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Der Geier

Es war ein Geier, der hackte in meine Füße. Stiefel und Strümpfe hatte er schon aufgerissen, nun hackte er schon in die Füße selbst. Immer schlug er zu, flog dann unruhig mehrmals um mich und setzte dann die Arbeit fort. Es kam ein Herr vorüber, sah ein Weilchen zu und fragte dann, warum ich den Geier dulde. »Ich bin ja wehrlos«, sagte ich, »er kam und fing zu hacken an, da wollte ich ihn natürlich wegtreiben, versuchte ihn sogar zu würgen, aber ein solches Tier hat große Kräfte, auch wollte er mir schon ins Gesicht springen, da opferte ich lieber die Füße. Nun sind sie schon fast zerrissen.« »Daß Sie sich so quälen lassen«, sagte der Herr, »ein Schuß und der Geier ist erledigt.« »Ist das so?« fragte ich, »und wollen Sie das besorgen?« »Gern«, sagte der Herr, »ich muß nur nach Hause gehn und mein Gewehr holen. Können Sie noch eine halbe Stunde warten?« »Das weiß ich nicht«, sagte ich und stand eine Weile starr vor Schmerz, dann sagte ich: »Bitte, versuchen Sie es für jeden Fall.« »Gut«, sagte der Herr, »ich werde mich beeilen.« Der Geier hatte während des Gespräches ruhig zugehört und die Blicke zwischen mir und dem Herrn wandern lassen. Jetzt sah ich, daß er alles verstanden hatte, er flog auf, weit beugte er sich zurück, um genug Schwung zu bekommen und stieß dann wie ein Speerwerfer den Schnabel durch meinen Mund tief in mich. Zurückfallend fühlte ich befreit, wie er in meinem alle Tiefen füllenden, alle Ufer überfließenden Blut unrettbar ertrank.

Der Geier (Franz Kafka, 1920)

DeadWeight

The words in the stanzas are a quote by F.M. Dostoyevsky in: „Notes from the Cellar Hole“ (1864), translation by machine
The songtitle refers to a book by P. Watzlawik of the same title
(I added the refrain)


The Pursuit Of Unhappiness


(Never stop, never give up, never rest…)

"What can you now expect from a man [...]? 
If you shower him with all earthly goods, 
Immerse him in happiness 
Up to the ears, 
Up to the head, 
So that only bubbles rise 
To the surface of happiness 
As to the water level, 

(Never give up, never stop, never rest
From the cup, just one drop of bitterness)

Give him a pecuniary livelihood 
That nothing else remains for him to do than to sleep, 
To eat gingerbread 
And to care for the continuity of mankind - 
Then he, this same man, 
Will play a trick on you 
On the spot 
Out of pure ingratitude, 
Solely out of spitefulness. 

(Never give up, never stop, never rest
From the cup, just one drop of bitterness)

He will even risk the gingerbread 
And perhaps wish 
For the most pernicious nonsense, 
The most uneconomical nonsense, 
Only to add his own disastrous fantastic element 
To all this positive reasonableness. 
It is precisely his fantastic ideas, 
His banal stupidity 
That he will want to keep ..."

(Never give up, never stop, never rest
From the cup, just one drop of bitterness
Never give up, never stop, never rest - 
In the Pursuit Of Unhappiness
Never give up, never stop, never rest...)

The Pursuit Of Unhappiness

This track is another one from the "vault" that has never been developed.....until now. Always Keep It Movin' and don't let nothing stand in your way.

Keep It Movin'

Lavender Town from the Gameboy game Pokémon composed by Junichi Masuda with percussion, guitar and bass by Cobb the Drummer featuring The Great Gaspar on lead guitar.

video: www.youtube.com/cobbthedrummer

Lavender Town

Music: Gebr.K
Lyrics: JayKay
Production: Gebr.K
Vocals: Xian3 & JF
Keyboards, Bass & Guitars: JayKay
Drums: Garageband 

Lyrics:
Oh Boy - Addicted

You brought me a bunch of flowers
To show sorry for what you said
Frankly spoken you broke my heart instead 
Your blindness is overwhelming!

