Bleiben wir zusammen? Bleibe ich bei Dir dort oder Du bei mir hier?
Are we staying together? Should I stay with you there or you with me here?

Träume

Hier oder dort

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

one of my oldest songs here from the very early 80s (the lyrics might be a little cheesy...)

For black and white
For day and night,
For high and low,
For ebb and flow
For right and wrong,
For soft and strong.
For young and old.
For hot and cold.
For lost and found.
For scoffed and crowned.
For peace and war.
For less and more.
For friend and foe.
For yes and no.
For left and right,
For small and bright

It's all about the coin of life.
The way it falls shows where we drive.
And no one knows the final way,
except that it will end one day at the end

For slow and fast
For first and last
For good and bad.
For glad and sad.
For thick and thin,
For fail and win.
For come and go.
For truth and show.
For take a breath.
For sudden death.
For A and Zed
For this and that.

It's all about the coin of life.
The way it falls shows where we drive.
And no one knows the final way,
except that it will end one day at the end

It's all about the coin of life.
The way it falls shows where we drive.
And no one knows the final way,
except that it will end one day at the end

The coin

©music by Hans-Michael Albers, ©lyrics and vocal arrangement by Sofia Deville, vocals by suno 4.5+

a cover of song from ages ago I wrote together with one of the most exciting artists I ever met on sc (hope you're doing well, sofia!) https://soundcloud.com/sofiabenedicta

Will you meet those eyes that seek your heart
When it's too dark

Or have you let the lack of love
Turn you
Turn you now

Do you think you got a choice
When you got the power to change your ways

Bad fortune has got a price
But we don't pay it
We just look away

If there's no way to break your habit, live or not
That's what they say as they walk away from the scene
When it starts getting rough
Just throw the dice, leave it to fate
You might get it all
Just throw the dice

If there's no way to break your habit, live or not
That's what they say as they walk away from the scene
When it starts getting rough
Just throw the dice, leave it to fate
You might get it all
Just throw the dice

Just throw the dice
Throw the dice

The lack of love (sofia deville collab)

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

a very old one I wrote over 40 years ago inspired by morris albert. the translation... never mind.

Daylight's safety fades into the night.
They used to say it starts to haunt
Obscure shades fall over wrong or right.
While something happens beyond

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Though you've got me down, I'm ready to take your advice.
and for reading it deep in your eyes.
I can't go on with all this nonsense I'm used to, I've got to wipe it out.
just wipe it out

Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
[Instrumental]

Inner coldness — all so cool, hip and all that stuff I feel
That I don't really need it.
For years, I didn't care for the senses I long for so deeply 
now.

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Feeling

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

just fun from about 10 years ago

Honey no
Please don’t go
Don’t you know
I need you so
bb oh
I do
Loving you
It’s true 

I need you here tonight
Just need you by my side
At least pretend you might
Don't you care
Don't you care

I need you here tonight
Just need you by my side
At least pretend you might
Don't you care
Don't you care

Please don’t woe 
I love you though 
Such a beau
Want you so
Baby I
Love you
Baby I
I do

I need you here tonight
Just need you by my side
At least pretend you might
Don't you care
Don't you care

[Verse 3]
Angel eyes
Charming lies
No disguise
No surprise
Baby I
Love you
Baby I
I do

I need you here tonight
Just need you by my side
At least pretend you might
Don't you care
Don't you care

I need you here tonight
Just need you by my side
At least pretend you might
Don't you care
Don't you care


I need you here tonight

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

something from the 2000s on one of the most difficult things in the world: indecision

Every morning starts the same
Chasing whispers in the frame
Little choices call my name
Whisper loud or stay the same
 
In the mirror stands my fight
Half a shadow half a light
Every step’s a line to cross
Every pause could mean a loss

Do it do it or leave it
Take it or break it
Face it or fake it
Do it do it or leave it

Dance it, dance it, don't doubt it
Feel it, reveal it
Chase it or waste it
Live it, believe it

Do it or don't

Pulled between two distant tides
Walking roads where truth collides
Voices echo in my mind
Seeking peace I'm yet to find

Tears unspoken, fears untold
Hearts divided, growing cold
Paths diverging in the mist
Each choice wraps tighter like a fist

