for a long time, 
homecoming was long ago, shades passed. 
Only the rear gives stuff again. 
Now I am fit, I lean into the day, roll up my thinking, 
I lace mind, backpack and shoes, however, walking stick they are not. 
Love has chosen to meet me. 
Since long her call shines in my heart and surprises me colourfully. 
My light ball heart. 
I learn the step which gives my guard information, but releases me,
and join in the dance.
5 to 12 is ball night and the best approaches. 
My lead joins in the dance, astonished, 
and my ground is hollow inside and outside water.
Ship I am on stormy ocean, wind and weather batter me.
I release myself and watch them shaking me. 
Informations already sink in the cells: 
„You are accepted, you have arrived. 
Try harder! Soon we go ashore, pull on your boots!
Our dance will be on solid ground.
I'm the one who calls the shots and airs my dance house.
Out the bad, away the evil spirits!
Today nobody is tormented, and for sure not I.
A feast is coming up and who strives for mastery, steps forward.
Now my step comes forward, joins in the dance. 
All good moods he has collected on the way
and holds them like flags to the astonished audience, 
blowing through the OH and AH: „She can do it anyway!“ 
I've always been a dancer, but only the blind still saw this, 
who held my dance image with his inner eye. 
The others who stared into space, where I was not,
saw only my led-colored day horse which dragged me along.
Sluice the lake , which has gathered from tears. 
On the ground are pearls and dross. 
No more collecting, not the shine, not his shades. 
Turn the path quite easily to the light! Shadow time is past.
A little it may still blaze. Light and shadow dance!
However, now my step brings flowers to the desolate country 
and gives up the lease.........(full text available on request)


Resident On The Solar Road_with Unearth Noise, DmIll, Dandelion's Breath


Please look up https://soundcloud.com/midipunk and https://soundcloud.com/discratebye  

Gyula: original sound "Bellus Melius (F 120 BPM)" Jew's Harp Trio
Pete: drums and final mix
Karin: lyrics and spoken word

I Want You, You Want Me_VASKOS, MidiPunk & Augenmerk

Please look up the brilliant work of Skiprope Cello 
https://soundcloud.com/richard-blaine-3

An Empty sky
but I don't mourn
Life is a thunderstorm on swaying ground
My shoes full of holes, my legwear is worn,
the drive through wind and fog goes on.

No vehicle, on bare soil I am pushed and pulled,
spread by the wind and blown,
in all directions I escape, flee, melt away.

And now I'm quiet and empty.
I've lost and gained
I'm closer to me and near to the ground,
harkening to the rain, sifting my moods.
____________________________________________________________

Does happiness need the entire room
and no swords in the neck,
or contently living at the brink?

Nevertheless, I have always flown,
following flying foxes and the migration of birds.
I have felt the wind bride and her call.

“Miracle” was the slogan and healing my lot.
Now I have jumped off this horse
have left the wind or he me.

I'm sitting firmly on the ground
in fog grass and thin it out by night.
I'm grazing the nights.
Silent hours still unfurl themselves to me
and my horses graze, moonlit.
The best time is timeless.
Carrying my cloak of mist to shreds I am carefree.

(repeats both verses of 2nd movement as a round)

An empty sky
Is the slogan and healing of my lot
______________________________________________________

Sifting my moods.
I have not counted them, they have remained.
My happiness is timeless, don't often ask me how I am.
Life runs in narrow lanes. Is there freedom?
Freely tasting the ground water.

No collateral. No safeties.
No big moments fill the day,
Kind of ornamental happiness.
Is this luck, staggering on one leg in a circle?

An empty sky and I don't mourn
Life is a thunderstorm on swaying ground.

An Empty Sky - Skiprope Cello & Augenmerk (Collaboration)

experimental vocalmix "An old experiment": AUGENMERK   
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/an-old-experiment_barfus-bist-du-gekommen
Music & arrangement: MOON DUST
https://soundcloud.com/petri-kiviniemi
words ...
Schicksalswind, wen brachtest du?
Einen Gütebogen? Hält Liebe stand?
Nun geht der Regentag zu Ende
Ob meine Wohnung dürstet?
Barfuß bist du gekommen 
Als die Wand mich sah und der Boden sich zurückzog
Wen hast du gerufen als mich das Licht verließ
Und wo warst du als die Taubheit zurückkehrte, mich einvernahm
In mir sprießt Frühling das ganze Jahr lang
Und dein Herbstfinger klafft meine Wunde nicht mehr weiter

Du bist gegangen als das Leben noch breit war
Blumenfeld, unter dem ich schlief
Und ich lief, als ich das Gehen wiedererkannte
Rund um den Berg, in dem der Ölturm brannte
Meistens warst du weg, verkanntest mich

Dieser Saal ist besetzt, Brutstätte
Die tanzen verlieren sich in Schritten
Tanzwald, die Manage ist frei – gewaltfrei?
Einer kommt herein, bringt das Licht mit im Rücken
Sein Gesicht Pokerface
Meistens endet der Tanz unerwartet
Wie du mir, so ich nicht!
Ich weiß nicht, wohin soll das gehen!

