Clear and raw and original punk music. Good work people

Yeah, ya! Great stuff!...the thing I like about punk rock is it's all under 3 minutes, lol...good to meet you, Henry! well done :)

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Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

Introduction in English:
Since childhood, I have always enjoyed spending time in nature and especially in the woods. Often no one knew exactly where I was. I told my mother that I was in "Transylvania". Then she knew not to ask. 
At my secret nature places I always found a deep security and a protection from the everyday demands which threatened to overrun me from time to time. 
This is basically true to this day. 
I find it all the more painful that many forests in which I used to find so much peace and harmony no longer exist today or are threatened with extinction. 
I try to give this pain a musical expression with the song "Mother Earth". 
The cover for the song this time comes from the Polish artist Renata Golab.

Lyrics in English:

Mother earth

Stone rubble, sore veins,
Trees without bark root fracture
Lions toothless, worn nails,
Wingless birds in the canyon

Meadows pale, no play of clouds,
The wind song is menacingly silent
The milk of cows dry sand
Chicken gods stones eyeless at the edge

I hold the mother earth
Soon runs completely through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned up

Meadows stand colorless on the pastures
Winds are unleashed and distraught
Cats without fur and without paws
Dogs without snouts, biting -shy

Rose bushes are a sea of stumps
Sunflowers pea-small
Birds do not sing, the stable is empty
The clouds, hard as moonstone

I hold the mother earth
Soon completely runs through my hand
So sore the mother earth
The last tree in the trunk already almost burned

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...

Deutscher Originaltext: 

Mutter Erde

Steingeröll, wundgeplatzte Adern
Bäume ohne Rinde Wurzelbruch
Löwen zahnlos, abgewetzte Nägel
Flügellose Vögel in der Schlucht

Wiesen bleich, kein Wolkenspiel
Der Windgesang ist drohend still
Die Milch der Kühe Trockensand
Hühnergötter-Steine augenlos am Rand

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt

Wiesen stehen farblos auf den Weiden
Winde sind entfesselt und verstört
Katzen ohne Fell und ohne Tatzen
Hunde ohne Schnauzen, beissend -scheu

Rosensträuche sind ein Stümpfe-Meer
Sonnenblumen erbsenklein
Vögel singen nicht, der Stall steht leer
Die Wolken, hart wie Mondgestein

Ich halt die Mutter Erde
Rinnt mir bald völlig durch die Hand
So wund die Mutter Erde
Der letzte Baum im Stamm schon fast verbrannt.

Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand, Brand….

Mutter Erde (Mother Earth)

Introduction in English:
Over 30 years ago, I did a six-week hitchhiking trip in Ireland. Right at the beginning of the tour I met Ian and we hitchhiked through the beautiful Emerald Isle. 
We quickly discovered that we were both stuck in completely hopeless love affairs. He in London and me in Berlin. Both of us didn't want to admit it for a long time. Now, after countless attempts to save our relationship, we had fled to Ireland. 
I described my rescue efforts as a "Himmelfahrtskommando“. But there is no real equivalent for this German pun in English. The closest thing is "Suicide Mission". And so we came to call our community of fate "Suicide-Himmelfahrt-Mission". 
After this unforgettable tramp journey we always stayed in contact with each other. 
Until earlier this year, Ian's mother informed me that he had died unexpectedly of a heart attack. 
Accordingly, I dedicate this song to my friend Ian, who passed away much too soon. 
In the first part I sing the chorus in German. In the second part I imagine how the almost always cheerful jazz friend Ian would have sung the verses and the chorus. And in the third part, I imagine how the two of us would have sung the chorus together.

Lyrics in English:

From above, look down on me
Have completely overstretched myself

I sadly think oft he last day
I believed that could be done

Saw no age, no boundaries
Even defied the death

Suicide Mission
I can’t stand it
I am breaking down
Totally wounded
Lie to myself
All is lost
This is a Suicide Mission

Life seemed to me wihout meaning
Now finally I had the mission

First I flew along as if in a daze
Completely filled with a great vision

Yes, to heal you
And to redeem you
From the Trauma Suck

I ask myself on e last time
Why didn`t I look there?