The next day you promised you will change
To beg finally my parden
Frankly spoken you disappointed me
The bunch of flowers came from my garden

Not in one hundred years
And if you cry one thousand tears
I will not let you in again

You pelt me with hundreds of messages
To explain my misconception
Frankly spoken I did not read one of them
Nor will I pay your bills again

Now a month has passed bye
And I did not hear from you
Frankly spoken I long for you
I never ment to hurt you so

And if I wait a hundred years
And if I cry a thousand tears
I hope to see you again

"Oh Boy" feat. Xian3 & Jf

Music: Gebr.K
Lyrics: JayKay
Guitar & Vocals: JayKay
Production: Gebr.K

Text:
Turn your back

You stare back, a moment in time, just a moment of hesitation. Was that all, you think.
You turn around and continue your way. Ten miles you may go, just straight, just walking. Walk your thoughts away…
But you can’t they are faster as you could walk.
Years, boy, years, and of them a lot - passed by. 
Years you shared ideas and dreams, that is what you assumed.
But walk on, don’t look back!
There is no one watching out for you
Hoping, that you may come back.
Walk on boy,
Walk on boy,
And suddenly you know it 
You felt this before
One hundred years back in your childhood,
You walked away
Hoping someone will call you back,
Your mother, your father,
But even them…
They did not
They did not!
How you wished, they would have done it
That there would have been love,
But there was not
But there was not
And now, 40 years of hopeless future later,
You walk away,
And no one calls you to turn back…

Turn Your Back!

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Bass & Keys: JayKay
Lyrics: JayKay

Text:
Fortress

when the night disappeared 
the coming day was different.  
maybe it wasn't clear to you in the morning, 
but with the memory returning, 
the new day became paler and more spent.  

and where once have been green meadows 
now stands a dark fortress  
And I stand there outside, 
failed in the task of protecting you

I know, they are human beings
On the other hand 
Revenge is a human feeling

Now I'm standing here in front of your prison 
trying to convince you to swap places with them 
That they should bear the burden of their deed 
and let you go.  but you dare not do so

So all I have left is hope 
So all I have left is hope 
For you and for you and for you
For me

Fortress

Production: Gebr.K
Lyricx & Music: Joachim
Bass, Guitars, Keys: Joachim

Lyrics:
My Heart beats

Strophe:

Can you feel me,
My Heart beats 
My heart beats
My heart beats

Refrain:

where do you want to go?
Can’t you see 
I Need your for this, Need you so!

Strophe:

I‘m Looking for you
Can you feel me
My heart beats
My heart beats

I‘m hurting you
Can you Show me
My heart beats
My heart beats

Refrain:

where do you want to go?
Can’t you see 
I Need your for this, Need you so!

Strophe:

Can you feel me
My heart beats 
My heart beats
My heart beats

Can you feel me
My heart beats 
My heart beats
My heart beats

Refrain:

Can’t you see 
I Need your for this, Need you so!

Bridge:
I‘m hurting you
To Show me
My heart beats
My heart beats
:||

Strophe:
Can you feel me
My heart beats 
My heart beats
My heart beats

My Heart Beats

Music: Gebr.K
Vocals: Xian3
Guitars, Bass & Keys: JayKay
Lyrics: JayKay

Text:
Fortress

when the night disappeared 
the coming day was different.  
maybe it wasn't clear to you in the morning, 
but with the memory returning, 
the new day became paler and more spent.  

and where once have been green meadows 
now stands a dark fortress  
And I stand there outside, 
failed in the task of protecting you

I know, they are human beings
On the other hand 
Revenge is a human feeling

Now I'm standing here in front of your prison 
trying to convince you to swap places with them 
That they should bear the burden of their deed 
and let you go.  but you dare not do so

So all I have left is hope 
So all I have left is hope 
For you and for you and for you
For me

Fortress (feat. Xian3)

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Stultifera Navis (Das Narrenschiff = Ship Of Fools) refers to a book of the same title by Sebastian Brant (1457-1521), first published in 1494. The work was translated into latin in 1497.

