Name: The Road by Multiplicity
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: The road to destiny is one filled with trenches, opposition, and lots of forks. A life to learn which forks to take, which trenches to jump past, and how to fight the opposition.

Our Maker

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)

[Intro] to all the gang gang gangstas. All the gamstas. 

[Verse 1]

Gangsterologists, let's move
Tearin' up the streets, we got something to prove
Light it up, pioneer square.
Let’s dance 'til the dawn, Portland Oregon.
Aint get it done but we get it.
That lazy complacency just reached a dead end.
End of the road Johny!!

[Chorus]
Gangsterologists on the move.
time to rise,  tearin' up Portland skies
Ta the streets, Sick of it all, all of the greed and all the lies
Takin' back our money, no compromise. 
We comin for you I testify.
I give you my life. I gave you my live
These bones were bound to break, it’s do or die.


[Verse 2]
Can't call us blind, we see clear. 
With the picket signs, we comin near. 
Governor Tina Kotech, 
think you’re the supreme leader of Oregon.
Workin much, but the end ain't near
The rich get richer, it's time to rebel
No more acceptin' this broken-ass hell
Aint a slave but you treat us like dogs, 
so we bark like dogs now. (Wood woof!)
Out the fog we can see now that  they takin’ us down.
It’s chess not checkers, it’s strategy and I got the king 
cause I where the crown. 
I am the king. I am the wolf,
 we are the wolves recrutin’ wolves. 

Bridge

Im takin’ position for the mission of God. 
Told me ta move so I’m movin. 
Demons getting in the way but I suffer 
I , pain I suffer aint nothin
. I like I the pain. I feel the pain. I accept the pain. 
I’m a man and you ain’t nothin’

[Chorus] 

[Bridge]
How you’re lazy complacency just reached a dead end.
Together we stand, united we fight
No more sleepin', we shinin' bright
Steppin' on their necks, reclaimin' our rights
Gangsterologists unite, show 'em we right.

Bones Are Bound To Break

Shooters (Prod. Static)

Found treasure, buried in the field, sold everything I had, and bought the field. Here’s the story how

Diamond ring

The witch found her broomstick, I'm not ready for this one. She's on the prowl, waiting to destroy the next victim. Pray the darkness is seen, and you won't be the next victim. Beauty on the outside, but a wolf inside. This is a warning song.

Fight Or Flight

Life doesn’t go the way we think it will. Gotta be open to change. And maybe your whole life has sucked, been a sham, but tomorrow could be great. 

Life is messy so I found the cleaner.

Flying high until falling down, colliding forces towards the rope that hangs. The breathless noose comes alive. And as it starts to breathe, the ticker ticks faster. Clashing and burning with hopelessness, as the tree limb snaps, who makes the catch? It just snaps when you're gone.

Flying Next To You

Love

The road to destiny is one filled with trenches, opposition, and lots of forks. A life to learn which forks to take, which trenches to jump past, and how to fight the opposition.

The Road

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American artist: musician, singer-songwriter, lyricist, rapper, content creator, composer and beat-maker.
~Multiplicity

The Road

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