I roll my dreams

Increasing the bounce_collabs with deep man

Thank you: Soundcloud collaborations 2015

All my Soundcloud collaborations

Absolute Endings 2015

Heaven

Soundcloud, Creep

the kids club lived on soundcloud from may2015 through august2016.  these are some of the songs...

slezterp kids club (dos)

TRANKI

documental

noise drone collab!

https://soundcloud.com/rabbitsquirrel &
https://soundcloud.com/dronedoomdeath

While I Exorcised Her Possessed Sock Puppet (DRONEDOOMDEATH COLLIDES WITH RABBITSQUIRREL)

サカサマ

Backing BB King - The Thrill is gone
Music and voice by Nicolás González, text and voice Karin Tarabochia

Yo te busco. Ich suche dich. Collaboration with Nicolás González backing BB King.

featuring vocals, lyrics and guitar by https://soundcloud.com/agnosia

Around Every Corner ft. Agnosia

Factory Floor - How You Say (ICP Remix)

Vangelis Katsoulis - The Slipping Beauty
Peter Scion - Sounds Of The Space Age
Michael Gilles / Jamie Muir / David Cunningham - Ghost Dance
Asmus Tietchens - In Die Nacht
Alien Radio - VHS Phantome
The Flying Lizards - Trouble
Vangelis Katsoulis - Earth Beat
Serge Blenner - Phrase V / VI
Axxess - When The Lips Fly High
M.A.L. - The Human Mind
Harmonia - Watussi
Laurence Vanay - Le Bateau
Cluster - James
Cream - We´re Going Wrong

Radio Cómeme - "Sentimental Flashback" 20 radio show by Lena Willikens

Asita Hamidi's BAZAAR: Noa's Morning

Darkness and......
https://fagashrecords.bandcamp.com/

Loss Is A Beautiful Thing

Astral & Shit  - death of a tree

This record was made to accompany an audiovisual installation made by Orpheu de Jong during in the Converse Made By You studio on friday april 3rd 2-15 at van Woustraat 67, 1074AD in Amsterdam from 17 until 21hrs.

Floating Inside A Cone

Untertongesang
CD Spieldauer über 77 min
erschafft einen energetischen, neutralen Raum für Meditationen, Yoga, Massagen, Entspannung, usw....

CD papajeahja - Erdenfluss

Electro didgeridoo trip

www.guiville.com
twitter.com/guiville
www.facebook.com/guivillemusic

Music by Guiville - Guitars, bass, drums & synth.

Calvin Harris & John Newman - Blame - Guiville Remix

deep man / music
@deep-man-collaboration

me / words & voice

My boots are growing_ collab with deep man

Deepman has arranged another very cool version: https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/my-boots-are-growing_collab-with-deep-man


deep man / music
me / words & voice

It came to the collaboration, because I had listened to deep man's 'One minute bass' https://soundcloud.com/deepman1/one-minute-bass and I found it great. It was really fun reading with this  cool rhythm. Thanks.

My boots are growing_collab 2 with deep man

Music & arrangement deep man
words me

Text
Rainy times, afterwards sunshine or snow.
My earth dress has cracks, my feet want to go.
I'm playing ball.
My steps seek their tracks, don't find them no more.
You blow me away,world, how fast is the show?
In some hearts i'll remain, and in some minds maybe too.
What do my breaches weigh, how much weighs time?
I'm my present to you, world, transition is never far.
Rainy times, afterwards sunshine or snow, I'm playing ball.
I don't lose the ground, I never give up. 
Quiet days, noisy days, I'm playing ball.
No need to survey the blowing away, the coming and going.
Running off is a no go, no other conclusion comes to my mind
Trusting is not always easy, but when i fall, I get up again.
I'm playing ball.

Playing ball_Collab with deep man

I’m playing ball

I’m playing ball, ball, ball, ball... 
After rainy times, there's sunshine or snow.
My earth dress has cracks, my feet want to go 
My steps seek their tracks, don’t find them no more  
You blow me away, world. How fast ist the show?
In some hearts I’ll remain, in some minds maybe too.
What do my breaches weigh, how much weighs time?
I’m my present to you, world, transition is never far.
After rainy times, sunshine or snow.
I’m playing ball, ball, ball, ball... letting it flow.

I don’t lose the ground, I don’t give him up.
My earth shoe binds me 
And whether a book of deeds finds me, I don’t know.
Whom do I find, reading the book so near on the brink?
Rainy times, afterwards there’s sunshine or snow.
these streets carry steps until they go.
wasting me, comping me, not keeping me safe.
No need of hoarding. A garden grows till it’s overblown.
then losing the ground, then letting him go.

