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Secret

On one of my many tramp tours a French lady named Elain once took me with her. During the trip from Paris to Strasbourg she told me her life story and that she had decided, after more and more agonizing depressions, to put an end to her life. She implored me to accompany her, which I strongly rejected at the time. Rather, I desperately tried to convince her to continue her life. When we said goodbye in Strasbourg, she promised me not to hurt herself. 

A good thirty years later, I do not know what happened to her. In this song, I give free rein to my vision of what it could have been like if I had granted her wish for assisted dying. - A highly controversial theme- . I only give here my passionate pladoyer for accompanied and dignified dying. 

Lyrics in English:

One last farewell kiss

Give you one last farewell kiss
Before I have to kill you now

You want to leave forever
There will be no reunion

You have once again put on your ball gown
Your hair - well groomed
The silver necklace around the neck
Like on a last courtship display 

Your eyes sad-beautiful
Your lips soft-red soft-quiet supplication

You draw me close to you
You take my hand
You lead me almost floating
In your chapel to die 
Chrysanthemum covered

A carafe houses the drink 
The poison dipped in champagne
You lie down on your bedchamber
Longing for the dark after

I'll trickle you in the afterlife juice
Your breath stops being here
Your heartbeat's gonna stop

Before your soul blows away
You give me one last farewell kiss

Don't suffer, my love, I'm well.
Don't lament, my love, I'm liberated.
Live on for you and for me
In deep gratitude
Your Elain

Deutsch-Französicher Originaltext:

Noch einen letzten Abschiedskuß

Geb` Dir noch einen letzten Abschiedskuß
Bevor ich Dich jetzt töten muß

Du willst für immer gehen
Es gibt kein wiedersehen

Hast Dir noch einmal Dein Ballkleid angelegt
Dein Haar – glanzvoll gepflegt
Die Silberkette um den Hals
Wie auf einer letzten Balz 

Deine Augen traurig-schön
Deine Lippen zartrotes sanft-leises Flehen

Ziehst mich zu Dir nah heran
Nimmst meine Hand
Führst mich fast schwebend
In Deine Kapelle zum Sterben 
Mit Chrysanthemen belegt

Eine Karaffe beherbergt den Trunk 
Das Gift in Champagner getunkt
Du legst Dich auf Dein Schlafgemach
Sehnst Dich nach dem dunklen Danach

Ich träufel` Dir den Jenseits-Saft ein
Dein Atem hört auf, hier zu sein
Dein Herzschlag bleibt irgendwann stehn`

Bevor Deine Seele verweht
Schenkst Du mir noch einen letzten Abschiedskuß

Ne souffre pas, mon amour, je vais bien
Ne te plains pas, mon amour, je suis libéré
Vivez pour toi et pour moi
En profonde gratitude
Ton Elain

Noch einen letzten Abschiedskuß (One Last Farewll Kiss)

Noch Einen Letzten Abschiedskuss (One Last Farewell Kiss) (Engl. Lyrics in the Intro)

My first binaural track. Best with headphones.

Waves Keep Crashing

1941 in Babyn Jar(Ukraine near Kiev), in probably the largest single massacre in the history of mankind, almost 34,000 Jews were murdered by the Nazis in cooperation with the German Wehrmacht by shooting and "piling them up" in the "Women's Gorge” (in Ukrainian "Babyn Jar"). 

Most of the murdered Jews were completely exterminated. Their bodies were burned, their belongings stolen.

With my song "Babyn Jar" I want to make a small contribution to this massacre never being forgotten and everything humanly possible being done so that such an event never repeats in the future.

And since this massacre leaves one only in speechless mourning for the souls, which are often raped, then murdered and wiped out, there are no lyrics in this song apart from a lament choir this time.