The picture shows a detail of a caricature on woodcut by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) produced for the work.





Stultifera Navis

1
The fridge is out of order
The food’s about to spoil
There’s something 'bout the water
And there’s big loss of oil
The captain has gone crazy
And the signaller disappeared
Some men are said to hang lazy
Somewhere in the rear

2
Blind passangers had been seen
On deck on stormy nights
They were wearing red raincoats
And their eyes looked pale and white
The rudder had been broken
The first officer’s missing tools
A three-band had been token
Upon this ship of fools

3
And in reality there’s nearly nobody
Who knows where it is heading to
But in fantasy there must be
Somebody who runs the show 
(rep.)

Stultifera Navis (rmx 22)

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Synthis, Bass: JayK
Vocals: Xian3
Text edition: Xian3
Lyrics: Franz Kafka

Homecoming is a narrative in the form of a parable from the estate of Franz Kafka. The narrative, which is only twenty sentences long, begins with the words: "I have returned" and occasionally appears under this title, was written down by Kafka in 1920 in a quarto notebook.



I have returned, 
I have passed under the arch and am looking around. 
It’s my father’s old yard. The puddle in the middle. Old, useless tools, jumbled together, 
block the way to the attic stairs. 
The cat lurks on the banister. 
A torn piece of cloth, once twisted around 
a stick in a game, 
flutters in the breeze. 

I have arrived. 
Who is going to receive me? 
Who is waiting behind the kitchen door? 
Smoke is rising from the chimney, 
coffee is being made for diner.

Do you feel you belong, do you feel at home? 
I don’t know, I feel most uncertain.
 
My father’s house it is, 
but each object stands cold beside the next, 
as though preoccupied with its own affairs,
which I have partly forgotten, partly never known.
What use can I be to them, what do I mean to them, even though 
I am the son of my father, 
the old farmer? 
And I don’t dare knock at the kitchen door, 
I only listen from a distance,

I only listen from a distance, 
standing up, in such a way 
that I cannot be taken by surprise as an eavesdropper. 
And since I am listening from a distance, 
I hear nothing but a faint striking of the clock 
passing over from childhood days,

but perhaps I only think I hear it. 
Whatever else is going on in the kitchen 
is the secret of those sitting there, 
a secret they are keeping from me. 
The longer one hesitates before the door, 
the more estranged one becomes. 
What would happen if someone were to open the door now 
and ask me a question? 
Would not I myself then behave like the one 
who wants to keep his secret?”

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

Music: Gebr.K
Bass, Vocals, Guitars, Keys: JayK
Lyrics: JayK
Vers. Remix 20221229 with revised Text

Text:
Dark Fall

on this path i wander through the night
Consumed by thoughts and lost in my mind
But neither stick nor stone
Let me stumble

The woods are deep
And full of living
But not a sound gets to me through 
In my troubled striving

Only my heart's beat
Captures my attention 
And the thousand questions 
Which to answer I’m not prepared

But when the call of an owl echoes
My steady walk becomes a stumble
And only as I fall
I realize the dawn of the morning

Released from the weight of my thoughts
I remain lying in the refreshing damp arbor
Thrown to the ground
But ultimately  -surviving!

Dark Fall

Music: JayK
Lyrics: LogicPro (JayK does not necessarily represent positions from the lyrical content of this song...;)
Keys: JayK (using LogicPro)

Text:
Dance yourself away

Dudum dudum dudum
Dudum dudum dudum

Say Goodbye

Dudum dudum dudum
Dudum dudum dudum

Way…
Way…

Dudum dudum dudum
Dudum dudum dudum

Yeah oh
oho oh oh oh 
come on 
come on
go

Bum tu bum tum

Way…
Way…

Yeah oh
oho oh oh oh 
come on 
come on
go

Dance yourself away!

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Bass, Keys & Vocals: JayK
Lyrics: JayK
Cover:  JayK

Text:
The same Fate

Expressed in principles, 
we all will die one day
so the same fate awaits us all.
However, the conclusions you draw  are quite different from mine.

the way you see people, 
there is nothing loving about it.

