Alle Instruments: Karlit-O-Kay
Vocals and Lyrics: Art~Whimsically Yours
Original Composition "Mission Competition" by Karlit-O-Kay

Lyrics (By Art~Whimsically Yours)

I’ve been in stiff competitions
since I was young
they were faithful missions
that I lost or won
dusty trophies line the shelves
of my boyhood room
left behind to mark my victories
in the shadowed gloom

And I’ve always been competitive
never worried about the negatives
to the pains of loss…insensitive
like my father before me I inherited....

that inner drive to always strive
to be good, bette,r best
I never rest
till the good was better
and the better was best

I competed for love trying
to win the hearts
of beautiful girls
it became an art
painting smiles on their lips
till love’s fire's sparked
sweet passion shared
In my car past dark
some stayed for a while
some chose to depart
some chose to depart

But my urge for chasing
skirts soon died
when I found the perfect lady
to be by my side
she competed and
won my heart and soul
I was a happy man
when she reached her goal

I became a musician
and spent my life always wishing
for that one big hit
always chasing it
on the road for months
till my sweet love dumped
me for some other guy
on whom she could rely
and I was denied.
I was denied.

I learned it isn’t just the prize
and love’s won means nothing
when you’re left a lonely guy
It’s just back to the playing field
where you desperately try
to find someone else
to be by your side.

Winning isn’t everything
It can wreck your Life
you need someone
who is faithful
not a trophy wife
cause it all goes shit
and your left deprived
you’ve got to keep that girl
you can’t afford to lose
you got to leave false hopes
and try on lesser shoes
or you’ll spend your life
lost in deep regret
love’s the ultimate prize
that you can’t forget
long after it has faded
cause you broke the trust
trying to chase something else
till your dreams are dust
till all your dreams are dust
all your dreams are dust
all your dream are dust......

Mission Competition-Remastered (Karlit-O-Kay & Art~Whimsically Yours)

Original Instrumental-Composition "Dying": Karlit-O-Kay
Vocals and Lyrics on "Dying": Matthew F. Blowers

Lyrics:

If you know or suspect
anyone of child abuse
please, let your voice be heard
for the children's sake
before it's too late!!!

Sung To KarLit-O-Kay's Amazing music-"DYING!"

Her cornflower, blue eyes
shed the palest of blue tears,
over scarlet cheeks
that puffed and blew
semi-warm air,
in tiny white clouds
over her numb blue fingers,
Just to stay warm.

In a flimsy, blue nightgown,
under which her
fragile flesh was shivering hard
because she squatted in
a frozen puddle
of blue ice, insulated
only by the snow cover
that captured her
tragic blue shadow,
illuminated by a blue moon.

Tiny blue lips mumbled
"I'm sorry!" I’m Sorry."
to a closed and locked
front and back door,
with warmth and safety
just past the
blue curtains that
never budged,
hours after hoping
and praying that they would.
but they remain closed
closed, closed....
offering only unwelcome wood....

But this tragic event had
been coming on
for quite a long time.
The scars from cigarette burns
left on parts of her body ‘
no one else could see
bore testament to her
cruel treatment at the hands
of her so-called loved one
like endless thousands
of often abused children
who had fallen long before her

Earlier when
the blue sky
faded to black
a red angst mingled,
with a haze of
blue, cigarette smoke,
spewing a rusty
drunken rage,
as one unreasonable heart,
and one hard-booted foot,
pushed this precious,
innocent 5 year old
viciously from her
Daddy’s house.
His last words to her were
his cursing a blue streak,
as he staggered off
to his couch to sleep
away his whiskey blues...ooo.ooos

The house she called home
was three acres distant
from any other safe haven
and she had been beaten before
for even thinking about
wandering off and so she remained
right now near the place
she had been kicked out suffering
in a ten degree bitter wind.

Inebriated he
completely forgot
his little, girl blue,
who eventually
also feel asleep,
only to be frozen
into blue veined flesh,
in the snow muffled front yard
under a blanket of
eternal darkness.
under a blanket of
eternal darkness.

Come mourning
blue lights flashed,
and men in blue removed,
the worthless skank of a father
who had murdered the little blue girl,
as paramedics shook their heads,
and covered her in a white sheet,
under which the blue of her
iced, crystallized flesh,
soaked to a grayish blue stain.
in the shape of a tear

and beneath that shroud
through its soft, warm cotton
that was no longer able to warm her
her faded, blue eyes stared upward
into eternity, forever young…
Forever young.………………………...

