Dark heavy metal vocals! This is a great tune for Halloween! Scary dubstep mashup too!

Thrashstep- what is that LOL? Sounds good though....enough metal rhythm in there.

aha/great thrashstepN/awesome mixN hotN/a really metal soundN/fab track

darauf noch a' Ma$$..., Bier-Pongelistic excellentium.....!🍺

my June Favs

Remix of 'All Or Nothing' by @rebelutionmusic ft. @busysignal

Rebelution Ft. Busy Signal - All Or Nothing (Wavewatcher Remix)

Remix of 'Can We Talk About Me' by Paula Jiven. Started with the beat, inspired by a video about The Neptunes.

From that it became a sort of synth/rock track. Hope you like it.

Paula Jivén - Can We Talk About Me (Wavewatcher Remix)

Short piece I've made for a CueTube Prompt to flex the creative muscles. The premise was:

Create a soundtrack for a short film that tells the story of a person who wakes up in a parallel universe where everything is opposite - the sky is red, gravity is reversed, and people speak in a different language.

Wandering in a Weird World

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

________________________________

Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

This is a song about the senseless loss of life and landscape in Ukraine. Peace and Love! Lyrics:

1955 

As beauty fades,
as the ground begins to shake,
golden fields turn into
desolate moonscapes.

On both sides: eye for an eye.
The most important question
to be asked is: why?

Men who decide, but
never fight in a war,
command others to die 
while they remain secure.

(You asked) where 
have all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
You got no answer.
And quiet flows the Don
It carries on…

As language fails,
as human decency goes off the rails,
our attempts to help were sadly to no avail.

On both sides: eye for an eye.
The loss of life and landscape is unjustified.

Mighty men make decisions,
but never fight in a war. They
command others to give their lives
while they remain secure.

Oh, where have
all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
It carries on…

How can it be
that in 2023
there are 22 wars
and so little peace?

Oh, where have
all the flowers gone?
This was in 1955!
Still no answers.
And quiet flows the Don
It carries on…

1955

We’re all survivors one way or another.  Welcome to the story of one of them.  

Yet another exploration into the coexistence of genres.  

Shun banality.  

Enjoy.

Song For Survivor Emma Curry

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)

Anthem

Moving Forward

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

I worked on doing a remix for "Reimagined" a couple of months back but never got time to finish it due to moving house/life. Thought i'd share it anyway since they've announced the remix competition.
I didn't finish the middle section so that bit sounds beige. It was also more of a mix practice opportunity for me and didn't change things much except for the guitars/verses/drum sounds.

Check out their remix competition:
http://wp.me/p6yhZj-6Yf

Contortionist - Reimagined Remix (Not Fin)

> !!! PROST !!! DASD GURGL NED VERROST !!!
Drink Expensive Masses Of Beer Till You Puke ...

> WHAT`S ALL THIS CRAP?
Better: Everything In Moderation [e.g. Cool Tankards] 😏 ...

"New Mastered Version 2018" > created by DudellicAh!

> "Original Mix" performed by MatiniOh! (2017)

Dead🤤Drunk (The Beer Tent Jag) [Oktoberfest🍻Edit]

2econd Skin - Burn The Witch

As we transition Between Worlds, may this energetic set guide you through sonic pathways of the mind leading to a deeper sense of awareness & understanding of this ever changing world around us. 
A massive thank you 🙏 for all of your support, and for listening.
And as always, a deep gratitude to all of the immensely talented artists showcased here in my DJ mix. 
Artwork entitled "Gratitude For The Earth And Sky"  by Cameron Gray.

- Setlist:

All tracks purchased from www.beatport.com

Mixing decks used to perform this set was the Pioneer XDJ-XZ.

1. Kaza, Living Frequencies - Forest Chorus (Original Mix)
Forestdelic Records
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Kaza%2C+Living+Frequencies+-+Forest+Chorus+(Original+Mix)

2. Gabb - Covalent Angle (Original Mix)
Sonica Recordings
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Gabb+-+Covalent+Angle+(Original+Mix)

3. Gandhabba - Rum & Bass (Original Mix)
Reversible Records
https://www.beatport.com/track/rum-and-bass-original-mix/13231905

4.Evol Shaza, Nukleall, Sheenygami - Com-Puta Madre (Original Mix)
Supernova Music
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Evol+Shaza%2C+Nukleall%2C+Sheenygami+-+Com-Puta+Madre+(Original+Mix)

5. Oxyflux, Syntax - Cyber Sparta (Original Mix)
Protoned Music
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Oxyflux%2C+Syntax+-+Cyber+Sparta+(Original+Mix)

6. Jumpstreet - Spirit Overflow (Original Mix)
Looney Moon Records
https://www.beatport.com/track/spirit-overflow-original-mix/13025135

7. Synkronic - Space Time (Original Mix)
Sonica Recordings 
https://www.beatport.com/track/space-time-original-mix/13366800