Right in front of me the torture stake
And the warners shouted aloud

No demureness
Remote from earth
In wanting to be god burned

Refrain auf Deutsch:

Himmelfahrt
Alles zu hart
Brech‘ in mich ein
Blut wie ein Schwein
Total verschätzt
Tödlich verletzt
Das ist ein Himmelfahrtskommando

Suicide-Himmelfahrt-Mission

Introduction in English:

Sometimes I dream that I meet my great musical idols. When I was intensively occupied for a while with one of my passions, the French chanson, it happened that in one of my dreams Jacques Brel sat opposite me in my small Berlin living room and gave me the assignment to write, in my way and with my possibilities, something like a sequel to his great chanson "Ne me quitte pas".  Whereas here he had described the fear of losing a loved one, now I was to describe in my song what it was like to have lost this loved one forever. 
And on the basis of this nocturnal dream collaboration, my French chanson "Je t’ai perdu" was born. 
The cover is again by the Polish artist Renata Golab.

Lyrics in English:

I have lost you

I have lost you 
lost forever

Just wanted to hold you
Keep you warm and safe

Just wanted to protect you
Protect you from abysses

Protect you from demons
Protect you from the falling

Yes I know 
You will never understand

I know
You'll see it differently

You feel dominated
Dominated by me
Controlled by me
Imprisoned by me

You feel enslaved 
For all eternity

I have lost you
Lost forever

Just wanted to love you  
Love you unconditionally, unconditionally

Strengthen you for life
Strengthen you for becoming yourself

To raise you gently 
Lift you up against the Hades

Over, gone
I have not reached you

Nothing that remains
The oath of revelation

Reap your hatred 
Reproach and hatred
Your scorn and mockery
Scorn and derision

I have lost you
For all eternity

Französischer Originaltext:

Je t'ai perdu,

Je t'ai perdu,
Perdu pour toujours

Je voulais juste te tenir
Garder au chaud en toute sécurité

Je voulais juste te protéger
Protéger des abîmes

Te préserver des demons
Préserver de la chute, de la chute

Oui, Je sais
Tu ne comprendras jamais

Je suis conscient
Tu verras les choses autrement

Tu te sens dominé
Dominé par moi
Supprimé par moi
Enfermé par moi

Tu te sens asservi
Pour l'éternité

Je t'ai perdu,

Je t'ai perdu,
Perdu pour toujours
Je voulais juste t’aimer
T’aimer sans condition

Te renforcer pour la vie 
Renforcer pour devenir soi 
Te redresser doucement
Te dresser contre l'Hadès

Fini, passé
Je ne t’ai pas attaint
Rien qui ne reste
La déclaration de reddition

Je récolte ta haine
Tes reproches et ta haine
Ta moquerie et tes railleries
Ta malice et ta derision

Je t’ai perdu 
Pour l'éternité

Je t'ai perdu

Je t'ai perdu (I have lost you)

Introduction in English:

A good thirty years ago I had a partner who had strict Catholic parents. She had four brothers who married in the strict Catholic spirit during the time we were together. 
I loved the free, unbridled, wild dancing at that time. But at those weddings, any passion was contained in a rigid religious call-and-dance ceremonial.   
My "salvation" was Bosza, a Croatian woman overflowing with warmth, cordiality and impetuous liveliness. She was the wife of my then partner's uncle, who himself had fled to Berlin decades ago from the all-suppressing Catholic morality.
And with Bosza I danced half the night away at the weddings. Most people hated us for it. But we were passionate soul mates.
After I separated from my former partner, I lost sight of Bosza for the last ten years. 
Until I received a year ago over a brother of my ex-partner by WhatsApp the message that Bosza had died with not even seventy years. 
When I received this news, I had to cry spontaneously. And out of this sadness, but also out of gratitude for the great living time together at the otherwise dead weddings, this tribute to this wonderful woman was created. A woman who burned from both ends of the candle, and like most who do, do not grow very old.