Mich fragst du, wann es soweit ist 
Und mein ewiger Abschied bevorsteht.
Sie fallen mir in den Rücken, wenn es soweit ist, 
Sie schüren den Hohn, mauernhoch

Ich lasse mich fallen, Ankunft in mir ungewiss 
Und das Stopp erklärt mir den Fluss.
Mittendrin steigst du nicht aus, 
Mittendrinn ist Ebbe und Flut und die Laufzeit, 
Das Nicht-enden-wollende-Schweigmeer

Lass den Boden strampeln, den Himmel schwanken!
Mitten im Eigenschwindel ist Balance
Im Ungleichgewicht Sicherheit
Im Nebel die Wahrheit pur, der Schlitten Klarheit
Schnee in der Hand
Gebe mein Schweigen auf, lasse die Tauben los!
Zeit gibt es nicht zwischen mir und dir
Wer diesem Tag entspricht, verlässt sich nicht
Vertraut dem Licht, gibt der Startbahn nach
Meine Reise vom Morgenstern vergisst die Gläubiger
Rennen den Damm ein, das uneinsichtige Land

Alles Ansichtssache oder nicht?
Weißt du, wer du bist, wonach und wie dir ist?
Fragst du dich, ob’s dich was angeht, was um dich passiert?
Aus deinen Mauern hinausschauen?
Abhauen aus dem eigenen hohen Krieg?




Barfuß Bist Du Gekommen _ MOON DUST &  AUGENMERK_REMIX

I followed the open collab invitation glad that Hot Os allowed me to add some lyrics to his delightful version and he did the mix. Thank you very much, Hot Os! Please check out the fabulous work of all. 
@samprock @hankbeukema @hotos

The time wakes up and dresses 
long shirt, which shaves the ground
coat of fog above the big moment

Bottomless thinking myself safe,
flying between breaths,
with all the IFS and BUTS,
in defiance of the worst,
against all odds,
reaching for the sky.

The time prevents the view
between what is, what was and what will be 
with veils. Thus she protects, 
because from what is can develop anything,
when thinking makes way for jumps
creating other ground for the next.

My YES and NO and the endless time,
the only time that remains, is NOW. 

Sam Prock & Hot Os  + Augenmerk Ft. Hank Beukema - Time Speck

This is my first offer for an open collab. "Ich habe heute den anderen Kopf angeschraubt" was a text for a poetry slam with the topic "ADDICTION", and it is about my addiction to writing and to words, which some of you might already have associated with me. It is in German and quite difficult for me to translate, but I hope it still speaks to you, even if you don't understand the words. I like this text and would really love to hear it wrapped in music, and even more lovely to hear different versions. So if you feel it, please just download and let me know what you have done. It is  not possible to write the whole text into the description. The missing parts I will add in comments. 


Sucht, Sucht, Sucht, Flucht, Sucht Sucht, Sucht, Flucht
Wenn Sucht dich sucht, ergreif die Flucht!

Ich habe heute den anderen Kopf angeschraubt, in dem sammle ich 
und lösche und ich lasse ihm nur das Weinen, das Lachen und das Lächeln.
Klar, Worte mag er, ihn stört es nicht, wenn durchs dritte Auge schon Wörter drängeln. Liebe, rufst du mich wach? Diebe in mir, Krawall und Krach jede Nacht.

Welche Lust liebäugelt mit mir? Welche Gier treibt mich vor sich her?
Bin ich bereit, mich dem Stier hinzugeben, der mich aufspießt 
und an den Tagrand wirft? Mich dem trüben Fischer an die Angel steckt?
Ein Berg im Rucksack, der mich vom Rand reißt. Wörtermarsch. Lustfron. 
Und einer wetzt Messer, hat mich im Visier, haarscharf im Fadenkreuz. 
Und die bald fällt?  

Ich nicht! Ich werde es mir abgewöhnen! Keine Lust mehr auf Sucht! Weder, noch! 
So nicht! Lust-Sucht-Verzeichnis. Lange Listen! Kein Tagbeil hetzt mich mehr! Schluss, ein für allemal! Ich pflichte dem stummen Applaus derer nicht bei, 
die auf Bäumen hockend den Mond im Nacken mein Blut saufen, 
sich berauschen an mir. Es reicht!