Quiet days, noisy days, I’m playing ball.
No need to survey the blowing away, the coming and going.
Running off is a no go. No other solution comes to my mind.
Trusting is not always easy, and when I fall, I get up again.
The rainforest and reveries are putting me off,
Some day my step will end, and I move along,
forgetting this horse, this ride, this breath.
The next part, the next act nobody knows
And till then I throw and catch the ball.
I’m playing ball and the floating goes on. 


Ich spiele Ball_ I’m playing ball

Ich spiele Ball, ball, ball, ball ...
Regenzeit, danach die Sonne. Oder es schneit.
Mein Erdenkleid hat  Risse und mein Fuß läuft weit.
Mein Schritt sucht seine Spur und findet nichts im Wind.
Vielleicht verbläst du mich, Welt. wie schnell vergisst du mich?
Manchen Menschen bleibe ich im Herzen, manchem in Sinn.
Doch wenn sie an mich denken, wo schau’n sie hin?
Was wiegen meine Brüche, was wiegt die Zeit?
Möchte mich verschenken, der Wandel ist nie weit.
Regenzeit, danach die Sonne. Oder es schneit.


Verlier’ den Boden nicht. Geb’ ihn nicht auf.
mein Erdschuh verbindet mich
und ob  ein Tatenbuch mich bindet, weiß ich nicht.
Wen finde ich, wer hält mein Buch so nah am Abgrund?
Regenzeit, danach die Sonne. Oder es schneit.
Fass meinen Leuchtschritt ein, diese Straßen tragen,
verschwende mich, verschenke mich, spar mich nicht auf, 
ich horte nichts, ein Klanggarten wächst und wartet mich.
Verlier den Boden nicht. Geb ihn nicht auf.


Stille Tage, laute Tage, Ich spiele Ball, 
brauch keinen Überblick übers Kommen und Vergehen.
Davonrennen geht nicht. Eine andere Lösung fällt mir nicht ein.
Nicht immer ist Vertrauen leicht, doch wenn ich falle, steh ich auf.
Die Regenschnur, der Regenwald und Träumereien winken ab.
irgendwann endet mein Schritt, ich geh ich weiter, 
vergesse dieses Pferd, den Ritt, den Atem am Brett.
wer kennt den nächsten Part, den nächsten Akt.
und bis dahin werfe und fange ich, spiele ich Ball






Ich spiele Ball_Playing Ball 2_deep man & Augenmerk (with lyrics)

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

Fires grown, that make hot the fright. 
I allow me to cool, into the night. 
The sheepman dances around the house every hour, 
letting go spell and magic, whispering his blessing.

Feuer gewachsen, die machen Angst heiß.
Mich kühlen lassen in die Nacht hinein.
Tanzt der Schafmann jede Stund' ums Haus,
lässt Bann und Zauber los,
flüstert seinen Segensspruch.



Feuer gewachsen/Fires grown_Collaboration with Le Schwarz

Mein Lachen sucht_Collaboration mit Le Schwarz

Nachtfetzen_Collaboration mit Le Schwarz

She opens the doors a little further
Dense and obstructed
Not long ago
The cold hand
Dense and obstructed
The cold wall
Even if the mouth
Often speaks differently
Curiously too
Out of the window
Until in the icescape
Honey Flows
Dense and obstructed
The Shergin,
Child that closes doors and looks
Until in the icescape 
Honey Flows
Until in the icescape 
Honey Flows

Sie öffnet die Türen etwas weiter
Dicht und versperrt
Nicht lange her
Die kalte Hand
Dicht und versperrt
Die kalte Wand
Auch wenn der Mund 
oft anders spricht
Auch neugierig
Zum Fenster raus 
Bis im Eisland Honig fließt
Dicht und versperrt
Entkommen nicht erlaubt
Die Schergin, 
Kind, das Türen schließt und schaut
Bis im Eisland Honig fließt
Bis im Eisland Honig fließt


Eisland und Honig_Collab mit Le Schwarz

out now on Voltage Musique

https://pro.beatport.com/relea…/absolutely-i-will-ep/1659180
http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1060658123?ls=1&app=itunes
https://www.whatpeopleplay.com/…/Douglas-Greed-Ab…/id/119033
http://www.junodownload.com/…/douglas-greed-kus…/2946062-02/


"Nocturnal (Feat. Kuss)"

out now on Voltage Musique

pro.beatport.com/relea…/absolutel…-will-ep/1659180
itunes.apple.com/album/id10606581…?ls=1&app=itunes
www.whatpeopleplay.com/…/Douglas-Gre…Ab…/id/119033
www.junodownload.com/…/douglas-gree…s…/2946062-02/

Douglas Greed - Absolutely I Will Feat.Kuss

Composed, arranged, performed & produced by :
Carlos Vivanco.