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

Bosza

Shaved grass
Orgies of order in excess

Everything symmetrical
The cleanliness fetish

The compulsive cult replaces pleasure and fun

I come there to such a festival
Where they leave farts in gold seals

On the dance floors brooms
Heart-decored straw creatures

The atmosphere is arctic chilled

There you just jumped in brazenly
Loud, exuberant and soft

Created a little warmth niche
In this enchanted ice princess realm

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fish grette leftovers at the cat table
On my lap a spoiled quiche

The life in bottles
With permanent stop tabs

The children are domesticated

The meeting train on a railway track
On which is written "Untraceable travelled"

No door handles
The eye salute empty

A glass bell lies on the sea of people

Through you came healing cracks
The gowns mutated into a dress
Stock fishes began to wag
The mood of forbiddance deflated

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Bosza

Kahlgeschorenes Gras
Ordnungsorgien im Übermaß

Alles symmetrisch
Der Sauberkeitsfetisch

Der Zwangskult ersetzt Lust und Spaß

Komme dort auf so ein Fest
Auf dem man Fürze in Goldplomben lässt

Auf den Tanzflächen Besen
Herzentkernte Stroh-Wesen

Die Atmosphäre ist arktisch gekühlt

Da bist Du einfach dreist reingesprungen
laut, überbordend und weich

Schufst eine kleine Wärmenische
In diesem verwunschenen Eisprinzessinnen-Reich

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fischgreten-Reste am Katzentisch
Auf meinem Schoß ne' verdorbene Quiche

Das Leben in Flaschen
Mit Dauerstop-Laschen

Die Kinder sind domestiziert

Der Begegnungszug auf einem Gleis
Auf dem steht „Unauffindbar verreist“

Keine Türklinken
Der Augengruß leer

Eine Glasglocke liegt auf dem Menschenmeer

Durch Dich kamen heilsame Risse
Die Talare mutierten zum Kleid
Stockfische begannen zu wedeln
Die Stimmung von Verboten entbleit

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Bosza

Boza

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

This is unapologetically inspired by the A-side to one of my favorite albums of all time. I'll let you guess which album that is - if you are older than 50 it will most likely be easier.

A lot of us spend our lives chasing a dream, and despite reaching milestone after milestone the dream is always just beyond our reach. If you're lucky all you need to do is stop and think - maybe you're already there. I was reminded about this when told a story about a popular beach boatman asked by a hedge fund manager why he doesn't invest in an additional boat. After many questions the investor tells him that after years he could become so financially successful that he could spend his afternoons with his family and friends. The boatman tells him that after his morning fishing run that is already what he does. 

The guitar is a Logic Pro X Heavy Metal Guitar. For the drums I "mixed it up" a bit by using more reverb on the snare than on the rest of the drums. Also had a hi-hat in there initially but I took it out as I thought it muddied up the sound too much. In general I debated how much reverb to use and progressively used less and less to try and warm it up. For the bass I combined an electric bass with a traditional standing base. I departed from my usual approach of trying to reproduce as natural a piano sound as possible by using equalization to mainly remove some of the high and low end - the purpose being to create a "lo-fi" sound. Finally, the synth is Nord Native and treated with some ringshift to get the moving in and out your ears effect.  

LATELY MAYBE

Too much
Not enough
Will I ever
Is it never
I can’t see
Will it ever be

Lately, I’ve been thinking too much
Lately, I’ve been dreaming too much
Maybe, I’m in heaven
Maybe, I made it yesterday

Is this the end
Or could it be the beginning
I can’t tell
It seems a bit like hell
So many moving parts
So many false starts

Lately, I’ve been thinking too much
Lately, I’ve been dreaming too much
Maybe, I’m in heaven
Maybe, I made it yesterday

Too much
Not enough
Lately
Maybe
Lately it’s been too much
Maybe it’s been too much

Lately Maybe

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Original song by September Campbell, instrumentals by Luppo Gesualdi

Mañana Doesn't Matter to Me

Dirk Taubenheim: Guitar, Vocals 
Delphine Portier: Vocals, Art Work
Richard Gonfrier: All instruments, Vocals, Mix & Master