8. Ingrained Instincts - Shooting Colors (Original Mix)
Timecode/Sangoma
https://www.beatport.com/track/shooting-colors-original-mix/13400585

9. Earthworm, Radikal Moodz, Shred'er - The Mosquito (Original Mix)
Looney Moon Records
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Earthworm%2C+Radikal+Moodz%2C+Shred%27er+-+The+Mosquito+(Original+Mix)

10. Render & Shenanigan - Tiny World (Original Mix)
Supernova Music
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Render+%26+Shenanigan+-+Tiny+World+(Original+Mix)

11. Doom, GlooM, Shred'er - The Glitchy Side (Original Mix)
Sonica Recordings
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Doom%2C+GlooM%2C+Shreder+-+The+Glitchy+Side+(Original+Mix)

12. Green Culture vs Dezzert - Bee Riot (Original Mix)
World People
https://www.beatport.com/search?q=Green+Culture+vs+Dezzert+-+Bee+Riot+

13. Synergic - Axiom (Original Mix)
Samaa Records
https://www.beatport.com/track/axiom-original-mix/13302358

Between Worlds | A Forest/Night-Psy Experience

Composition: Karlit-O-Kay
Acoustic-Guitar and Vocals: Karlit-O-Kay
All other instruments, Production and Sound-Mix: Karin-Maria Brunner.
At this point: Special thanks to Karin-Maria, for her very own careful, patient and prudent approach to the production of the song

When I met my wife almost 25 years ago, none of my friends and relatives gave a single damn about this relationship. We were quarrelling often and got into each other's hair over every little thing.
Interestingly however, some couples, who at that time were somewhat complacent about their great harmony, are no longer together today. At some point, so much conflict dirt had accumulated under the flowery carpet, that the permanent smile turned into hostility, contempt and finally: Separation. 
My wife and I still quarrel today - although not as intensely and often as before. But then as now these sometimes painful disputes often lead to a an even deeper and more tender encounter. 
In view of this dialectic, I had the idea of naming this song, which describes our relationship, "Wild Harps". 

Wild Harps

No, that's not possible
No, it can't be 
These perennial squabblers 
Can't even be together anymore

Always murder and mayhem 
With a lot of screaming and door slamming
Come on, don't tell me lies 
That's all over and done with already

Ooh no, it's true
Wild Harps
Do they stick together 
This couple, that lives 
In spite of minor scratches 

I bet it goes on forever
Even further

Many friends thought 
They won't last long
How they clashed
The safety fuse is about to blow

Harmony and peace 
Was a foreign word for them
Many marriages have been divorced 
But they survived every relationship murder

Ooh yes, it's true
Wild Harps
Do they stick together 
This couple, that lives 
Even with small scratches 

I bet, that this forever...
I bet, that this forever...
I bet, that this forever...

...Goes on

... That this goes on
Bet, bet...
...That this goes on
Bet, bet...
...That this goes on

Deutscher Originaltext:

Wilde Harfen

Nein, das gibt`s doch gar nicht
Nein, das kann nicht sein
Diese ewigen Streithammel 
Können doch gar nicht mehr zusammensein

Ständig Mord und Todschlag 
Mit viel Geschrei und Türenknall`n
Komm erzähl mir keine Lügen
Das ist doch schon längst aus und vorbei

Ooh nein, es ist wahr
Wilde Harfen
Halten die zusammen 
Dieses Paar, das lebt 
Trotz kleiner Schrammen 

Wetten, dass das noch ewig weitergeht
Noch weitergeht

Viele Freunde dachten 
Das halten die nicht lange aus
Wie die aufeinander krachten
Da fliegt die Sicherung doch gleich raus

Harmonie und Frieden
War für die beiden ein Fremdwort
Viele Ehen wurden schon geschieden 
Doch sie überlebten jeden Beziehungsmord

Ooh ja, es ist wahr
Wilde Harfen
Halten die zusammen 
Dieses Paar, das lebt 
Trotz kleiner Schrammen. 

Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…
Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…
Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…

….Geht

….daß das noch weitergeht
Wetten, Wetten…
…daß das noch weitergeht
Wetten, Wetten…
…daß das noch weitergeht

Together with Karin-Maria Brunner

Widle Harfen (Wild Haprs)

Wilde Harfen

Wilde Harfen (Wild Harps) (Engl. Lyrics In The Intro)

Rock, Rock, Rock and no Alternative …
I am playing guitar and bass, I love prog rock, technical death metal and all flavors of hard rock.
I use SoundCloud for collaborations with other Artists, if time allows.
Mix and Mastering was done in the „N.o.b.S. Moonshine Studios“ based in my living room. 
Nearly everything had been recorded during the night, sometimes at daylight on weekends.

[ Dudellic😱Ah! ] > mixes varied "Funky" and "Heavy" stuff, that you can bang your head to 😝 ...
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< M. O. > Passau, Lower Bavaria

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