Lobkowitz

A project of mine which I'm still working on.
Completely unmastered, but definitely a fertile ground for growing some joyful soundwaves.
Enjoi <3

Oud sample taken from "Taqsim Nahawand Kabir" by Munir Bashir.

Lichens y MunBashir

 »Die Wüste ist schön«, fügte er hinzu...

Und das war wahr. Ich habe die Wüste immer geliebt. Man setzt sich auf eine Sanddüne. Man sieht nichts. Man hört nichts. Und währenddessen strahlt etwas in der Stille.

»Es macht die Wüste schön«, sagt der kleine Prinz, »dass sie irgendwo einen Brunnen birgt.«

Ich war überrascht, dieses geheimnisvolle Leuchten des Sandes plötzlich zu verstehen. Als ich ein kleiner Junge war, wohnte ich in einem alten Haus, und die Sage erzählte, dass darin ein Schatz versteckt sei. Gewiss, es hat ihn nie jemand zu entdecken vermocht, vielleicht hat ihn nie jemand gesucht. Aber er verzauberte dieses ganze Haus. Mein Haus barg ein Geheimnis auf dem Grunde seines Herzens...

Die rote Wüste

A mine is a hole anywhere in the world with at least one Cornishman at the bottom of it.

"The term diaspora carries a sense of displacement. The population so described finds itself for whatever reason separated from its national territory, and usually its people have a hope, or at least a desire, to return to their homeland at some point, if the "homeland" still exists in any meaningful sense."

Vocals taken from "Sogna fiore mio" by Lucilla Galeazzi.

We don't need no borders.
Merci



Cornwall

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I will meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about
language, ideas, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense."

Transposed Edit of Bobby McFerrin's Circlesong 5 <3

The elephant met a moonflower.
Her eyes, ancient like the mountains.
Her hands, alive like trees.
Her voice, endless like the desert.
She gave him back 
a fear to embrace,
a grateful dream
and a boatful of melodies.



Circlesong 5 (Lobcormorão Namorado Edit)

"Weit wie mit dichtem Diamantstaube
bestreut, erscheinen Flur und Flut,
und in die Herzen, traumgemut,
steigt ein kapellenloser Glaube,
der leise seine Wunder tut."

A simple edit of Leonard Cohen's Avalanche.
Image by Ali di Bruco.
Bisous

Geschenke aus dem Morgenland

Avalanche

“There's nothing fundamentally wrong with people. Given a story to enact that puts them in accord with the world, they will live in accord with the world. But given a story to enact that puts them at odds with the world, as yours does, they will live at odds with the world. Given a story to enact in which they are the lords of the world, they will ACT like lords of the world. And, given a story to enact in which the world is a foe to be conquered, they will conquer it like a foe, and one day, inevitably, their foe will lie bleeding to death at their feet, as the world is now.”
(Ishmael)

La canzone del padre:
this is an invitation to love our fathers. To accept and forgive our past.
It's time to hold, let go and open our hearts for a new story to embrace.
A story to enact in which Life doesn't belong to us but we belong to Life.

A huge thanks to my dear friends Luis and Lukas for the inspiration.
The beautiful vocals are taken from "Mandela" by Danyel Waro.

With Love

Mandela (a Song for Ishmael)

"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."

Rumi

Monal EP

B2 - Datura (the Chant of the Monal)

"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."
Rumi

Vocal sample taken from "Le brin d'herbe" by Brigitte Fontaine & Areski.

B1 - Herbe

"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."
Rumi

A2 - La tortue rouge

"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."
Rumi

Vocal sample taken from "Walking on the Red Sea (Dreams of the Sufi Saints)" by Mercan Dede.

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