Introduction in English:
After five years of abstinence, my son fell back into drugs. All attempts to help him bounced off the increasingly overpowering drug cocktails. All my feelings during this time, the anger about the destructive power of the drugs, the powerlessness in the face of the quicksand in which my son sank further and further, the despair and sadness about the loss of loving contact with him, I have tried to process in this song.  

Introduction in German:
Nach fünf Jahren der Abstinenz ist mein Sohn wieder den Drogen verfallen. Alle Versuche, ihm zu helfen, prallten an den immer übermächtiger werdenden Drogencocktails ab. Alle meine Gefühle in dieser Zeit, die Wut über die zerstörerische Kraft der Drogen, die Ohnmacht angesichts des Treibsandes, in den mein Sohn immer weiter versank, die Verzweiflung und Trauer über den Verlust des liebevollen Kontaktes zu ihm, habe ich versucht, in diesem Song zu verarbeiten.  

Lyrics

I am cryin` for you, my son

Can only watch you, 
How you slip down
How you lose your point of view

Can only watch you, 
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the mire of your soul

You have become such a stranger to me
Where south was is now cold north
The familiarity is gone 
The dignity lies in the dirt

Ooh please don't throw away your last shirt

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myselg, my son

We were playing music
We were jamming together
In an incredible harmony

Threw the balls to each other
We were in tune
Like a magical symphony

But now the strings are torn
All my knowledge is of no use 
I no longer know you
Strange astral wind

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myself, my son

I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son

I`m crying for you, my son

I Am Crying For You, My Son

Whipped Black And Blue (Demo) Track 2 Angry Times Album

This song is dedicated to one of my best friends. A fascinating person, but one who is permanently under the pressure of electricity, driven by a burning desire for deep inner peace and yet constantly restlessly searching. In one of our intensive conversations he said about himself: "My longing is holding me tight". - And in this way the title of this song was born. 
Yesterday he called me and said: “Karl, the Corona crisis is terrible on the one hand. It creates a lot of illness, financial threats and, due to the increasing restrictions on the exit, possibly an escalation of violence. 
On the other hand, the rapid disruption of everything that has been my daily habits forces me to face more of the three basic questions of life that I have been running away from so often:
Who am I really? How do I want to shape the relationship with my loved ones?And: What place do I basically want to take in society and the world?”
And then something happened that I had not known about him before: He paused, and there was a pleasant silence on the phone line. Finally he said: "You might be surprised; with all the shit that Corona brings with it, the forced deceleration associated with it does me a tremendous amount of good. I finally get a little bit of that inner peace I've always longed for.”
Maybe this little monologue of my friend will help all those who are struck with the Corona crisis (...and therefore me, too) to see in this current "world tsunami" also a chance for profound change...      
 

My longing is holding me tight

I am so drunk again.
Have just drained the whole Wissky

The Corrupting Scoundrels
Stand with me in a “fake flirtation”

My soul full of holes
Uninhabited and unfournished

My hands on endless search after a drop 
From the sea of love far away from me

The meadows in me full of scars
The skies inside me: Starless

The garish colours have been melted away
The once so wet womb is almost dried out

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

Alwas played for my life
Often I begged the moon

To float free for a second
For a moment, that happiness invites me

Used to sleep in tall trees
Built myself deep caves there

Sought peace among grazing sheeps
Confided in healers and gurus

Inside me the murmur of the graves
The sound of the demons howling

I'm eternally put off till later
Been fooled so many times by a will-o'-the-wisp

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

My longing is holding me tight

My Longing Is Holding Me Tight

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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)

Phoneix And Starlight 8th Track Demo Project

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

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