Sie laufen mir hinterher, verfolgen mich, pirschen sich an, zwielichtig, durchsichtig. Ich will sie nicht und lieb’ sie doch! Sie packen mich und heizen mir ein: 
„Betrüg uns nicht! Tu deine Pflicht und stirb, nein dicht’ oder auch nicht!“
Ich lache auf, zieh meinen Colt und ziele, scharf, zwischen die Augen.
Sie lachen mich aus, Worte sind´s bloß, kalte, schale.

Und wieder lockt die Nacht und treibt mich, dem Fadenlauf auf der Spur.
Und das Ende des Knäuels? Irgendwo innen, dünnes Fadenende, 
dem mein Wortsturm nachjagt, ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste. Was hält stand?
Was kann der Fluss dafür, dass er kein Standbein hat? Was bringt den Berg zu Fall? 
Rasend renn ich durch die Wüste, stürzt mir der Himmel hinterher. 
Und wie der Sturm aufkommt, so legt er sich wieder. Ein paar Wracks 
an den Strand geworfen, und ich stakse im Wasser zwischen Trümmern.

Wie unangenehm es mir auch an den Kragen geht, wenn’s draufankommt, 
ist alles egal, denn was geht mich das Danach an?  
Ich bin niemals mehr im Jetzt als wenn die Sucht zuschlägt,
mich nachts auf den Stuhl bannt (und ich fall’ schon fast runter),
einen Pflock durch mich treibt, und mir wirklich nichts übrigbleibt 
als sitzen, auf den Bildschirm starren und den Rausch ausleben.

Kurz, nur ganz kurz! Und dann schlafen gehen! Weil ich Schlaf brauche, 
todmüde bin, bereits drei Nächte lang nicht schlafe,
Bereits monatelang kaum schlafe, seit Jahren nächtelang wache!
Egal, mich interessiert das Wort. Ich bin nachtsüchtig, wort- und schreibsüchtig. 
Sirenen am Flussrand, Poesie am Glatteis. Ich schlängle mich durch, 
folge den Trommeln und stürme gipfelauf, zielsicher dem Abgrund entgegen. 


Meinen Rausch leben! Der flippt  innen, treibt mich zwischen Wort und Sound.
Und ich lehne mich weit aus dem Fenster und lade  ein: 
Lust, Abenteuer, Akrobatik, Hirnblitze – meine Müdigkeit ist mir egal.
Die Welt in Notenzeilen mit Takten versehen und sie singt mir entgegen, 
zwischen ihr und mir ein Gummiband! Spannendes Land, Weideland!
Und ich hechte hinein, Hechtsprung in die Nacht.
Egal, was davor war, zwischen Mitternacht und Dämmerung ist Weidezeit!
Ich breite mich genüsslich aus, keine Zeit für Schlaf.
 

 der Rest in Kommentaren.

INVITATION FOR OPEN COLLAB: Today I have screwed the other head on (text in description)

Thank you for your superb second variation of the theme, Morten!

Music & mix & photo by Morten Jeamland
Spoken words & lyrcis by Augenmerk

Please look up the other fabulous works of Morten
https://soundcloud.com/orteneamland


Morten Jeamland & Augenmerk_2nd Variation Of The Theme

I was lucky to find some words to Yellow Salamand'r's fine music. A slightly different version you find on his site.
Please look up his amazing work:
https://soundcloud.com/yellow-salamandr-7

Martin Ruedissers Album

Who has called me?_Yellow Salamand'r & Augenmerk

I'm happy and proud to present the second collaboration with Skiprope Cello. The lyric text is actually a combination of two of my lyrical works: "I Wear the Storm Tails" and "As it Is" (below are the texts in their original, entire form, - unedited) Skiprope Cello have weaved them excellently. Please look up their brilliant work:
 https://soundcloud.com/richard-blaine-3

I Wear the Storm Tails (lyrics by Augenmerk)

At any breeze my ship leans on.
Every storm I hop.
I wear the storm tails:
promisingly these weather come.
Watch me gyrating in the sky.

I have a wild leg and one of the middle
however, if the middle tumbles.....

I get lost in the far off, go down in the depths,
I stand at the edge of the precipice
and I plunge from high.

Whenever the breeze calls me “Captain”,
I get on the draft and go.
Searching me in all, it only should be fun.
Unbounded my desire for whirls and waves,
continual raving in quiet appearance,

My catapult shoes ready to distribute me,
sling me towards the wind.

Watch me gyrating in the sky.
Watch me gyrating in the sky.

As it is (lyrics by Augenmerk)

Go out and leave the distance behind!
Still on the narrow gauge the solar day starts,
broadly, far, stretches and sends me forth.
Everything calls!
Crooked I present myself to the outside show.
Being skew is no reason to turn away.
Should it pass or not.
As it is, I want to live my life.
Thus is the world designed.
Thus she wants to be, with all.

