https://ondesmarines.bandcamp.com/album/ondesmarines-compilation1

https://ondesmarines.bandcamp.com/track/afasia-yuri-squall-2

Produced by as the name of Afasia Yuri
Mastering,mixing: Martin Delaney @martindelaneymusic

OndesMarines compilation 1

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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)

FEELINGS

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)

DANCEHALL MASS MURDER RIDDIM (THE EXTERMINATION) (PROD.BY MEGAH BEATZ)

Queen Liz - Reggaeton Beat By  KLR1980

A hip hop remake of "Creep" by Radiohead featuring the beautiful voice of Savannah Cannistraro.

Produced by Jang0

Still Hope (Radiohead- 'Creep' remake)

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)...

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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

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