Name: The Book of Frost by Belet Seri
Duration: 4 min 19 s
Description: Our latest single featuring Mioune on vocals

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The Secret of the Forest

I saw two magpies in the garden, doing a wonderful and surprising dance. That inspired this music.

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Dance of the Magpie

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Dance Of The Magpie

Our latest single featuring Mioune on vocals

The Book of Frost

Song created & played by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic, octave, distorted lead & rhythm & bass guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drums, ambient, atmospheric, vocal
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Ghostly Frequencies

Written, recorded and produced at Cat Box Studio, Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:
My mind is floating on a sea of "running out of time".
I survive, barely getting good at barely getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You Don't hear a word I say.

Fall out from the navigation and a proper destination, pushing it aside.
Pause, rewind, reflect, refine. It doesn't work that way.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You don't hear a word I say. You won't listen anyway.

It was wrong from the start.
Add it up and multiply. Set the bar, I'm still not getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, your sense of self.
You don't hear a word I say.
Stack them up on broken walls. Throw the stones and watch them fall.

You don't hear me, you won't listen, I can't take another day.

Pause, Rewind

mon plaisir

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

East Ontario

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