United within me?
Hardly, if I, divided, build the cage for me,
a sore animal, put inside,
and before the door I stand and guard.

Look at you and me: we are the pair,
that learns to love, still courting.
The ground wants to greet us,
so deep, so hard, so close.
Do we know what is?

On my way to you escaped from myself.
On the way to me I’ve lost the trail.
How much longer the trench digs itself between us?
Does the cage which we believe separate?
Does the safe house hound to death?
Separated  as long as we rob us
looking through old grid
and do not permit us oneness,
believing lost what is inherent,
admiring distant happiness
but mourning for the own.

I Wear The Storm Tails - Skiprope Cello & Augenmerk

MOON DUST: Music
Augenmerk: Vocals

Please listen to the fantastic work of MOON DUST: https://soundcloud.com/petri-kiviniemi

Blood is in the shoe // MOON DUST & AUGENMERK

SouL Muzick: music & mix
Augenmerk: vocals and poem (text is written below)

PLease listen to the work of https://soundcloud.com/soulmuzick13

Who am I and who are you? Don’t we enter into each other? 
Aren’t we the sea, watery already and sometimes stormy?
We could learn to fly! What a ride!

 
We are who we are, nothing more, nothing less,
landed and often stranded. 
Drifting from me to you, searching what we represent.
Where do you begin? Where do I end?
Humans. The same basic equipment connects,
no right to withdraw and the proof of being always with us.


Who am I and who are you? Don’t we enter into each other? 
Aren’t we the sea, watery already and sometimes stormy?
We could learn to fly! What a ride! Peace and Love!


I roll my dreams towards the slope and drum.
What burns under the skin?
Those who still shake the tree of dreams, 
What have we done, that the oval of our steps is red?
You’ve wounded me countless times and I am your death,
just as we are paradise, the pillars of heaven,
we make him true and love. Peace and love!

Actually the heaven is always here, we only don’t see.
Actually we’re at the destiny and don’t know.
My feet want to go and my heart longs for the cave, 
the comfort at the open gate between you and me.
I roll my dreams towards the slope and drum.
You by the river of tears speak me guilty, 
because I live in the land of replete
and you’re at the ford of death.   

I roll my dreams at the slope and drum
Surrender to that what is,
allow the possible, open for the impossible.
Facing the stone, passing the eagle’s gate,
dedicating ourselves to the other – 
and your at the ford of death!!!
seeking desire in his eye, in his hand love
and in his heart the home that we deny us.
Discovering what long since was treasure, 
resting on each other and join, 
united as we can be in peace and love!

Peace & Love _ SouL Muzick & Augenmerk

Music & mix: Soul Muzick https://soundcloud.com/soulmuzick13
Vocals: Augenmerk

Today i have screwed the other head on_Soul Muzick & Augenmerk ( Open Collab)

Augenmerk: German poem, voice, raw translation
Soloneili: Revised poetic translation, voice, music, arrangement
Neil has enriched my poem with his cautious translation and additions. Please look up his brilliant work:  https://soundcloud.com/soloneili, https://soundcloud.com/soloneili/einfach-sein-collab-with-augenmerk
I am very happy to finish the year with this work, words i really like, connecting  with Neil's wonderful delivery and music. I love what came out and it reminds me what is important for me. 
Soloneili's description: It's a long time since poet Karin Tarabochia (Augenmerk) and I proposed to do a collaboration but we have finally got there. Translation was a problem but by listening to, and reading Karin's other works I let myself surrender to the tone in her words and voice. Karin has written the poetry and allowed me to shadow her beautiful words with my interpretation in places. Sometimes it is literal and sometimes I have improvised slightly but always going from the poem Karin sent to me.

The format is as it was proposed by Karin, her wonderful and sensitive reading followed by my reading. Once both recordings had been done by ourselves it was my job to place a musical context to the readings. I was so in love with the natural voices I wasn't sure about what music to blend with it but as soon as I realised that a previous work I had done felt right I brought it all together.

I am thrilled to work with Karin, and hope you may enjoy our collaboration. Two voices, two poets, and a desire to bridge the language difficulties such a task brings to poetry.

Original poem, Karin Tarabochia, aka Augenmerk
shadow poetry and interpretation, myself Soloneili
Music composed and played by myself.
Throat chant courtesy of DJ Griffin, Project Freesound.

ChillPoetrySpokenSpiritualityMusic

Einfach sein / Simply being _ Soloneili & Augenmerk, 2 Poets, 2 Voices, 2 Languages

Link to the Playlist:  https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-collab

The earth had two moons, 
which an immense  crash united.

