"Unversuchte Kraft"

„Und niemand weiß, wie weit seine Kräfte gehen, bis er sie versucht hat." 
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ein Lied über den Moment, wenn Zweifel verstummen und ungelebte Möglichkeiten erwachen. Über die Angst, die vom Fahrer zum Beifahrer wird. Über Samen, die zu Licht werden, wenn wir endlich loslassen.

Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere – bis ein Riss die Stille bricht.

🎻 Chamber Folk Duett
🎹 Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Cello, Violin, Acoustic Bass, Soft Percussion

Musik & Text: Viktor & Edeltraud Trncik
© 2025

Für alle, die noch nicht wissen, wie weit sie gehen können.
Für alle, die es herausfinden wollen.

#ChamberFolk #Duett #VTmusic #EdeltraudTrncik #Goethe #UnversuchtKräfte  #AcousticMusic #FolkMusic #GermanMusic #Songwriter #IndependentArtist
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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere
Nicht bedrückend, nur vertraut
Diese alte, kalte Leere
Die sich selbst ein Nest gebaut

Kribbeln vor dem ersten Sprunge
Stimme flüstert laut ihr „Nein“
Doch die Seele singt die junge
Was könnt’ es sein?

Ein Riss durchbricht die Stille
Wie Sonnenlicht durch grauen Tag
Und plötzlich weicht der Wille
Der Neugierde nach einem neuen Tag

Unversuchte Kräfte wachen
In mir auf wie Morgenrot
All die ungelebten Träume
Brechen durch die alte Not

Staunen, pures Kinderstaunen
Kinderstaunen
Was möglich ist, wenn Grenzen fallen
Nicht gewonnen, nein … gefunden
Der Berg war nie zu hoch …
… für meinen Willen!

Unversuchte Kräfte fließen
Wie ein Strom durch meine Brust
Samen, die zu Blüten sprießen
Aus dem Mut zur Lebenslust

Die Angst sitzt still daneben
Nicht mehr Fahrer, nur noch Gast
Ich weiß nicht, wo die Grenzen leben
Und das ist keine Schwäche … das ist Kraft 

Still wie Nebel lag die Schwere
Jetzt liegt Frieden, warm und weit
In der Tiefe meiner Seele
Lebt die unversuchte Kraft


English translation:
Silent as fog lies the heaviness
Not oppressive, just familiar
This old, cold emptiness
That has built itself a nest

Tingling before the first leap
A voice whispers loudly "No"
But the soul sings the young one
What could it be?

A crack breaks the silence
Like sunlight through a gray day
And suddenly the will gives way
To curiosity for a new day

Untried powers awaken
In me like the dawn
All the unlived dreams
Break through the old hardship

Amazement, pure childlike amazement
Childlike amazement
What is possible when boundaries fall
Not won, no... found
The mountain was never too high...
...for my will!

Untried powers flow
Like a stream through my chest
Seeds that sprout into blossoms
From the courage to enjoy life

Fear sits quietly beside me
No longer the driver, just a guest
I don't know where the boundaries lie
And that's not weakness... that's strength 

Silent as fog lay the heaviness
Now lies peace, warm and wide
In the depths of my soul
Lives the untried power

Unversuchte Kraft

Cast of Characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and PRS EG semi-hollow body electric guitar

First of all, we wish the happiest Thanksgiving to all our wonderful SoundCloud friends and family. This song began as a twinkle in Artur's eye a couple months ago. Hey composed it with his Jaguar, as that is the premium surf guitar out there, and shared it with Tez, who invited the rest of us onto the project. 
   Tez, being the first on the boat, added his thrilling guitar fills and solos first. It was kind of odd the way we did this one, in fact, with the melodic/chordal instruments first, followed by the rhythm section. That said, JJ was next up to bat, adding his magical electric piano and soaring organ. Ken was first up for the backline, adding his driving drums. Josh then finally added his fretless bass to the stew. But before he was done, Josh also added the guitar solo you hear from 1:30-1:55. 
  After it was all said and done, we asked Tez to mix it for us, as he is a master producer and mixer. 
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock songs of Artur's we've been fortunate enough to get to play with. He is the surfingest Polish fellow you will ever come across, and a wonderful, familiar collaborator with Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Surf Vibe (Eclectic Collective with Surfers Like Us)

Original track
Music made in GarageBand
Not a fancy cool track, just simple stuff, from my heart ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

Dear little child
Inside me
Please come out
I need to heal
Dont be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be...  Free...