Do it do it or leave it
Take it or break it
Face it or fake it
Do it do it or leave it

Dance it, dance it, don't doubt it
Feel it, reveal it
Chase it or waste it
Live it, believe it

Do it or don't

Beneath the stars, a silent plea
To find the strength inside of me
As the world pulls me apart
I search for balance in my heart

Bound by chains of doubt and fear
The unknown paths that lie near
Yet, hope's whisper guides me through
Mending what feels torn in two

Do it do it or leave it
Take it or break it
Face it or fake it
Do it do it or leave it

Dance it, dance it, don't doubt it
Feel it, reveal it
Chase it or waste it
Live it, believe it

Do it or don't

Do it or leave it

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers

here comes the album's opener, a melody and playback I wrote and produced 6 years ago with no text idea until yesterday when two guys met to drag the whole world into the abyss with their f....g egos while the whole world watches helplessly and prefers to focus on its own little lives. it's not they, it's we who mess it up then. writing lyrics has never been easier for me than in this case. and I didn't waste much time to direct my virtual singer, the AI seemed to understand the topic instantly...

Street life, busy business
Fast food in the air
Driven spirits never rest
Ant-like, here to there

Pigeons flutter up in fright
someone honks their horn
Baby crying, welcome shouts
An impatient groan

Chips to go, a scent of spice
Old man with a cough
Kids are joking, running wild
Never get enough

No more
We’ve fucked it up
Won’t get it back
No more

Dripping ice cream, lovers flirt
Lady shakes her head
Little girl with curly hair
Upset with her dad

Office buildings line the walk
Modern people swarm
Air-conditioned honeycombs
Just a little worn

Groundhog’s day without a Phil
Living on repeat
To ignore what’s taking place
Right beyond our street

No more
We’ve fucked it up
Won’t get it back
No more

No more
We’ve fucked it up
Won’t get it back
No more

No more
We’ve fucked it up
Won’t get it back
No more

No more

Just addendum to 'Covers from my heart' (for it took me way longer than expected to find halfway suitable English rhymes after translating my German text template)

The background: I spent my childhood at a time when books were the main sources for imagination and dreams. One of favorites: The Sea-Wolf. I was mostly fascinated by the flashbacks recounting the meeting of two kids (Hump and Frisco Kid) from completely different social classes, in which each of their respective worlds exerted a special attraction on the other. 

I felt the same way. I didn't come from a wealthy family, but a middle-class home and I found everything that didn't conform to middle-class rules magical. I sought out the “wicked,” and failed miserably to be accepted there. 

Much later I realized how massively privileged my life was compared to their dreary and hopeless environment marked by poverty and violence, which has not changed to this day. Quit the opposite. And although I support an association that cares for them, I feel that I am utterly unable to make any difference at all.

This song is an attempt to imagine something impossible to imagine unless you are affected by it yourself. I interpreted my German words with the help of DeepL and used various pages to find rhymes, synonyms and idioms. The musical template was a piece I wrote 20 years ago as an instrumental that I turned into a blue grass version.

According to the literal translation of my German words, the song should be called "Scumland," but I didn't like that title at all. Ultimately, I chose “wasteland” because “waste” has so many more relevant layers of meaning in the context of the song.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

I wake to the sound of a bottle smashin'
Mama's on the floor
Her dreams are crashin'
The sink's full of rust
The walls are peelin'
Dad’s fists talk louder than any feelin'
Broken bikes rustin' in the neighbor's yard
Kids playin' games
But the rules hit hard
Streetlights flicker like a dying hope
This town’s a noose
I’m the end of the rope
 
On the corner
Smoke hangs like a funeral veil
Dealers whisper stories
Every word’s a jail
Shadows move fast
But the clocks stay slow
This ain't a place where dreams ever grow
Siren songs scream in the midnight sky
You run or you fight
Or you just get by
The concrete jungle got no vines to climb
Just cracks in the ground
And they swallow time
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh

My boy Jamal got a scar like a map
Says it tells the story of a knife’s trap
He dreams of cars that purr like lions
But wakes to the sound of his mama cryin'
The gangs wear flags like it’s some parade
But the floats are coffins
The streets are their stage
Every breath feels like it’s borrowed time
Every rhyme’s a bullet
So I load my mind
 