Boundlessly memory dreams.
Solar flood, asteroid speres

I am the twin sister, the rear guard
I open dreams, balance the sleep
But if I come!
And how I come! Closer to you, wake up!
The time has come, sister of the middle!
After millions of years in the orbit
i'm breaking out
towards the blue planet

Being together!
Having drunk the father, fire sea
Your stone, your light!
Which strength deters us?

Sister, let's become one, skin on skin.
We will burst, tear, melt
Giant rock, stone massacre
We will wet -
Water fights, in which mountains break
And become one, beloved sister!

I am approaching, my way on yours, moonlightpath
Great are you, bind me the most!
Born of same blood, grown from the same stone
Finally united. CRASH.

Ok, that would be the moon.


Die Erde hatte zwei Monde, 
die ein gewaltiger Crash vereinte

Uferlos träumt Erinnerung
Sonnenflut, Asteroidenräume

Ich bin die Zwillingsschwester, die Nachhut 
Öffne Träume, balanciere den Schlaf  
Doch wenn ich komme!
Und wie ich komme! Dir näher, wach auf! 
Die Zeit ist gekommen, Schwester der Mitte!  
Jahrmillionen lang in der Bahn
Ausbrechen
Dem blauen Planeten entgegen  

Beieinander sein. 
Den Vater getrunken, Feuermeer
Dein Stein, dein Licht! 
Welche Kraft hält uns ab? 

Schwester, werden wir eins, kracht Haut an Haut. 
Wir werden bersten, zerreißen, verschmelzen 
Riesenurgestein, Steinmassaker 
Wir werden nässen – 
Wasserschlachten, an denen Berge brechen
Und werden eins, geliebte Schwester!

Ich nähere mich, meine Bahn an deiner, Mondlichtbahn 
Große du, die mich am meisten bindet!
Aus gleichem Blut geboren, aus gleichem Stein gewachsen 
Endlich vereint. CRASH.

Ok, das wäre der Mond.

Invitation Open collab: The earth had two moons _Die Erde hatte zwei Monde_2

Theater Kosmos (05.07.2012 05:31:54)

Stay open for the farewell/Bleib für den Abschied offen - Peter vigl / sax

I'm glad to present  the second collaboration!!
Hans: music & mix
Augenmerk: words

@clouders_for @clouders-for-collabs @clouders_for_deutsch

When I'm hungry / Wenn Ich Hunger Habe (Hans & Augenmerk)

Lenz - Guitar
@brass-lines Frank Wilke - Trumpet
@opiumcaravan - something something
@rudzupuke Andrea Peregrini - Concept, Digging, Bass
Augenmerk - Text, Voice

Andrea asked me for a eulogy for a nameless dead cat.  As I liked the music very much I was glad to take part in this beautiful project.    

Grabrede für eine namenlose Katze

Katze, du Namenlose, Freie,
ausgebunden hat dich das Leben, losgelassen.
Den Fängen entkommen, blutig gerissen,
vernarbt von wilden Kämpfen.
Jetzt bist du sicher, im Katzenhimmel, vielleicht.
Kein Warten mehr auf die tägliche Maus.
Jetzt weißt du mehr als ich. Wie’s drüben ist.
Ob sich da die Seelen wieder treffen? Tiere und Menschen?
Ich sing’ dir ein helles Lied, Geleit durch die Nacht,
die den Himmel umrandet.

Wir suchen Gesellschaft, Gemeinschaft.
Du warst allein unterwegs. Wach. Sprungbereit.
Auf der Hut und selber Räuber.
Schrecken für Mäuse und Vögel.

Ich fühl’ dich nahe.
Dein Katzengeist, dein freies Gemüt schaut sich an,
was Mensch mit deiner Hülle macht.
Ich wickle dein abgelegtes Körperkleid in weißes Leinen,
und lege dich in dein Ruhebett ganz hinten im Garten,
unter der Trauerweide, wo ich dich gefunden habe.
Hast du Nähe gesucht, Hilfe erhofft?
Jetzt birgt dich meine Hand, verbotenerweise.
Diese Ehre erweise ich dir gerne.
Du sollst nicht anonym spurlos beseitigt werden.
Ich mag dich. Auch ich bin verschroben.
Ein wenig menschenfremd, ein bisschen bizarr.
Nicht so angepasst, ein bisschen wie du.
Auch ich trage meine Narben, Wunden, die mir das Leben verpasst hat,
mit Würde und allein.
Ich suche nicht die Menschenhand, doch manchmal wär’ sie schon fein.

Ich weiß nur die Lebenszeichnung deines Körpers.
Mager bist du, hattest kein einfaches Leben.
Keine schnurrende Kuschelkatze. Kein Vertrauen in unsereins.

Ich decke dich mit Erde zu. Zieh ins Weite, Seele!
Der Himmel ein offenes Tor, schau wie die Wolken jagen
Dir zum Empfang, schau das Himmelsgold, das dir den Weg zeigt.
Wie dieser Tag sich zu Ende neigt, bist du frei. Du bist frei.
Zieh ins Weite, Katze.
Zieh ins Weite, Seele.
Fliege.