Dear little child
Take my hand
I will protect you
And understand
don't be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be....  Free.....

I need to heal
I need you to be...  Free....

Dear Little Child   (Original)

A stripped down  acoustic version of my song with just my Taylor 114ce guitar and my voice.

The North Pole was melting
And fearing a catastrophe
Santa hitched up his reindeer and flew to Washington DC

The Air Force saw him approaching
They scrambled a fighter jet
They almost shot him down before they realized he wasn’t a threat

They escorted him to the white house
To meet the president.
They posed for a photo together and then Santa Started to vent.

He said please mister president
I know you want to drill baby drill
But all those CO2 emissions are making the North Pole ill

He said I’m sorry Father Christmas
But I’m not interested in energy that’s green
it’s more important to me that we have cheap gasoline
And free Toys made by Elves in the North Pole sounds very nice
But you’re taking away American jobs, so I won’t take your advice

Then Santa said that since the ice will soon melt away
He asked the President if they could move to the USA

He said you and Misses Clause are welcome
because you look just like me
But we can’t have those pointy eared elves
Living here in the land of the free

So Santa flew back to the north pole
And sitting on the last patch of ice
Was a giant spaceship that even Elon Musk thought looked very nice
The Elves had built it while he was gone
tears of sadness ran down Santa’s face
And they all got on the ship, and they flew off into outer space

Now every Christmas Eve people look up at the sky
And they think about those good old days when Santa used to fly
Toys made by elves in the North Pole sure would be nice
But at least we get to buy our gasoline for a very cheap price.

The North Pole Was Melting (Acoustic)

It's my great honor to join this cool Jam!
Thank U,Nadia,nic,Jo,Stephen,Jeff and Terry~~RESPECT🙏

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects, Mastering
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp! thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local patron
a relative of Mr Smith’, if I am not completely wrong.“

Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say thing turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy to have arrived safe and sound
and without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Jonny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling and the player
of the most beautiful instrument Divine --

Quest for the Holy Dumpling: The End of the Line

This is the first track with me and my dear son together.
He made this beautiful music and mix, I made lyrics and vocals
Thank you so much, EffAy (Fredrik),  you are awesome!
🫶
(Sounds best with ear phones)

I'm  floating on a wave...
Flying in the wind...
I'm dancing to the light...
Breathng the air of life....

Floating

Qualquer coisa que faça quase sentir

This piece was inspired by a particular Shakespeare sonnet.

                      Sonnet 106
          
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:

For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Descriptions Of The Fairest Wights

Funny how hard it is to recall details of what seemed at the time the most important permanent parts of your life..like a first love or relationship. Seems flashes of images remain but not the whole package

lyrics:
I can remember the day it all came together
and the minute it all fell apart
I don't recall the reasons for either
but they both left a big black mark on my heart

try to recall the places and faces
try to remember the pleasure and pain
little things we did scattered through time
a few words we said sometimes come to mind

but my memory has failed me 
it's a big black hole
with a few points of light that flicker and vanish
but don't form a pattern try as I might

yes I remember the start and the finish
but not much of the middle I 'm afraid my friend
looks like i'm missing some pieces of the puzzle
but I can't go back
I can't start over again

can't go back

Told you

No Melody 03

from Tokyo, Japan.

Arranger, Composer, and sometimes I become a producer.
If you want to use my songs as BGM for the Videos that you create and the other events, please contact me.(Sorry, in English or Japanese, please)

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No Melody 03

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