Fabulous work! You made this yours absolutely :)

Fabulous collaboration! As if from one musical mind. Mad skills!

really cool! ingvar base gained an amazing rock live! I'd love to understand the lyrics haha. even knowing it's a game with the sentences I will definitely try Google translator 

Following https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar 's collaboration invitation: https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar/add-your-part-no1feb?si=f6b0cd59c43d429cb20c06505e24ee22&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Keyboards, bass:  by https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar
2 guitars, vocals, lyrics: me
drums: logic drummer


The Lyrics are an impro about a poem inspired during cooking lunch while being distracted...

Es kocht es kocht
Es kocht noch nicht
Noch nicht aber fast
Aber fasst sie mich an
Fasst sie mich an
Zieh mich an zieh mich aus
Es kocht es kocht noch nicht
aber fast!
Sieh mich an!


Es kocht es kocht
Es kocht noch nicht
Noch nicht aber fast
Aber fasst sie mich an
Fasst sie mich an
Zieh mich an zieh mich aus
Es kocht es kocht noch nicht
Aber fasst sie mich an,
Zieh mich aus...

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The lyrics are a bit hard to translate, as it plays with parts of sentences, which sound almost the same but mean different things...

Cover with images of cottonbro, pixabay and Adonyi Gábor on Pexels

Es kocht (collab Ingvar Tautra)

Gosh!  Over a year since I've posted a new song!  It’s been a rough few years, but for me, the past 6 months have been particularly hard.  

This song was written ages ago, but I wanted to record it, just to have a copy for myself.  It’s a one-take piano/singing thing, with flaws but a sense of the underlying feeling.  While I was producing it, it developed a life of its own.  I had thought I’d rock it up with quite a conventional sound, but the drums and bass insisted on having their own unique flavours – ribbons of synth.  Aah well, here it is, a bit rough around the edges but at least I can feel that I am making music again...  thanks so much for listening!

Rock it…

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

Seems everyone’s dancing to light, 
there’s a song we all hear in the night
With the moon wide and high static spitting the sky
seems everyone’s dancing to light
Some red and some yellow some white
seems everyone dances to light

And the dust, it comes muddy your veins
dreary life dull and moaning in pain
Circuits broken and lost and you can’t think to cry
lost the code lost the path and can’t understand why
and the meaningless days and interminable nights
when there’s nowhere to fly and the wings lost their flight
found the feathers all crushed on the floor
trampled broken, don’t work any more

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

But somehow the cycle moves through,
the winds of change whisper and call
some beat in your brain lets the sleep patterns change
to the pulse of the blood and the beat of the brain
and awaken arise to the life-song refrain

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Written sung made and played by Emma

Rock it...

Piano/instrumental composition, and piano: Debra Buesking @debra_buesking
Melody composition for the voice, and voice: Oddrun Eikli
Poem: EMILY BRONTË
Cover design: Debra

Thank you so much Debbie, for great JOY working together.
Thank you so much for your friendship.

POEM OF EMILY BRONTË

That wind, I used to hear it swelling
With joy divinely deep;
You might have seen my hot tears welling,
But rapture made me weep.


I used to love on winter nights
To lie and dream alone
Of all the hopes and real delights
My early years had known.


And oh! above the best of those
That coming time should bear,
Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose,
Still beaming bright and fair.

November 28, 1839.

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

That Wind. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

Music: Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.
Piano , keys, and instrumental composition: Yann Kifer @annkifer
Vocals, text, photo and vocal composition: Oddrun Eikli
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

In Yann Kifer's music I was inspired to focus on" Moments Of Life."
In Nature. In People. In Music.
It`s heavy and painful times for our world, despite this I have to thank Yann, from the bottom of my heart, for the musical joy even in such a time. 

The Way We Used To Sing. 

What is there to see
Catch the rain
And count the stars
Sounds waits

Ripples through the storm
In twilight and dew
I awake
To the rising sun

This is the way we used to sing

And remembered
The way we used to sing

In this moment
A door wide open
Eyes blink open

Eyes like the ocean
Light golden sea breaths
A Moment of Life

The Way We Used To Sing. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.

Reloaded Kirwani

Reloaded Hansdhwani

Piano/instrumental composition, and piano: Debra Buesking @debra_buesking
Melody composition for the voice, photo and voice: Oddrun Eikli
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Lee Frost (født 26. mars 1874 i San Francisco i California, død 29. januar 1963 i Boston i Massachusetts) var en amerikansk poet. Han ble tildelt Pulitzerprisen fire ganger, henholdsvis i 1924, 1931, 1937 og 1943.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli.

Swanaad by NeckarGanga

Bumblebee composed by Peter Hinz

Shyam Rastogi - sitar
Steffen Dix - sax
Keshava Rao Nayak - tabla
Peter Hinz - percussion, voc
Sandip Rao Kewale - tabla, voc
Jonathan Sell - bass
Ephraim Giepen on track 06 & 07

Mixing - Markus Born
Mastering - Julian Maier-Hauff
Artwork - Jens Richter

www.neckarganga.com

©NECKARGANGA

Bumblebee

Swanaad by NeckarGanga

Parallel Confusion composed by Steffen Dix 

Shyam Rastogi - sitar
Steffen Dix - sax
Keshava Rao Nayak - tabla
Peter Hinz - percussion, voc
Sandip Rao Kewale - tabla, voc
Jonathan Sell - bass
Ephraim Giepen on track 06 & 07

Mixing - Markus Born
Mastering - Julian Maier-Hauff
Artwork - Jens Richter

www.neckarganga.com

©NECKARGANGA

Paralell Confusion

Swanaad by NeckarGanga

Banaras Blues composed by NeckarGanga

Shyam Rastogi - sitar
Steffen Dix - sax
Keshava Rao Nayak - tabla
Peter Hinz - percussion, voc
Sandip Rao Kewale - tabla, voc
Jonathan Sell - bass
Ephraim Giepen on track 06 & 07

Mixing - Markus Born
Mastering - Julian Maier-Hauff
Artwork - Jens Richter

www.neckarganga.com

©NECKARGANGA

Benares Blues

Swanaad by NeckarGanga

Swanaad composed by Syham Rastogi

Shyam Rastogi - sitar
Steffen Dix - sax
Keshava Rao Nayak - tabla
Peter Hinz - percussion, voc
Sandip Rao Kewale - tabla, voc
Jonathan Sell - bass

www.neckarganga.com

Swanaad

This is a wild mixture of many different styles, ideas and inspirations as the days bring them. It started all as a kind of musical diary and it still is - just that I would like each entry to be able to stand for itself, while in the beginning it was just my inner need for improvisation as an outlet for my feelings.

Who am I? Well, I am trying to find out - after a long time (almost 20 years) without my own music but having musicians around nearly every day and yet myself sticking to "zeros" and "ones" most of the time. 
Once music was my dream, comfort - even my studied profession. But then it fell asleep between "true" and "false" and the support for loved ones... I don't regret - I just have so much to discover.

Es kocht (collab Ingvar Tautra)

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