I'm thrilled to share this incredible song by my friend Dirk Taubenheim https://soundcloud.com/the-gatsbys  who graciously allowed me to rework and produce it. The moment Dirk shared the song with me, I was captivated by his enchanting guitars and unique voice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to Dirk for his kindness and trust in letting me collaborate on this song, bringing our styles together.
I want to extend my heartfelt appreciation to my girlfriend, Delphine, whose passionate involvement in this project has truly illuminated the song with her beautiful voice. Thank you, Delphine, for adding your shine to this collaboration.
We appreciate everyone for taking the time to listen, and your feedback is, as always, invaluable to us.

There's Still Something - The Gatsby's Feat. Richard Gonfrier

Back in the Game

(words and music by Hërry Röbeen)

Outside there's alienation
The seed of disaffection
I shouldn't worry about those little men
'Cuz tomorrow will be like yesterday 

The Outstanding Men would say 
“You don't know who I am” 
I don't worry about those silly words
And tomorrow will be like yesterday 

Yeah, ya

The outcome sounds so trivial yeah
Outsiders on the go
I can only think about today 
Oh no yesterday was yesterday

Hello Mr. President!
What about diving into reality? 
Oh, just for one day... 
C'mon 
come with me 
C'mon

Yeah, ya

Save your soul 

Released March 15, 2017

Afraid of the Dark

Awareness

So Beautiful Under The Moonlight 
Melody : Ramble on  - Led Zeppelin
Vocals : Brandon and Leslie (Ghosthack)
http://www.ghosthack.de
Acoustic Guitar: Sandy William
Solo Guitar: Jack Pearson
Arrangement and Production: Lillithe

So Beautiful Under The Moonlight - Prod. Lillithe

Released by:      Emeralds music
Released date:  27th May 2019
Lyrics & vocals: Jeremy
Cover art:           Cyprian Joseph

Verse 1
Who knew who knew this better, 
that the most beautiful was right in front of me?
It's true that someone like you 
can be only found in heaven 
I've heard about kings and queens
Who have beauty do as they please
Cos it means no more than cheese 
to them         woh ho ho ho ooo
Yet very upset and displeased
Cos it's never a gentle tease
That someone else is the best
You!! You!!!

Though the Sunset is a charmer
But you're better
You're second to no one
If Sunset had a daughter
She still wouldn't be better
You're the loveliest! It's in the way you are

Chorus
You're beau...you're beautiful
You...you're beautiful 
They way you are
You're beau...you're beautiful 
You...the way you are
You're beau...you're beautiful
You...you're beautiful 
They way you are
You're beau...you're beautiful 
You

Verse 2
If you look up to the sky 
the clouds are turning into heart shapes 
With admiration, I'm high 
my eyes have all turned into heart shapes 
I'm standing right in front of you 
Yearning to see more of you
It's all I wanna do
Yes it's crazy
But let me start over again
Let me watch you over again
And watch you without end oh oh

It's the way you are (x4)

Bridge
You walk into the garden
The flowers are humbled
And all the roses, they go, they go, they go......,"Uh oo, uh oo......"

Dangerous girl

The way you are

Love the sun, the blue skies. Everything seems to be better, happier. A bit of sunshine and I see myself transported to the seaside having a party, surrounded by happy people enjoying life. Enjoy the summer time just round the corner. Love to all. Copyright Protected ©

New Freedom Of Happiness

Summer Night Party

Exceptionnellement, voici une reprise du Groupe VISAGE - Fade to Grey que nous avons pris plaisir à réaliser et chanter !! Bonne Ecoute ...

Musique ; Steph Ouna  https://soundcloud.com/user-70495223
Chants : Steph Ouna & Lena  https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520

Fade to grey

Fade To Grey Visage - Cover (By Lena & Steph Ouna)

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Paploviante Music
BPM 128
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I record, mix and master in my home studio. 
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I'm open to collabs as a singer, bassist, guitarist, keyboardist (synth), drum programmer, sound engineer.

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