The instrumental version can be found here Rudzupuke – Nameless-dead-cat-funeral

Funeral Eulogy For A Nameless Cat_unstable range & brass-lines & Lenz & Opiumcaravan & Augenmerk

I followed the invitation to the open collab inspired by Claus' music.
https://soundcloud.com/bonetender/sets/open-collab-invitation-tracks
Bonetender: music & mix https://soundcloud.com/bonetender
Augenmerk: lyrics & vocals
Cast the fear off and all other shades, which hinder you and are your blessing!
Overcoming makes you strong, stronger than the load.
Shuffle off the weights!
No rock and no thunderstorm, which you do not brave!
In the midst of the forces is your fire bath, your storm drink.
Pull the thread out, let the coil go, release your ball,
and all knots dissolve, the heart no longer bound,
the dream is free - you have found to yourself,
the fight of the night will let you go again.
You have licked the trail of blood and frightened the child.
This breathing lets you free, because you are free,
You are your gift.
I looked myself in the clouds, in puddles, saw the night of tears
and my permission to love me holds on, is celebration
and separating the tape to silence,
my heart forever laughs in this alliance of the middle,
my fires wait for blaze -
inherent cheers, detached from walls,
exploding into the blue and green, into the breathing of the world
That's how it is.

Wirf die Angst ab, die dich hindert und dein Segen ist!
Überwinden macht dich stark, stärker als die Last.
Wirf die Gewichte ab!
Kein Fels und kein Gewitter, dem du nicht trotzt.
Inmitten der Gewalten ist dein Feuerbad, dein Sturmtrank.
Zieh den Faden raus, lass die Spule los, gib dein Knäuel frei, 
und alle Knoten lösen sich, das Herz nicht mehr gebunden,
der Traum wird frei – du hast zu dir gefunden,
der Kampf der Nacht lässt dich wieder los.
Hast die Blutspur geleckt und das Kind erschreckt.
Dieser Atem lässt dich frei, weil du die Freie bist,
Du dich dir schenkst.
Ich habe mich geschaut im Wolkenband, in Pfützen, 
hab die Tränennacht gesehen 
und die Erlaubnis mich zu lieben hält an, ist Feier
und trennt das Band zum Schweigen,
dass mein Herz für immer lacht in diesem Bund der Mitte,
denn meine Feuer warten auf den Brand -
Jubel, der innewohnt, von Mauern löst, 
hinausbirst ins Blau und Grün, ins Atmen dieser Welt schenkt
So ist das.

Cast The Fear Off - Bonetender & Augenmerk (+lyrics)

Riders in the storm use their wings from heart to heart. No borders. Become familiar with the supreme discipline. The heaven is possible. These times want voices, bridges, roads of love. At the beginning there was the word, I'm not sure, but here it is. Be fantastic and ride! People around the world, artists, musicians, vocalists, participate in your own way, style and language. Spread and connect. Be riders in the storm! 
here is the link to the project: https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-love-collab
The idea is creating a grid, everybody can connect wherever she/he likes, at any station of the net, with his/her music and words of  love and peace, anybody can use any part of the whole and remix, develop, conbine, connect, where he wants, all is open to all - if we all make it downloadable it works. You can use my words and my translation, or not, and i would love to hear your voices, spoken, sung. and if anyone would like to read my text in English that would be lovely. the idea is: we can all be neighbours. you can choose from whom you take the last tones and to whom you bring yours'. Each part could be as short as you want, but not longer than about 2 minutes. So at the very beginning there are my words, but then the beginning can be anywhere. You can participate several times too.Please inform me when you have published the Chain with your part in it and i will collect the CHAINS in a playlist, and please write my description  in your description. and add your description, whatever, RIDERS IN THE LIGHT FROM HEART TO HEART. A Net can grow in any direction. Much love to all. Karin


SPOKEN WORDS & TRANSLATION

Mit der Königsdisziplin vertraut werden, dem Feind die Hand reichen, der Liebe ins Wort schauen, mein Herzwohl in den Raum öffnen und verzichten auf das Normale, vergessen, was normal war, mein Jetzt, das Katastrophale, ins Licht stellen, anvertrauen, übergeben, die Sichel vom Nacken nehmen, den Brand von den Flammen lösen, mein stilles Verzweifeln verstehen, Abschied nehmen vom Gewohnten, ich werde diesen Weg gehen.

To become familiar with the supreme disciple, shake hands with the enemy, intervene/look in the word of love, open my heart's well into space and forgo the normal, forget what was normal, put my now, the catastrophic, into the light, entrust, surrender, take the sickle off the neck, part the fire from the flames, understand my quiet despair, say goodbye to the usual, I will go this way.

