Really well designed Electronic-Dance-Track!

wow this is super fine, fresh and retro! 

Multi-layered sonic bliss ... fast and exciting

Really nice movement among elements. Enjoying this a lot! :)

A bit chilly and a bit jazzy combination of vintage tones with modern 7 string guitar.
Available also on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4i2n3jUgWKCV4HOF3YVvco?si=GKB7Xt57QMKmqzP4flPO-g

The hut

Intro: (DW Tin)
Sing me
I’m thirsty for the might
Vision blurry
With my eyes
Can’t decide
This a dream 
Or is it real life ?

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me 
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse: (DW Mich)
Drippin in cheese get the keys to your bitches pussy (sheesh)
My gang don’t do broke knees got them double Gs
Drippin in them LVs brand new jeans
100 G's on my bank account put it in her mouth now take it please pretty please
She going loca and she love the sosa
And I broke her fucking heart
Aim at her tits like I’m shooting darts
Drop top cruising through the city like I’m gloriosa
Shooting for the stars is legendary 
Rest in peace to Pop (Smoke!)
Flying to the moon cuz I’m on that spice
Got pneumonia from all this ice
And we all laced up can’t see the faces
This song will take you to whole lotta places

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey 
She too spicy
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
Sky be looking bright
Chilling in Calabasas
Then we fly 
Life’s on fleek day & night
Tell me what you want
Let's kick it right
They gonna hate but it’s alright
Everybody wanna get a piece of pie
But they ain't got this piece of mind
My stress somewhere outta sight
I'm a G 
Keep it tight
Ain no crime
We young and wild
Fucked up many times
Redemption’s not my style
Hating on me
But they cannot stop my grind
Even at my prime
See me strive
On everything
That brings me back
To old times

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip 
Unload me like a clip

2 Spicy (prod. SiM)

Available also on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0XOrQByl8cNK5pWGSY21xt?si=4d1e6bd4e5024a55

Nu myth

Illusions are a mental image that makes us pursue a goal that obsesses us. Sometimes illusions protect us from what we don't want to see or know. Sometimes illusions have nothing to do with reality.

Illusions To Believe In

Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

Introduction in English:
Since childhood, I have always enjoyed spending time in nature and especially in the woods. Often no one knew exactly where I was. I told my mother that I was in "Transylvania". Then she knew not to ask. 
At my secret nature places I always found a deep security and a protection from the everyday demands which threatened to overrun me from time to time. 
This is basically true to this day. 
I find it all the more painful that many forests in which I used to find so much peace and harmony no longer exist today or are threatened with extinction. 
I try to give this pain a musical expression with the song "Mother Earth". 
The cover for the song this time comes from the Polish artist Renata Golab.

Lyrics in English:

Mother earth

Stone rubble, sore veins,
Trees without bark root fracture
Lions toothless, worn nails,
Wingless birds in the canyon

Meadows pale, no play of clouds,
The wind song is menacingly silent
The milk of cows dry sand
Chicken gods stones eyeless at the edge

I hold the mother earth
Soon runs completely through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned up

Meadows stand colorless on the pastures
Winds are unleashed and distraught
Cats without fur and without paws
Dogs without snouts, biting -shy

Rose bushes are a sea of stumps
Sunflowers pea-small
Birds do not sing, the stable is empty
The clouds, hard as moonstone

I hold the mother earth
Soon completely runs through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...

Deutscher Originaltext: 

Mutter Erde

Steingeröll, wundgeplatzte Adern
Bäume ohne Rinde Wurzelbruch
Löwen zahnlos, abgewetzte Nägel
Flügellose Vögel in der Schlucht

Wiesen bleich, kein Wolkenspiel
Der Windgesang ist drohend still
Die Milch der Kühe Trockensand
Hühnergötter-Steine augenlos am Rand

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt

Wiesen stehen farblos auf den Weiden
Winde sind entfesselt und verstört
Katzen ohne Fell und ohne Tatzen
Hunde ohne Schnauzen, beissend -scheu

Rosensträuche sind ein Stümpfe-Meer
Sonnenblumen erbsenklein
Vögel singen nicht, der Stall steht leer
Die Wolken, hart wie Mondgestein

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt.

Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand….

Mutter Erde (Mother Earth)

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A Great Journey

This piece moves. Strings ad orchestra with the pulsing of Fluffy's Aurora 2 giving same rhythmic drive. Some key changes takes it some new directions before coming  back home to Dmin.

Dreaming Sun Aurora

Wenn wir jetzt versagen, dann nicht aus Mangel an Gelegenheit, sondern weil wir es versäumen, die Gelegenheit beim Schopf zu packen.
Der Brunnen wurde gereinigt.

The Fountain

An Electro-Funk dance track recorded with live instrumentation.  Guitar tracks recorded with a Fender Stratocaster, Gibson ES-335 and a Gibson Les Paul.  Keys, synths and drums recorded with a Roland RD-2000 and a Roland TR-808.  Song key is D and BPM is 115.

Ce Que Calling

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