Cowgirls On Acid

Ever heard the old adage mother knows best? Well in many cases it's true and despite our dear old Mum's total inability to keep up with many aspects of technology, she's still one of our first ports of call when we need advice. When it comes to tech house however she's less than useless (she's more of a drum and bass head), so we call on Nhan Solo's Kreuzberg based imprint Mother Recordings to give us the lowdown on what's going on in the scene.

Having introduced us to some of our favourite artists in recent years, Mother then decided to launch a sampler series compiling the fresh works from the label's family and friends  so they can share their passion and camaraderie with the world.

Launched out of a love "for the party people whose hearts beat to the sound of the drum" the Berlin based outfit have now prepped a second various artist EP for our listening delights this Christmas, welcoming Phil Fuldner, Claus Casper, Jean Philips, Lars Moston, Juliet Sikora and Nolan & Forrest into the fold for a special collaborative record.


Phil Fuldner - Lifting Ted

The Berlin-based duo Africaine 808 – comprised of Nomad and Dirk Leyers (half of the Closer Musik project) – have been challenging the norm with their distinctive flavour of West African bass, rhythms and samples mixed into moreish disco and house tracks. It can quite simply be summarised by their "Africaine 808" name.

In early 2016, they bring their feature length debut, Basar, to New York-based imprint and partymaker, Golf Channel – home to Mark E, Juju & Jordash and DJ Nature. Basar's twelve tracks demonstrate how well Africaine 808 have perfected this intercontinental blend, with "Balla Balla" being a standout hands down. No more than a few seconds in, and we're already way, with something tribal lying at the root of its funk. An uplifting, instant crowd-pleaser for any sweaty dancefloor.

Basar is out on 15th January 2016 via Golf Channel Recordings. You can pre-order it here.

Pre-Order

Africaine 808 "Balla Balla" - Boiler Room Debuts

You may want to slip away, deeper into the picture.
You are welcome to dive into the wonderful and frightening world of 
vocalist Ms. Lemonade:
https://soundcloud.com/lemonadelove/spine-song-by-her-trusty-dream-tiger-ft-lemonade


Spine Track

Composed ,arranged, performed and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco.

Salim Redub

Last year we were asked to write a tune for the Bond movie Spectre.
Yes we were. It didn’t work out, but became something of our own, which we love very much.
As the year closes we thought you might like to hear it.
Merry Christmas. May the force be with you.

Spectre

All Right Now / Cover - Free
Lillithe Collab with Cripple Club
Vocals / Gary  and  Terry Reeves
https://soundcloud.com/crippleclub
Guitar/ Brent Mason (Biab)
Backing Track / Lillithe

All Right Now... Feat. The  Reeves Brothers  / Cover - Free

Deep Down

Get the RosesAreBlue album Daydream, including The Creep
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/daydream/id1242788621
https://open.spotify.com/album/4Q9xDkIWYCVcyeVF1Xpxwy

He thinks I'm lonely
But I told him that
As I fall asleep
I can feel him stirring

Creep
Under my bed
After me
Don't matter what I do
He's after me
The creep

He thinks I'm nasty
But I told him that 
When I'm waking up
I can feel him stirring

Creep
Under my bed
He's after me
After me
The creep
Under my bed
He's after me
The creep
Under my bed

The Creep | RosesAreBlue

How I Wrote Elastic Man are Barry Snaith & Garry Marshall. Produced by The Inconsistent Jukebox • Words and spoken delivery - Karin Tarabochia  https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk • Electronic soundscape - Garry Marshall https://soundcloud.com/newmownhay • Drums, percussion, guitars - Barry Snaith https://soundcloud.com/barry_snaith •  Art by the amazing #ericlacombe •
Schwanentanz (The Danse Of Swans) - words by Augenmerk. 
Morbid bird, at the table with me today. Do I read him, does he read me? Throw him seeds, from which love grows, blow the frost. I’m rolling, stumbling, falling on the heart road. And what carries me? A ray of sun. The hollow hand holds in a loose clutch. Weather blesses. Farewell is always approaching. Too tired, much too fragile! A crape has surrounded me. Could it be different, better, softer? How often the world knocks, bulges in my round! Seeing with free eyes! Life is beautiful! Star, on which I wander cosmically - Every night a book opens itself and catches the fall to the valley, Light-trail in the darkness, into which each farewell bends.
And my dreams fly away. We go the way of shards on colorful splinters. A pall smoothes the land to a wing. Crows circle. Still I can dress every sentence, put him boots and a sea. My knowledge still travels with me, my anticipation looks under the whispering. If it were permitted, would all be lovers?

