Hi Karin! I hope you are well (you certainly sound it). You and Jan are a great team. I so much enjoy your collaborations. And Karin, good Christmas to you and yours!

This is such great production...solidified what i already knew...and the art matches the poem so perfectly...

Es war wieder außerordentlich bereichernd eure Kollaboration zu hören. Ein Fest für Ohren, Augen, Gehirn und Herz. Dankeschön :-)

LOVE THIS SIMPLICITY///GUITAR IS A BEAUTY

WOW///THIS REALLY SPEAKS TO ME////A GEM MY FRIENDS///CONGRATS

love the natural progression through this list of songs as I listened to them in order. This is such a cool finish, the dynamic steps, the slowing tempo. Really great. Thanks for the good listen.

take everything that you thought you knew and throw it all away
that's what you call starting over
it's something you never learn in school
don't even learn from mom
call it the great uncharted truth

the great uncharted truth
might just find you

do you remember when we were kids
down by the old, brick school
fumbling 'round to break some rules
of course, there is another side
and you may find it too
call it the great uncharted truth

love, it can be disappointing
it can be lots of things
you usually know when it is mutual

Michael Weber's Album

the great uncharted truth

he dreamt of the day he would have everything, all his dreams, they would come true
with plans he had made, he would play the part, sing the songs, that everyone knew
well, he played anywhere, he could, and some would say, hey, you're pretty good, I wish I could, play it like you
what they didn't know was that he just did it too get away from all the confusion

there was something in the way, he took us all away
there was something in the mood, that got a hold of you
when he swore he had no gun, well, that part it wasn't true
but when he began to play, we all began to move

thought we knew you

well, as fate would have it, he wrote some hits, made it big and suddenly, we knew him by name
all of the scars that ran so deep didn't go away, you could say, they took him away

when he had it all, he just wanted it to be the same as it used to be, when he was a kid
...but it was too late

Belle on percussion :)

thought we knew you

it's a sweet surrender
groundhog day down
a warm reflection
natural

back to basics
with two feet down
having lost the premise
we simplify

it's not goin' away
everything changes
it's a beautiful day
when we rearrange it

you may get bigger
but no better
it's a curious game we play
by and by

everything changes

I didn't think I was going to finish this song. It took so many shapes and directions and many times I wanted to give up on it.

While I was working on this song I saw this old sci fi / retro futurism movie, The Andromeda Strain and it was super inspiring in terms of lyrics and the overall vibe.

Men Under Stress

it's war that we abhor
it's more than we can take
the lies go on and on
so that you can take

it's war
that we abhor

put on your thinking caps
we know you can do it

there's got to be a way out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Acd773p11o

HELLO ALL, HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL AS THERE IS MUCH GOING ON THESE DAYS/////HERE, I FOLLOWED MY HEART AND CREATED WHAT MY MIND SOUGHT FIT/////I AM A LOVER OF 90'S HOUSE AND CLUB MUSIC///ALWAYS LOVED TO DANCE AND FEEL A PULSATING RIDDIM IN MY CHEST////THE TITLE "RETURN OF VERGE LIKENS" IS AN ALFED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS SHORT STORY....A GREAT WATCH YOU CAN PROBABLY FIND ON YOUTUBE IF YOU LOOK////I HIGHLY RECOMMEND WATCHING IT////BIG UP///BIG LOVE///ROOTS

RETURN OF VERGE LIKENS

Belle on flute
ocean on ocean sounds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ik23YWBJo30

I'm goin' down to the ocean right now
Headin' on down's like paradise
The sun hoverin' over the ocean
Waves that rumble upon the shore
Timeless tales of the sea
Reminiscing all the way
You don't need apologies
You can do most anything you want and it's ok
Anywhere you wanna go
You can decide the destination
Wash upon the shore
The wave around the bend that follows

ocean song

Belle on flute

can you hear the mission bells
ringing out like memories
can you hear the mission bells
blowing in the window

can you hear the mission bells
emanating from the hills
can you hear the mission bells
blowing in the wind oh

toll


can you hear the mission bells
ringing out in foreign lands
can you hear the mission bells
through warm, arid, desert sand

toll

IN CASE YOU FORGOT ME, I WANTED TO SAY MY NAME AGAIN, HELLO MY FRIENDS, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE, I HOPE THIS FINDS YOU ALL WELL.  THIS IS A DEEEEEEEEP DUBBBBBBBBBBY ONE FOR YOUR MIND AND I HOPE YOU CAN GROOVE OUT TO THE GALACTIC FUNKDIFIED REGGAE BOOM BAP HEREIN....BIG LOVE TO YOU ALL AND THX FOR KEEPING ME INSPIRED AND PUSHING THE MUSICAL LIMITS!!  BIG UPPP BIG LOVE....ROOTS!!!

MY NAME IS ROOTS DUBMAN

Karin Tarabochias Album

Leise trichtern Obrigkeiten (W.Riedmann & 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.

6 Lass mich nicht hängen (eXner / Augenmerk)

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 ...

6 Lass mich nicht hängen (eXner / Augenmerk)

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