INVITATION OPEN LOVE COLLAB HUMAN NET AROUND THE WORLD: Familiar with the Supreme Discipline

Voice and words: Augenmerk (https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk)
Music and arrangement: Craig Winstanley

WORDS & TRANSLATION

Mit der Königsdisziplin vertraut werden, dem Feind die Hand reichen, der Liebe ins Wort schauen, mein Herzwohl in den Raum öffnen und verzichten auf das Normale, vergessen, was normal war, mein Jetzt, das Katastrophale, ins Licht stellen, anvertrauen, übergeben, die Sichel vom Nacken nehmen, den Brand von den Flammen lösen, Abschied nehmen vom Gewohnten, ich werde diesen Weg gehen.

To become familiar with the supreme discipline, shake hands with the enemy, intervene/look in the word of love, open my heart's well into space and forgo the normal, forget what was normal, put my now, the catastrophic, into the light, entrust, surrender, take the sickle off the neck, part the fire from the flames, say goodbye to the usual, I will go this way.

This is part of a collaborative venture.  From Augenmerk:

Riders in the storm use their wings from heart to heart. No borders. Become familiar with the supreme discipline. The heaven is possible. These times want voices, bridges, roads of love. At the beginning there was the word, I'm not sure, but here it is. Be fantastic and ride! People around the world, artists, musicians, vocalists, participate in your own way, style and language. Spread and connect. Be riders in the storm! 
here is the link to the project: soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-love-collab

Ich werde diesen Weg gehen (ft. Augenmerk)

SouL Muzick: Vocals, music & arrangement
Augenmerk: Vocals

Please listen to SouL Muzick whom I much appreciate: https://soundcloud.com/soulmuzick13

LYRICS & TRANSLATION
Augenmerk:
Mit der Königsdisziplin vertraut werden, dem Feind die Hand reichen, der Liebe ins Wort schauen, mein Herzwohl in den Raum öffnen und verzichten auf das Normale, vergessen, was normal war, mein Jetzt, das Katastrophale, ins Licht stellen, anvertrauen, übergeben, die Sichel vom Nacken nehmen, den Brand von den Flammen lösen, mein stilles Verzweifeln verstehen, Abschied nehmen vom Gewohnten, ich werde diesen Weg gehen.

To become familiar with the supreme discipline, shake hands with the enemy, intervene/look in the word of love, open my heart's well into space and forgo the normal, forget what was normal, put my now, the catastrophic, into the light, entrust, surrender, take the sickle off the neck, part the fire from the flames, understand my quiet despair, say goodbye to the usual, I will go this way.

Soul:
I feel im drowning in this world today.
Surrounded by empty faces searchin for meaningful placement
All I see is hatred for races when we all just sapiens
Society's public shaming and blaming are directly aiming at
people simply surely straining
while trying to maintain banking.
the rich and famous claim to be thankful
When really they thanking
the hordes of people poor for never complaining
and staying true to the lord our Christ and supposed "savior"
it's time to make some changes 
while we witness the dumbing down of a nation....
it's just genocide of the mind, so please 
stay distracted and be patient and be kind
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-love-collab

Understand the quiet despair - SouL Muzick & Augenmerk (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

Remotely Creative: vocals & music https://soundcloud.com/user-914402217
Augenmerk: lyrics

I am really happy that Paul sang this song and used the translation of my words for that. I love what he made. In my imagination I hear a huge soundcloud choir singing words of love!  
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-love-collab

Familiar With The Supreme Discipline - REMOTELY CREATIVE & AUGENMERK

Karin Tarabochia: German text and voice

Jonathan Beckenstein: English text, voice, music

The words are below, followed by a note from Karin.

Mit der Königsdisziplin vertraut werden, dem Feind die Hand reichen, der Liebe ins Wort schauen, mein Herzwohl in den Raum öffnen und verzichten auf das Normale, vergessen, was normal war, mein Jetzt, das Katastrophale, ins Licht stellen, anvertrauen, übergeben, die Sichel vom Nacken nehmen, den Brand von den Flammen lösen, Abschied nehmen vom Gewohnten, ich werde diesen Weg gehen.

Are we sleeping together tonight
As the room goes on fire around us
And the walls crumble into our bed
Are we sleeping together again?

Are we sleeping together my love
As the hours pass by us untried
Do our dreams disappear when we waken
Are we sleeping again side by side?