 Ship in the swell, let us fish! A few throws. Spread a few ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing! 
How long does time tear the thread and ladder us? Has wings, colorful bird Dragonflight,
The ghosts are still silent, quietly involved. Blue, nothing but blue and green, in which the sun is playing. Zones, which we enter and leave, seen at light: Pollen. All decays and paints the ground, and not even that remains. But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end!Continue to throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Revelation is announced. Wonderful metamorphosis! Instead of torn open land smooth world skin! Instead of power struggle the dance of swans and jubilation! But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end!  Throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Spread ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing!  And someday we see the path dropping from our feet, becoming lighter, going on...

Schwanentanz (The Danse Of Swans)

Foto: deep man
Ausbrechen. Vulkan. Blitz. Krater, über den es bricht. Implodiert, nach außen birst. Zerfetzt und eicht. Den Weg bahnt. Jeden Raum aus dem Zwang dehnen. Der Kraft entgegengehen, sie benützen und in ihren Spiegel sehen, der meiner würdig, der mir gebührt, der meiner Kraft entspricht ... mich ausbrechen lassen, ...

La Marche Cosmique_Ausbrechen _Collab with deep man

Ausbrechen __ deep man & Augenmerk

luvbirds

CRAZY COMPASS: Penza, Russia - Schwarzenberg, Austria - Moscow, Russia (February 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/deep-walk-with-augenmerk-somebody-bo

music: Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo
german texts: Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk
russian texts: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

DEEP WALK (pidgin-version)

I walking carefully, knowing that each of meeting can be my friend.
And so, on one of turns I see - the street is completely empty.
From these thoughts - the cars are stopping.
From these thoughts - the windows are opening.
And people look at me.

And so strongly remind of something their songs.
And so familiar seems their voices.
But nearness is lost forever.

It's just the air movement.

*

Full of doubts I go by night through the garden,
because fear uses (wastes) courage and feeds worries.
For the fifth time I run to the beach to look the wild sea,
fascinatedly watching the water mountains, which are scudding.
Hard to let go the doubts, because my heart is deaf.
However, only the bright window counts.

*

The memory - there on the bottom of the lake.
The deep black lake.
On watersides of the forgotten
grows the new days
and bright new smiles.
And in the eyes of people
there are nothing,
what would reminded me

that i losed.

*

The night has made off, 
A few feathers still in the field 
in the morning sun.
Night plumage, dark-black, bluish black,
and heavy cloths, velvet and taffeta – 
now they lie somewhere else.
I am seeking the step from yesterday,
that lead me here,  but don't go him any more.
I see the scarp in the stone,
in the rock  I understand the night,
why and how she changed me 
and I hand over her dress to the morning.
New territory in which my breath writes.

*

Believing that something has changed
in these new faces,
looking as the old,
I'm going through one street,
second,
third,
stop in order not to get lost,
and the past does not matter,
because I don't see it:
my eyes are filled with the light of a new day.
Houses shiftes imperceptibly,
Trees moves with spurts of my steps.
I wonder again. Carefully.

In order to pass through myself.

*

Stranded and come upon land,
Cat's tail which came from far away.
I roll my words across rocks to the silver valley
and rise newborn from the spirals of dark night,
encased in morning light and morning mood.
Golden eyes release me
to light and shade, to the sparkling shine.
Thousand voices call me into the day.

Photo: Alexander Bozhday (more: http://bozhday.livejournal.com)

full

deep walk (with Augenmerk & Somebody Bo)

small people infected by large problems

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

In A Hole (Dub)

Can't Feel My Knees

Weird Pains

Mystery Background Vocal's
By Tante Meli @tante-meli

Music Composed Arranged & Produced
By Martin Reed @tophonicus 

All Lyric's & Reading
By Augenmerk 


LUNA STRINGS_TOPHONICUS & TANTE MELI & AUGENMERK

MUSIC & MIX BY MOON DUST
LYRICS & SPOKEN WORDS BY AUGENMERK

Please check out the outstanding beautiful work of MOON DUST 
https://soundcloud.com/petri-kiviniemi

I felt insecure about the contrast between the floating music and the content of the lyrics, words of love and joy, peace and beauty would connect much easier, and for sure "positive" words do good. Anyway, there is the personal feeling of injustice and too much pain on earth, and the personal heart must live with that knowledge, and for it's tranquility and peace let go and trust. To me this music has a very soothing character, representing calming and healing, this  I wish for all wounds that life rips. 
It is something comforting in this whole moving, all coming from the stream of being and fading, returning into it, and we can feel separated and  fallen out from this huge cradle as well as connected and be safe, but not in the way that life does not harm us. It does. Situations of crisis and pain may sometimes even more open for the strength of light and trust. In connection with the music hinting at the shadow sides meant to lay  the wounds under an atmospheric peaceful soothing music love heaven. ;-))