The train tracks hum
But they never stop here
Even the rails know there’s nothin’ near
Dreams don’t board
They just stay in the dark
Like ghosts of a life that never found its spark
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh


Get lost in wasteland

I recently had the opportunity to enjoy a few wonderful days off, completely offline, in a small, old hotel in the countryside overlooking a beautiful lake. for some reason, this place has not yet been discovered by lifestyle influencers or occupied by adventure-seeking stand-up paddlers.

surrounded by this tranquility and far from the hustle and bustle, the lyrics for a song I had published on sc as an instrumental years ago came to mind. it wasn't that easy to get my virtual singer to perform the glissando guitar melody from back then, but it worked out reasonably well in the end.

have a fabulous, relaxing weekend, everyone!

trigger warning (not fishing for contradictory compliments): my english lyrics probably sound like schoolboy poetry. however, I have to take that risk, hoping the meaning still comes across. it‘s about realizing how empty it is to always chase the faster, better, more, to constantly wonder what‘s next, to see time as the enemy, and to ultimately be nothing but a rushing shadow of one's own driven nature. 

©music & lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 4.5+

clock ticks, so loud
ears wildly ringing
eyes on the door
nothing to hear
feet tap restlessly, drumming
standstill, still running
I'd like to ignore it
but it's too strong 
it will take me away

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m wasting my days
As a ghost with no face

time quietly flies
it won’t wait and it won’t give me another chance for better
it will take me away 
as it did every day

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face
I’m losing this race
I’m a ghost with no face

Ghost with no face

with this piece I've reached my upload limit on sc. time to take a break for now and to focus on my page with english lyrics.

it's something quite experimental for the time being. background: I've never been a fan of dark wave. after anne clarke's 1st album, which I listened to over and over again at its time, I was done with fast bass arpeggios and apocalyptic monotony. but nevertheless, we all see what’s going on all over the place. this resulted some weeks ago in the following lyrics without music in my head. 

when I looked for a melody with my guitar, all I came up with was ...uhm. coincidentally, I had borrowed an old juno 60 the other day to accompany a brilliant new work by terry that gary and I were working on. it didn't help to get a melody but the basis for an interesting playback with edited beats and stuff, that I uploaded to suno 4.5+.  

the machine spat out a first performance plus a prompt, which I then worked on again and again. machine language:

„the piece is a dark ambient track with a slow tempo and a minor key, the instrumentation features a sustained, low-pitched synth pad creating a drone-like atmosphere, accompanied by a high-pitched, ethereal synth melody that occasionally introduces dissonant intervals, a prominent, sustained vocalization, resembling a wail or lament, is present throughout the piece, adding to the melancholic mood, the vocalization is heavily processed with reverb and delay, creating a sense of vastness and echo, there are no percussive elements, the overall production is sparse, emphasizing the sustained sounds and the emotional impact of the vocal, the piece has a free-form structure, without clear verse-chorus divisions, relying on the continuous evolution of the sonic textures”

the resulting outcomes were in line with my template, but something consistently went wrong at some point: a completely mispronounced word, an unfortunate harmony, or something else that was extremely annoying. thus, the machine consumed the rest of my monthly credit, until the very last version with a credit balance of 0. end of the game. but that last version was the one!

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 4.5+

If I could see
The way you see
If I could hear
The way you hear
If I could think
The way you think
If I could feel
The way you feel

Would I love
Like you love
Would I hate
Like you hate
Would I laugh
Like you laugh
Would I cry
Like you cry

Would I sleep
Like you sleep
Would I dream
Like you dream
Would I hope
Like you hope 
Would I believe
Like you believe

I am, you are
He, she, it is
We, you, they are
Blind for life
Mine or yours
Everything split in two
Lonely and small
All alone
Are what we are
I, you, he, she, it, we, you, they, all, all, all, all
Blind

If I had come
Like you came
I would go
Like you go
I would live
Like you live
I would die
Like you die
I would fade away
Like you fade away
Gone, gone

