Name: Kleine Melodie by La Marguitar
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: Wie ich meinen Mann kennen und lieben gelernt habe.

Wie ich meinen Mann kennen und lieben gelernt habe.

Hoffnung

Kleine Melodie

Re recording of an old song. Solo Guitar and vocals with a little something here and there. Recorded this evening. 

Get up early and start your day
give some time back to yourself today
find the good times all around you
Bring the fun back in your life
leave those old work shoes by the door
you made your share of sacrifice
listen friend take my advice

The time for messing around is in the past
the days are moving by so very very fast
it's time for you to have your say
don't you letting things get in your way
forget about what other people do
and don't you worry about waht they say
cause they don't know you anyway

Save me.. save me.. save me
oh won't you please
won't you save me.. from another day
of doing things in the same old way

So settle up those old affairs
all they're going to get you 
is a head full of grey hairs
you know the folks around
they still love you so
they're gonna smile and wave as they watch you go
so won't you wave goodbye to yesterday
before you get too old and slow
it's time to shine and let it go

Save me.. save me.. save me
yes and carry me along with you
on this beautiful day




Save Me

©Hans-Michael Albers
Photo: Warner Bros. Pictures | Blade Runner 2049

lyrics Google-translation:

Dreams sometimes never want to go away.
Pure fantasy
Which, unfortunately, somehow,
numbs everything else
and in the end, nothing remains.

Like a star in the deepest night,
You've managed, with strange power,
That I lose myself
in you.

You come like a white glow.
Stride by and smile softly into the world.
You will always be.
Like the light, the air, a life I seek.
And you take in everything you touch with your wonderful gaze.
You only leave me behind.
You only leave me behind.

I run after you,
but your trail
Blows away, and wherever I am,
Only a breath of you remains.
I freeze and search for you so much.

Why doesn't the gentle light warm me?
That your eyes deny no one else.
As if they were suns.
Just not for me.

You come like a white glow
You walk by and smile softly at the world
You will always be
Like the light, the air, a life I seek
And you take in everything you touch with your wonderful gaze
You leave only me behind
You leave only me behind


Zurück

©Hans-Michael Albers
out of turn, some recent lyrics inspired by and dedicated to the non-fiction-book 'Männer, die die Welt verbrennen' by Christian Stöcker (published by Ullstein).

Google-translation:

(verses)

Men who burn the world
And call the fires lies 
Their glow wants to blind everything
Your greed never wants to end

They have always been warriors
Never a loser, always a winner
Always need new enemies
They all have the same friends

(chorus)

1000 worlds could die
Everything would be in shambles long ago
They would find themselves in ruins
But just take care of themselves
Destroying everything 
Only in order not to look like a loser

(verses)

For them, yesterday represents values
Because hardly anyone complained
No limits, no rules
Is it possible to sail to the sun?

Losers are afraid of the future
Change is a non-starter
Truth can easily be twisted
Everything can be seen differently

(chorus)

1000 worlds could die
Everything would be in shambles long ago
They would find themselves in ruins
But just take care of themselves
Destroying everything 
Only in order not to look like a loser

What they want will be torn
Anyone who resists will be bitten to death
Show strength, trick, beat
Only those who shout have something to say

Dominate over everything
Be superior and lead
Always be at the top
Win or perish

(chorus)

1000 worlds could die
Everything would be in shambles long ago
They would find themselves in ruins
But just take care of themselves 
Destroying everything 
Only in order not to look like a loser

Stand above everyone else
Win or perish
Win or perish

Männer, die die Welt verbrennen

music & lyrics written by ©Hans-Michael Albers
vocal performance by suno 4.5 

Sie sitzt mit feinen roten Haaren
Und lächelt still in eine Welt
Die einfach weiter läuft wie immer  
Während die eigene zerfällt

Vorm Fenster schwirren Tausend Mücken
Wie viele Sommerlüfte schon 
Um sich im Fluge zu beglücken
Und dabei tanzen ohne Ton

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie blickt hinaus in so viel Leben
Nicht mehr voraus oder zurück
Sie denkt nicht mal an andere Zeiten
Nur hier und jetzt, der Augenblick

Schwarzer Kaffee, zwei Zigaretten
Vor einem stummen Fensterbild
Ein Film mit immer gleichen Szenen 
Der stundenlange Leere füllt

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie lebt und stellt sich keine Fragen
Es gibt nichts mehr, das wohin führt
In ihrem kleinen leisen Dasein
Das niemanden mehr interessiert

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 
 
Google translation

She sits with fine red hair
And smiles quietly at a world
That simply carries on as always
While her own is disintegrating

A thousand flies buzz outside the window
How many summer breezes have already
To delight in flight
And dance without sound

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She looks out into so much life
No longer forward or back
She doesn't even think about other times
Only here and now, the moment

Black coffee, two cigarettes
In front of a silent window image
A film with the same scenes over and over
Filling hours of emptiness

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She lives and doesn't ask herself any questions
There is nothing that leads anywhere anymore
In her small, quiet existence
That no one cares about anymore

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,


Tick, Tack

some recent lyrics written with kind of street ballad in my head (german ‘moritat’) – pure, uncontrolled and intense. as usual it took well over a hundred of attempts (low-key!!!) and never-ending novels of prompts to get my AI-voice ‘carina’ close to my imaginations. anyway, at the end she delivered a challenging match. 

I didn’t have the chance to get a barrel organ for the final embedment (just used a reed one, accompanied by an erhu sound and other stuff), but I like the result very much because this song means a most personal topic to me.