Babyn Jar

Once the demon will rise there
and will show what he prepared
then the angel falls away
completely destroyed by the day
he will move slowly in midnight
trying to get pathetic lives
he will crush them one by one
and becomes horrible than that one

there is no time to waste
there is no time to rest
there is no time to grief and sorrow
we live today but will we live tomorrow?

take my armor
take my anger
make me younger
make me stronger

night decisions

More and more people are complaining about sleep disorders. Perhaps it is because the world is becoming more and more complex and confusing; that continuous support and security in loving relationships or in safe places is becoming increasingly rare. 
This lullaby is an attempt to create a trance-like, devotional atmosphere, which is a prerequisite for slipping into a deep, restful sleep. In all steps - from composing to mixing - I have always imagined holding a fearful, troubled child in my arms and carefully lulling it until it falls asleep again.
And it is a now almost universally accepted knowledge of sleep psychology that deep, restful sleep is based on trusting inner bonding: An inner loving parent accompanies the inner child so empathetically that it can devote itself completely to a pleasant sleep.
For me, French is the language that is best suited to lead someone who lies awake at night to sleep (again) with appropriate tender words. 

Lyrics in English:

If you can't sleep at night

If you can't sleep at night 
Just listen to that song

Lean gently against a wall 
and wait until your eyelids

Gain weight 
Lead you back to sleep

Imagine me lying beside you
You snuggle up to me

When nightmares come to you 
Then hum that song softly

I will accompany you on the steps 
Until it happens to you

That sleep carries you
The Soul Storm is calming down again

We go to the dormitory together 
Just blindly understand each other there

Each other there 
Each other there
Each other there

Lyrics in French:

Si tu ne peux pas dormir la nuit

Si tu ne peux pas dormir la nuit 
Juste écouter cette chanson.

Appuie-toi doucement sur un mur 
Et attend après que tes paupières

deviennent de plus en plus lourdes
te ramènent au sommeil

Imagine, je suis allongé à côté de toi
Tu te blottis dans mes bras

Quand les cauchemars te hantent 
Puis fredonnez calmement cette chanson

Je t'accompagne sur les marches 
Jusqu'à que ça t'arrive

Le sommeil te porte
La tempête des âmes s'apaisera à nouveau

Nous allons ensemble dans la chambre à coucher 
il y a une compréhension aveugle entre nous deux

Entre nous deux
Entre nous deux
Entre nous deux

Si tu ne peux pas dormir la nuit (If you can`t sleep at night)

Si Tu Ne Peux Pas Dormir La Nuit (If You Can`t Sleep At Night) (Engl. Lyrics In Intro)

If It Isn't [ Ketamine Beat Series ]

Fusion [ Ketamine Beat Series ]

Untitled [ Ketamine Beat Series ]

This song is dedicated to one of my best friends. A fascinating person, but one who is permanently under the pressure of electricity, driven by a burning desire for deep inner peace and yet constantly restlessly searching. In one of our intensive conversations he said about himself: "My longing is holding me tight". - And in this way the title of this song was born. 
Yesterday he called me and said: “Karl, the Corona crisis is terrible on the one hand. It creates a lot of illness, financial threats and, due to the increasing restrictions on the exit, possibly an escalation of violence. 
On the other hand, the rapid disruption of everything that has been my daily habits forces me to face more of the three basic questions of life that I have been running away from so often:
Who am I really? How do I want to shape the relationship with my loved ones?And: What place do I basically want to take in society and the world?”
And then something happened that I had not known about him before: He paused, and there was a pleasant silence on the phone line. Finally he said: "You might be surprised; with all the shit that Corona brings with it, the forced deceleration associated with it does me a tremendous amount of good. I finally get a little bit of that inner peace I've always longed for.”
Maybe this little monologue of my friend will help all those who are struck with the Corona crisis (...and therefore me, too) to see in this current "world tsunami" also a chance for profound change...      
 

My longing is holding me tight

I am so drunk again.
Have just drained the whole Wissky

The Corrupting Scoundrels
Stand with me in a “fake flirtation”

My soul full of holes
Uninhabited and unfournished

My hands on endless search after a drop 
From the sea of love far away from me

The meadows in me full of scars
The skies inside me: Starless

The garish colours have been melted away
The once so wet womb is almost dried out

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

Alwas played for my life
Often I begged the moon

To float free for a second
For a moment, that happiness invites me

Used to sleep in tall trees
Built myself deep caves there

Sought peace among grazing sheeps
Confided in healers and gurus

Inside me the murmur of the graves
The sound of the demons howling

I'm eternally put off till later
Been fooled so many times by a will-o'-the-wisp

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

My longing is holding me tight

My Longing Is Holding Me Tight

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