I may be bitterly mistaken, but I see good natures.

The same Fate awaits us all
Oh, the same fate awaits us all
This in mind, 
you may understand,

I can't deny anyone 
the rights I claim for myself.

Considering that we are all going to die, I have decided 

to hope for the Good 
to hope for the Best
and to love people,
and to trust in you!

Akkorde:
Intro/Strophe:
D6(no3) / Am (add9) / c#(m6) /Dm7
G / E
Refrain:
Cmaj7 /Bm(b6/11) / Am7 :||
G6 /F#m11/Em :||

Strophe Mittelteil:
D6(no3) / Am (add9) / c#(m6) /Dm7
Em7(b9) / Cmaj7(no3) /B7(no3)

Outro:
Cmaj7 /Bm(b6/11) / Am7 :||
G6 / A(add9) / Bm(add11)
G6 / A(add9) / F#m(11) / 
Em(add9)

The Same Fate

A Big Thank You to  https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  for the wonderful Flugelhorn, drums and mixing, a great pleasure to collab…

Antonin Artaud (1896-1948) was a French writer, poet, draughtsman, actor, dramaturge and theatre theorist

The picture shows an excerpt of one of his drawings

Please, if you like, take also a listen to the remix by  https://soundcloud.com/33per/artuad?si=17522a37f7564140bcd237b9b3baa986&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

By sheer accident I came across this small and riveting book by Stephen Barber, that was recently published by Diaphanes. It is called "A Sinister Assassin". It provides translations of Antonin Artaud's last writings (September 1947 - March 1948)

The following text is the last entry in his notebook:






so, the same figure
returns every 
morning (he is an other)
in order to accomplish his 
	revolting, criminal 
	and murderous, sinister 
	mission which is to 
	maintain
the state of bewitchment cast upon
me  (2)

and continue to
make of me
this eternally
bewitched man
		etc etc (2)

The Last Note Of Antonin Artaud (collab with joerxworx)

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Bas & Keys: JayK
Lyrics & Vocals: Rudi

Text:
Emma

In einer Welt voller Fragen
Lebst du in einem Dilemma, Emma

Dein Herz spielt eine Melodie
Die nach Antworten sucht

Im Labyrinth der Entscheidungen
Zwischen den Zeilen, in denen die Wahrheit verborgen

Refrain:
Im Spiegel der Möglichkeiten siehst du dich an
Der Moment aus Ambivalenz, der durch Dein Leben tanzt
Emma du lebst in einem Dilemma

Zwischen gestern und morgen, verwebt in der Zeit
Emma dein Herz sucht nach Klarheit
Bist du bereit?

Entscheidungen wie Noten, die du spielst
Die Harmonie des Lebens manchmal kalt und distanziert
Im Nebel der Verwirrungen gefangen….Emma
Sehnsucht nach Gewissheit verlangen…Emma

Refrain
Im Spiegel der Möglichkeiten siehst du dich an
Der Moment aus Ambivalenz, der durch Dein Leben tanzt
Emma du lebst in einem Dilemma

Zwischen gestern und morgen, verwebt in der Zeit
Emma dein Herz sucht nach Klarheit
Bist du bereit?

In den Noten deines Dilemmas eine Geschichte bleibt
Zwischen den Zeilen, dieser Symphonie
Ein Text der die Reise durch dein Dilemma beschreibt

Emma (feat. some decibel)

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Art.Silence, the former GEBR.K, (still not knowing how to call myself) is a Cooperation of the musicians JayK and Xian3. A lot of the Songs here are single Productions of JayK. But you will find especially the classical lyrics projects like Rilke or Goethe stuff realized by JayK and Xian3, there also cooperations with Druid667 and SomeDecibel and other musicians under the label GEBR.K. The common base is JayK.
We are interested in interdisciplinary projects as just sharing music or music-video productions (search GEBR.K on YouTube).
We want to see our music influence the world as their music influenced us:)
Feel free to share our music to others and if you make profit with it, make a share of it to the world!

https://brotherk1.bandcamp.com/album/the-trilogy-of-limited-lyrics
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I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

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