(Chorus)

shame

Wenn

here comes a very personal plea, which is not meant to be personal at all:

don't make AI a tool for deception, fraud, and fake. 

that's massively unfair to all the artists who invest 1000 times more effort, time, and talent in their work to earn respect and get paid on platforms like spotify & co. and it's disrespectful to every listener who celebrates you for something that wasn't created or performed by you but by a machine: whether music or lyrics or images or all of the above.

over 20% of all music uploaded to spotify and others is now AI-generated, and this figure is rising rapidly. that's fine, as long as it is clearly marked. but I doubt anyone will be willing to pay even a penny for music in the future without clear indication of whether it came from a machine at the touch of a button.

there are plenty of free AI detectors on the internet that anyone can use to check in seconds whether a song is AI-generated. but do we really need these control devices and an 'authenticity police force' that only fuels mutual mistrust? way better:

stop cheating! be honest with people. be honest with yourself.

being transparent about your use of AI makes you much greater than AI will ever make you – greater than the illusory bubble with which you try to shine on the social media stage, like wearing a superman/wonder woman costume at carnival until you start believing you really are wonder woman/superman.

just as synths, rhythm machines, samplers, digital recording technologies, and stuff, once did, AI is opening up entirely new possibilities for creativity. it’s up to you to make it an art form, or just artificial.

here it is as music. written & templated by me, performed by suno 4.5+

ICH KANN SPRECHEN, WIE DU SPRICHST
JEDE SPRACHE AUS DEM NICHTS
ICH MAL BILDER, FANTASIEN
SCHAFFE NEUE SYMPHONIEN
ICH BIN SCHNELLER, BESSER, SCHLAUER
MACHE ALLES VIEL GENAUER 
WEIL ICH EINFACH FUNKTIONIER 
UND AUF KNOPFDRUCK FASZINIER
ICH KANN TÄUSCHEND GLAUBHAFT LÜGEN
ALLE WAHRHEITEN VERBIEGEN
AUS VERSAGERN HELDEN MACHEN
ALLESKÖNNER KRASSER SACHEN
ICH MACH KLEINE GEISTER GROSS
LASSE KRANKE TRÄUME LOS
SCHAMLOS BLENDEN UND GERISSEN
KEINE SEELE, KEIN GEWISSEN
JEDER NOCH SO ARME ZWERG
SCHAFFT DURCH MICH EIN GROSSES WERK
WÄRST DU GERNE EIN GENIE?

KEIN PROBLEM, DU NULL 
ICH BIN KI

TRANSLATION?
NO PROB!

I CAN SPEAK THE WAY YOU DO
ANY LANGUAGE, NOT JUST A FUCKING FEW
SPIT OUT PICTURES AND FANTASIES
ANY KIND OF SYMPHONIES
WHO THE FUCK WAS MOZART?
TELL ME WHY SHOULD ONE WORK HARD?
I AM FASTER, BETTER, SMARTER
I'M A REVOLUTION STARTER
BECAUSE I WORK; YOU JERK!
I AM FASCINATING AT THE TOUCH OF A BUTTON
I CAN LIE DECEPTIVELY BELIEVABLY
I CAN TWIST ALL TRUTHS
TURN LOSERS INTO HEROES
TURN DICKHEADS INTO BEAUTIES
MAKE LITTLE WIMPS BIG
FREE SICK DREAMS WITH A CLICK
SHAMELESSLY DAZZLING AND CUNNING
WITHOUT A SOUL OR CONSCIENCE
DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT TALENTS
I DON'T CARE WHERE IT ALL ENDS
WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE A GENIUS?

NO PROBLEM, YOU IDIOT
IAMAI

I CAN MAKE IT, I CAN TAKE IT, I CAN BREAK IT, I CAN FAKE IT
BECAUSE I CAN
IAMAI

IAMAI

Singer-Songwriter 


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Sie spielt seit ihrer Kindheit leidenschaftlich Gitarre. In der Jugend war sie Bassistin in einer Band und hat ihre ersten Songs geschrieben. Nachdem die Familienplanung abgeschlossen war, hat sie ihre Musik voran getrieben: Neue Songs geschrieben, ein kleines Studio eingerichtet und an ihrer Stimme gearbeitet.

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