Wem gehören die Blumen und wem das Tortenstück
Woran Menschen scheitern und andere haben Glück,
manchen packt das Schicksal die Taschen viel zu voll,  
kehrt mit Siegergold zum Sieger zurück. 
Hat sich verschworen gegen die, die schon verloren
vor schwindenden Chancen den Mut nicht mehr finden.

 Stellt die Wand vor den Tisch: „Iss!“ sagt sie, 
vielleicht auch „Stirb“ oder „Friss!“
so genau interessiert´sie's nicht
und kehrt mit Siegergold zum Sieger zurück. 

Hundert Parolen wandern durch mich,
ewiger Kampf bis zum letzten Gefecht.
Kein Feuerschweif zerrt das Ende ans Licht
und doch war ich niemals lodernder.
 
Mir malt der Sturm ein Auge zu, drinnen wächst Geschichte,
ereignet sich das Eigene. Was als Antwort da ist - 
herzüberströmt lässt du los.
 
Wer nie in sich zur Ruhe kam, wem sich das Glück verwehrt, 
wen mitten durch das Herz ein Sorgental beschwert ...

So viele Wörter begleiten mich, 
so viele Buchstaben beschneiden mich, 
dem Wahnsinn um mich Fährten legen, 
der Willkür die Tür öffnen „Such’ mal!“
Verneigen, ressourcenorientiert. 	
Aussetzer. Aufsetzer. Aufsässig.  Aussätzig.
 
Wer bin ich, wenn mein eigenes Wort mir so wichtig ist, 
mir so lästig ist, und Bäume stürzen ein?	

 
Manchmal sammle ich, sammle mich kurz vorm Nachtruf.
Mein Krieger gibt nicht nach, die Wortsucht in Flammen
löst mich in Flammen auf und der Kontext geht verloren.
Und keiner weiß später, woran sie gestorben ist.
Sie, die für die steht, die nichts mehr sagen können,
deren Mund schon zugenäht und deren Worte taub,
deren Hand am Boden schleift und Abgrund sammelt.
Den Abgrund entschärfen, der nah, immer da, den Minenweg.
Das Kartenhaus verlegen, vom Lastensteg ins Hypernormale
und eintauchen, ganz weit hinein, normal sein.

Ich nehme den ersten Trumpf heraus, gestattet von oben. 
Wissen Sie, meine Kübel sind voll, in der Not einen leeren.
Der Boden wartet noch immer, fußbereit, lässt ein und dankt.
Ich bekomme den Auftrag, ich solle ...
Ich weiß nicht, was ich ... keine Ahnung ... ein Versuch, Flucht ...

Konzertsaal der Herzen, der Saal berauschend voll ...
Mein Herz blubbert, lautlos, wortlos, schleift am Boden entlang ...
Und dieses Haus, dem der Himmel fehlt, namenlos ...
Gnadenlose Himmellosigkeit, 
und weil ich darauf bestehe und kein anderes Herz ...

 
Ich weiß nicht, was ich ... keine Ahnung ... ein Versuch, Flucht 
Ich sammle Schritte ein, die von mir wegführen,
klebe den Morgen in prächtiges Gras, gehe den Weg 
auf allen Vieren, bäuchlings, rücklings, am seidenen Faden.
Nur der Sprungturm entscheidet, ob einer Wahrheit spricht
oder schon Knöpfe aus Gold trägt, weil diese zu schön. ...
Wem gehören die Blumen und wem das Tortenstück?


MOON DUST & AUGENMERK_Overwhelmed by heart you let go_Herzüberströmt lässt du los

The lyrics were specially written for this beautiful music, and for me it is interesting and opening another room to hear them also with the great sound of https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/the-heavens-call-my-name_splintered-finger-tante-meli-augenmerk-sampli-master1
it is a present to hear my words dressed in so different sounds. Thanks Tophonicus / Splintered Finger / Fudge Nutz  for the offer to write lyrics!
 
Music by Splintered Finger @fraudstein
All Lyric's & Raeding by Augenmerk 
Produced by Martin Reed

Breakfast in the Universe_ SPLINTERED FINGER & AUGENMERK_TOPHONICUS REMIX

Woolfy - "Return of Starlight" (ICP Remix, Instrumental Version)

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 ...