Are we sleeping together this year
As the seasons pass by us untasted
And only a handful to come
Are we sleeping together my love?

from Karin:

We create a LOVE NET by making "chains", adding the own love music and vocals to music or vocals that are already in the playlist. Feel free to use any existing part in love and respect, and remix, develop, continue, add ... the aim is to let chains grow and spread to a net. In order to that it makes sense to keep the parts short, that is possible to hear longer chains. It would be lovely to hear love messages in many languages. Please copy the description in your description, that it can go on, and when publishing please make it downloadable for others.
1. download an existing chain or single part
2. add yours
3.publish all together including the description in your description

And from me: If anyone wants individual stems from this piece to use in any way with Karin's voice, as she suggests, please message me. Thanks.

Part the Fire, Side by Side (with Augenmerk)

Music & arrangement: Westfront https://soundcloud.com/westfront
Words & voice: Augenmerk

I am happy to present this work - vocals which I recorded some years ago, embedded in Westfront's wonderful guitarplay.

Heldin Auf Der Reise - Westfront und Augenmerk

Honestly Undeterred

Music : Mahan 💀 Mahan https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan/one-undeterred-augenmerk
Spoken word : Augenmerk

You sit on top of the mountain, the garden dwarf keeps you in prison,
you should make a decision, but you look elsewhere,
you don't want to see the hatchet come.
What is? Do you want to fall? Take flight?
What makes the throat tight? What claws your heart?
"Okay," they want to hear, everything is supposed to be alright
you're supposed to be nice, they want you nodding,
friendly smiling facing the precipice
and you look elsewhere, sitting up on the mountain,
the garden gnome keeps you in prison.

Come to a decision! Don't you wanna end your prison?
Come to a decision! Do you wanna end your prison?

You don't say what you want, because you don't want anymore.
Your words hollow and banal. Singsang of words.
You should speak of intuition, of dying,
of trust and hope. Of love. Of strategies
and what really concerns you:
the isolation, forgiving and thanking.

Worddead, because there are no words available,
all already used, already installed,
stumble towards hell,
because all through the dirt, burned by the sun
because everything has already been said, right down to the coffin,
because your body is a suitcase that you unpack or not
and good-talking, good-thinking keeps nothing away.

You have climbed an angel, climbed wings.
"Can you understand me, world?" your eyes ask,
embarrassed to ask for understanding, for seeing you.
"Do you want to understand me, world?" And look away again,
turn away, understand the one who does not look.
Nothing is more secret than suffering.
No one sees how you run out of air, thrown out,
storm wreck on the beach.
Empty, emptied. Deserted. Devoid of hope.

No, hope rises, picks you up, dented.
You sit up. You raise yourself.
and you go between looks that see nothing.
Full to the brim you are, overflowing with words, full of beans.

Your word has woken up, regained, no longer contained, it can't be restrained.
holds it's ground, your readiness to whitewash gone
you hold nothing back
The unsaid words rise, thunderstorms pattering on the land.
You're beating them out, spitting them out, you let off steam,
you vent your anger, your grievances, you air your despair.
Lust.
No prison, no more distress.
You give vent to your feelings, give way to your dreams.
Wonderfully imperfect, undeterred honest is YOUR word!

Honestly Undeterred / Mahan 💀 Mahan / Augenmerk (with lyrics)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image


Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

6 Lass mich nicht hängen (eXner / Augenmerk)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image
 


Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

5 Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen (eXner / Augenmerk)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image



Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

4 Träume meinen Flusslauf (eXner / Augenmerk)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery.  Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

3 Schnipp die Leine durch (eXner / Augenmerk)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

2 Neubeginn verschieben (eXner / Augenmerk)

1 Aufbruch (eXner / Augenmerk) with lyrics

I write poems, lyrics, I'm open for collaboration.
Listen https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com/album/vox
https://theaudiobin.bandcamp.com/album/the-audio-bin-ii
https://moon-dust.bandcamp.com/album/last-days
Artists I've collaborated with in order of happening: @klaustauber @in-mobile 
@nicol-s-sebasti-n-gonz-lez @remotely-creative @wasabison @ftdrop @axelweis @dKeifer @deepman1 @leschwarz @esuyamagishi @barry_snaith @herculeszentrale @discratebye @meshmass @crazycompass @somebody-bo @sofiabenedicta @telefan @unearth-noise @johnny-bakerlite @its-tophonicus @fraudstein @yellow-salamandr-7 @helenswambo @richard-blaine-3  @petri-kiviniemi  @hotos @soundwanderer @couch-king-presents @orteneamland @bonetender @bill-boethius @black-floyduser365529  @goldenrod5000 @lillithe @popropo-goes-collab @user-242143924 FJNA @craig-winstanley-1 
@bobby-brady @mr-pepino @she-s-excited @soulmuzick13 @jonathan_beckenstein @esemanolain-ruizzo @the-audio-bin @soloneili @belial-pelegrim @wust @ruedirena @wilwilwil @rss001  electroHippie @clouders_for   @open-strings  @luhd ...

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