Liked the lyrics and melody.  Nice guitar play and vocal delivery

Nice clear sound on the whole. Voice in the mid distance. Sweet song. Guitar accompaniment works. A kind of echoing sound in background but I'd have to be a bat to be sure.

Ah... a daring and discordant tune to mark the irony of the song: like it!

Sweet tune, the combo of guitar/voice/ambience is quite mesmerizing. A very effective piece of music.

i don't know what is going on and i'm totally digging it.

really clever/creative ironic and the "deterioration" of the melody and the dragging ending solo give that sense of you're not so convinced that you're happy

Musica anche più ironica ed espressiva del testo qui in quest'ultima parte! Ottimo lavoro!

I'm so feel so happy

Jordan

nachspiel

Lyrics, Produced, Music, and All Instruments by Nakita Demir.Vocal Arrangements, Vocals,
Mixing, Mastering, Engineering, Recorded, etc
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CABS IN SPACE

URANUS BAR

An anthem for those kind souls we miss and for those special people in our lives who never leave us, even after they are gone.

Holy

Holy (feat. Will)

Dub Reggae version of Walk on By by Burt Bacharach

Walk on By - Pedestrian Dub Mix

Walk On By - Pedestrian Dub Mix

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

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Lost In The Night

Ein Gute-Laune-Song über schwesterliche Liebe. Hier der Text:

Beschde (Lilli A.)

Na, nana, na, na.

Ich steh‘ an Deiner Seite,
kein Weg ist mir zu weit.
Für jede Form von Unfug
bin ich jederzeit bereit.

Herz gebrochen. Du hilfst mir auf,
wenn ich am Boden liege. 
So viele Menschen,
viel zu wenig Liebe!

Du bist die Beschde
an jedem Tag,
weißt wie‘s mir geht, selbst
wenn ich gar nix sag.

Na, nana, na, na.

Mancher Glücksmoment mag
vielleicht einmal vergehen.
Doch in unserer Erinnerung
bleibt er ewig bestehen.

Schwesternzweisamkeit
wir kichern asynchron.
Es ist uns ganz egal.
Die Leute gucken schon.

Du bist die Beschde
an jedem Tag.
Hab ich Dir heut schon gesagt,
dass ich Dich mag?

Du bist die Beschde,
hast mein Humor.
Jeder Moment mit Dir
ist besser als davor.

Na, nana, na, na.

Das Leben ist zu kurz für irgendwann.
Dann lass uns leben im Hier und Jetzt.
Es muss nicht perfekt sein,
sondern nur echt.

Du bist die Beschde
an jedem Tag.
Hab ich Dir heut schon gesagt,
dass ich Dich mag?

Du bist die Beschde,
soll ich’s buchstabier´n?
damit die Norddeutschen
es auch kapier’n.

Na, nana, na, na.

I'm so feel so happy

Ivan Shok

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