Anastasia - heavenly f. vocals
Mike Sebastian P. @ikeebastian - electric guitars
Leo - acoustic and bass guitars, drums, keys, m. vocals, production
Special thanks to Toby @tobyjenner for the help with English lyrics!
Lyrics:
                                                   Do it in spite, do it by hand
                                                   Turn over the world, knock over the sky.
                                                 In every single sketch, in every draft
                                                      The teacher is alive in his disciples.
                                                      I’ve been going down all my life,
                                I’ve been looking for love to love the only one.                                                                                             
                      They said it’s too late to save and to cure us,                                                                                    
    I don’t care because our children will be better than we are,
Better than we are,
Better than we are…
When I’m gone, I will be singing 
In the voices of my children,                                                                                                                                                     my children, and their children.
                                                                  We’re being swapped around. 
                    That’s the law of Samsara –
It's the Cycle of mankind.                                                                                                                                        O-o-oh, mama...
We can’t be erased, we live out of spite,
                                             Let it be bad luck, but we’ll take what’s ours.
                         And this sky is your stage, it’s upside down here
           And this star in the dark is the lantern lit by you.             
       Thousands of me were there before me and will be there after me,
       And a thousand not of me.                                                                                                                                                                                
            And we’re broken into pieces again, and we can’t be fixed,
   I don’t care because our children will be better than we are,
                                                                                      Better than we are,
                                                                                      Better than we are…
When I’m gone, I will be singing 
In the voices of my children,                                                                                                           
                                          My children, and their children.
                                                                   We’re being swapped around.
                     That’s the law of Samsara – 
It's the Cycle of mankind.
                                                                                                                                          O-o-oh, mama...

Баста - Сансара (Basta - Samsara) - cover by Crocodile1 feat. Anastasia and Mike Sebastian P.

Alex - tea time

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

David sent me a song he started with his good friend Pat Howell, and asked if I could put my thoughts on it. And it was with some trepidation, knowing that Pat had recently passed away. But a weave of friendship grew as we worked on the song. And today I am very honored that I had the opportunity to share these gentlemen's musical journey, in this song.
Thank you very much dear David for inviting me. ;)

You can find more of David's lovely guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Weave Of Friendship

This song is deeply personal.  It's about my time in service and how it affected me and those around me.  Unfortunately, I couldn't fit a line that's been haunting me.   "I was thinking the same old thoughts, Just some kids with their arms blown off."

What Did You Find?

Oddrun Eikli: vocal and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Arne Hiorth: trumpet and trumpet arrangement https://soundcloud.com/arnehiorth
Torbjørn Vagle: Instrumental composition, piano, bass, synth, drums&percussion https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Photo: Oddrun Eikli
Cover: Vetle Vagle
Mix: Torbjørn Vagle
Mastering Njål Frode Lie https://www.nflproduksjoner.no/

I am very grateful for this song with Oddrun and Arne. 
It is truly amazing to see how things falls into place and ends up like this fine result of our pleasant collaboration.
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door

I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon's mountain chain.

The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning's tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.

Upon The Hill.  Oddrun Eikli. Arne Hiorth. Torbjørn Vagle

I used these lyrics in a collab with Demelia Denton for a song written many years ago.
By then I had two versions. 
At that time this other version didnt make it trough.
But now ..
I decided to upload it unpolished like it was recorded back then.

Lyrics: Demelia Denton https://soundcloud.com/demelia-denton
Vocal and instruments; Torbjørn Vagle

Call Out To The Bluebirds

All instruments, vocals and production - my one man band)
Special thanks to Chevalier Vick and the vocal trio "The Chickens" for backing vocals)

Lyrics:

About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
Get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low

Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry
Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry

No lies and no deceiving, that is what you love
I keep tryin' to conceive that death is from above
No time
Get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low

Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry
Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry

Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
And I know, I know that I did you wrong
But will you trust me when I say that I'll
Make it up to you somehow, somehow

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low

Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry
Oh son of a stepfather
Oh son of a
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Im So Sorry (Imagine Dragons) - cover

Im So Sorry (Imagine Dragons) cover

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Just a Little Nudge (Nuts)
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I was just a little dude
Living in my treehouse
Until the wind blew it down

Well I found a new roof over my head
Underneath was the masters bed
What happy guy with a fabulous house

Made myself a home
Greeted the neighbours and built my nest
Master greeted me with the bat

---
Swing left - dodge right
Jump up and fight for your life
Swing again and jump real high
Trying to learn just how to fly
---

We met on a sunday morning
On the stairs of our home
He grabbed a ladder
Started climbing home

Waiting in the hole
Watching master climb
Just a little nudge (nuts)
Just a little nudge (nuts)...

He is trying to learn to fly
Not so good at it
A bit clumsy
Leaving a mess
He will just clean it up later

Just A Little Nudge (Nuts)

FREE DL (Audio + Video) here:
https://vegetableorchestra.bandcamp.com/album/green-days-audio-video

"Green Days" was recorded by all members in their kitchens during the lockdown in April 2020. Enjoy! 

The download includes the audio track and also the video of the performance.

credits
released June 5, 2020 

The Vegetable Orchestra - Green Days 

Matthias Meinharter: Onion Peels, Feebee, Leekolin, Leek Clap 
Susanna Gartmayer: Water Turnip, Carrot Xylophone & Delay 
Jürgen Berlakovich: Distorted Eggplant 
Ingrid Schlögl: Cucumberidoo, Tubecumberdrum, Carrot-Pepper Trumpet 
Barbara Kaiser: Onion Bristles, Leek-Asparagus Violin 
Ulrich Troyer: Calabash Bass Drum, Dried Nigerian Okra 
Martina Winkler: Dried Beans 
Jörg Piringer: Carrot Plop 

Music & Production: The Vegetable Orchestra 
Video Compositing & Editing: Matthias Meinharter 
Music Arrangement & Mix: Jürgen Berlakovich 
Final Mix & Mastering: Ulrich Troyer

GREEN DAYS

GREEN DAYS (Audio & Video)

Hello, I'm Leo. Thank you for listening. Some tracks here are made by myself. And some others - with the help of my friends: Roman https://soundcloud.com/schlaffenwagen,  Mike https://soundcloud.com/ikeebastian, Mike Mesha777 and Anastasia

Баста - Сансара (Basta - Samsara) - cover by Crocodile1 feat. Anastasia and Mike Sebastian P.

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