"Why?? does this go on
day after day and
night after night??
Chldren being slain
by drunken fools?
Why can't it be made right?
Why can't it be made right???

Stellar Music Played & Composed
by Karlit_O-Kay ©-2021
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2021

The Little Blue Girl

The Little Blue Girl (Karlit-O-Kay & Matthew F. Blowers

Vocals: Tonybluestone
Compostion, Instruments and Arrangements: Karlit-O-Kay
Original Composition: "A Prayer of Hope" by Karlit-O-Kay: https://soundcloud.com/user-867592383/a-prayer-of-hope

Tonybluestone sings "A Prayer of Hope"

Introduction in English:

A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining. 
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery. 
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....    

Lyrics in English:

Self-pity (I feel pity for myself) 

I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do

I'm navel gazing 
I'm lonely without a woman

I feel pity for myself

I have no time for anything else but me.

I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me

Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn

I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)

I have no time for anything else but me

The blind date last night was a flop as usual 
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?

I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me

No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:

I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

I really don't have time for anything else but me.

At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.

Uuh!

I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,

Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out

I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)

I really, really don't have time for anything else but me


Deutscher Originaltext:

Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)

Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.

Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau

Ich tu mir leid

Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit

Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann

Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht

ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.

Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?

Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir

Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:

ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit

Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest

Uuh!

Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott  mich endlich sieht

Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus

ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)

Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit

Selbst-Mitleid (Self-Pity)

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

Introduction in English:

Last summer I went wandering in the Black Forest with my oldest friend. After a long day of walking, we stopped at a rather musty inn.   
We were chewing on the overcooked pasta casserole when suddenly the door opened and a young lady entered the inn. With her noble and elegant-delicate appearance she did not fit at all to the stuffy environment.
She sat down together with her family, who hermetically sealed her off, at the next table.
My friend and I immediately had the same association of a "sad beauty". On the outside, she seemed to hold herself together like an extremely well-formed porcelain figure. In her being, however, she seemed deeply lonely, isolated, and almost broken to us.  
For a very brief moment, our eyes met. And in this millisecond-eye gaze into her soul, this chanson was born.  
Since this young woman would have fit more into the Versailles chateau culture of the late 18th century, I sing this chanson in a frail French.

Lyrics in English (for those who don't speak French)

Sad Beauty

You sit there, upright, as if oiled
The hair tamed, strictly gelled

Behind the glazed look,
A shadow falls back
On misfortune

Your face marbled,
Brightly made up, highly decorated
like a disused fairy tale lake
like a nestless animal

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom

Sad Beauty, Sad Beauty, so sad

Your little daughter sits to your left
Wants your answer, but you are silenced

Your mother feeling is completely drained

Your parents look at you
They can't reach you anymore
Your sister is shaking at your garden gate
Even from your beloved ones you are cut off

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom
Sad beauty, sad beauty, so sad

Sad Beauty

Introduction in English:

Most recently, after a long time, I was at the "Black Cafe" on Berlin's Kurfürstendamm. And as I sat there, I remembered a scene from my life that was the starting point for the song "Treason:
About 25 years ago I'm sitting one Saturday morning at three o'clock in the Black Cafe. Although I hardly ever drink alcohol, I'm drinking my third glass of vodka to wash down the increasingly painful shock of a triple betrayal: 
My wife betrayed our fidelity alliance because she cheated on me. My best friend betrayed our friendly loyalty because my wife cheated with him. And finally, I betrayed myself by taking poor care of myself and blindly trusting them.
The associated feeling of "nothing is the same as it was before" and "everything that seemed so right now appears wrong, upside down, or in shambles..." I have tried to express with this song.

Treason

Red light turns blue
Discreetly, data is stolen
The upright mountain 
Is in truth a tiny garden gnome

The handshake firm yet shallow
A promise that gives way to crime
A gold bar suspiciously light
Wryly calibrated

The walking stick breaks
A black spider - wanders into the light

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth is ordered

A work of art seduces 
Adorned with the signs of lies
A garden squints colourfully
And yet has false teeth in its mouth

A blossoming rose already withered
The topping-out feast with rotten beams
A trumpeter who blows on a comb
Freshly bared

The embraced strangled
The most familiar dies

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth orders

Treason

Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

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Everyone needs to feel love. And everyone is important that’s my motto. And i love everyone of you all and I blessed. So always love yourself and others. And stick together! Much love and greetings from Eddie Man

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