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when i think of you 
my eyes are floating
into a new space
because of you
i don't sleep
not like i used to
maybe i just miss you

maybe i don't 
who am i to say
the things i'm feeling
because of you 
i'm stuck here flowing
into a tarpit
baby why
why don't you cry 
the way i used to for you
yeah i still miss you

miss u

Edwise:Im Venus

My New Pipe

My Hot Tea

℗ Komponist made by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Produced by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Sound mix by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
Gunnar Nanuk
sixteen awards for outstanding Artist in Music
The German Rock and Pop Music Awards is Germany’s oldest, most successful and largest national competition for rock and pop music groups and individual artists of all musical styles.

In collaboration with Lorraine Baron
Lyrics and voice Lorraine Baron
Lorraine Baron 
two-time winner of the German Rock and Pop Award with Gunnar Nanuk.
lorrainebaron@gmail.com
https://www.lorrainebaron.com/

© Artwork made by Anna-Lisa Konrad  www.anna-lisakonrad.de

Forever And Pour Toujours

Forever And Pour Toujours  Gunnar Nanuk & Lorraine Baron

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

Yeeehh

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

℗ Komponist made by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Produced by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Sound mix by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
Gunnar Nanuk
sixteen awards for outstanding Artist in Music
The German Rock and Pop Music Awards is Germany’s oldest, most successful and largest national competition for rock and pop music groups and individual artists of all musical styles. 

In cooperation with P82
https://soundcloud.com/robert-parker-693158533
Thank you my friend
And here the original
https://soundcloud.com/robert-parker-693158533/beauty-in-a-minor-key

Lorraine Baron sings the background
Lorraine Baron
two-time winner of the German Rock and Pop Award with Gunnar Nanuk.
https://www.lorrainebaron.com/
Thank you my friend

Experiment

EXPERIMENT Instrumental  REMIX  (GN & P82 )

W feat Special Cecilia Vocal Chops 70 BPM

Extracts from "So Much Mysteries" https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas/accapellas-so-much-mysteries-mp3

If you want make a collab & add something, you're welcome to do it, the download is free.

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