©Hans-Michael Albers
lyrics, composition and production by hans-michael albers, 
vocal performance by suno 4.5

Oh kein Gott

Hat man dich jemals schrei‘n gehört
Gespürt, dass es dich schmerzt, entsetzt, verstört
Weil alles, was du einmal machtest
Ganz anders läuft, als du es dachtest

Gab‘s da mal Zeichen, die der Himmel schickte
Ein Schwert, das einer deiner Engel zückte
Spürtest du Verzweiflung, Sorgen, Nöte
Milliarden mal Millionen Gebete

Nicht ein Versucht, ein Leid zu drehen
Du lässt es einfach so geschehen
Du duldest schweigend all die kranken Köpfe 
Das Treiben deiner tödlichen Geschöpfe

Ist das ein Spiel für dauernde Verlierer
Sehende Puppen, blinde Führer
Hat sich darin ein großer Plan erfüllt 
Ist alles noch dein Ebenbild

Macht euch die Erde Untertan
Folgt Selbstgefälligkeit und Wahn
Nehmt was ihr wollt, ihr müsst nichts geben
Ihr habt ja nur dies eine Leben

Ist Schicksal, was passieren muss?
Gibt’s niemals einen guten Schluss?
So siehst du zu, ums wie es ist, zu lassen
Statt anzubeten, müsste man dich hassen

Oh, Oh, Oh, kein Gott
Oh, Oh, Oh, kein Gott
 
lyrics google translation 

Oh no god

Have you ever been heard screaming?
Felt that it hurts you, horrifies you, disturbs you?
Because everything you once did
Turns out completely differently than you thought it would

Were there ever signs sent from heaven?
A sword unsheathed by one of your angels?
Did you feel despair, worry, hardship?
Billions of millions of prayers?

Ever tried to turn a suffering around?
You just let it happen.
You silently tolerate all the sick minds.
The doings of your deadly creatures.

Is this a game for perpetual losers?
Seeing puppets, blind guides.
Has a great plan been fulfilled in this?
Is everything still in your image?

Subdue the earth.
Follow complacency and delusion.
Take what you want, you don't have to give anything.
You only have this one life.

Is fate what must happen?
Is there never a happy ending?
Are you just watching to let things be?
Instead of worshipping, people should hate you.

Oh, oh, oh, no God.
Oh, oh, oh, no God.


Oh kein Gott

Is there any season as young as summertime? Is there any feeling as great as youth? Is there anything more worth protecting than a summer as we know it from our youth?

lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers – vocal performance by suno 4.5
video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFUzxoum-PQ

Still
This fragrance 
Like only
Summer air

Cloudless
Weightless
Wonderland
Life-size

Everything can be
Simply
Everywhere 
Sunshine

Warm light
A perfect world 
Sky high
Blue tent

Nobody knows
Or do they?
Whether and how
Long it will last?

Everyone sees
What happens
Everyone has
Got it

Never again like this
Never again like this
Everything is over
And over

Always young
Best time
All's well
Lightness

Popsicles
Convertible
Soul laughs
Just like that

Can do anything
Free choice
Tomorrow is
Doesn't matter

Nobody knows
Or do they?
Whether and how
Long it will last?

Everyone sees
What happens
Everyone has
Got it

Never again like this
Never again free
Everything is over
And over

No more good
Sun glow
Heat red
Hot death

Dry field
Desert world
Summerland 
Burnt down

Summerland 
burnt down

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)


Sommerland abgebrannt (incl. video link)

I reckon human nature is easy to explain. either it’s driven by love, or it’s driven by hate, or most often: anything between. I also guess, love driven people tend to look for similarities between individuals, whereas hate driven people focus on differences. appetency towards friends vs appetency towards foes. that’s humans, just that easy, just that conflicting…

anyway, here comes a song dedicated to something most human. a very special kind of moment that connects all of us billions of times each day or rather night. a moment that should actually tell us how absurd hate is.

there’s also a very different version made for a video concept I just put on youtube, if you are interested, youtu.be/Xl8ACnyZFw0?si=7JKl8jbROj031M0U

lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers – vocal performance by suno.4.5

Google translation

Endlessly distant ceilings.
made of dark shadows and black corners.
a canvas of sleepless brooding
Of bright, beautiful, evil and sick thoughts.

Worrying, fearing, hoping, praying.
Smiling, loving, cursing and kicking.
Minutes, hours, night after night.
Not a single eye closed.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep!

Same happiness, same sorrow.
Longing for a little slumber.
Heads full of similar things.
No matter what we argue about,

A sea of lonely human feelings.
Unfathomable deep and infinite.
Everything that turns dreams into thoughts.
Tonight, for night, for night, for night.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep.

Original:

Unfassbar weite Zimmerdecken
Voll dunkler Schatten, schwarzer Ecken
Die Leinwand schlafloser Gedanken
Von hellen, schönen, bösen, kranken

Ein Sorgen, Fürchten, Hoffen, Beten
Ein Lächeln, Lieben, Fluchen, Treten
Minuten, Stunden, Nacht für Nacht
Nicht mal ein Auge zugemacht

Schlaft Menschen, schlaft

Das gleiche Glück, derselbe Kummer
Die Sehnsucht nach ein bisschen Schlummer
Die Köpfe voll Gemeinsamkeiten
Egal, worüber wir uns streiten

Ein Meer einsamer Menschgefühle
Unendlich tief, unendlich viele
Alles, was Träume zu Gedanken macht
Heut Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht

Schlaft Menschen Schlaft

This is a song dedicated to my old friend Karl heilgeist ( RIP ) A great drummer and an interesting cat.

Breeze comin through the window… I thought it might be you ..But since it’s not gonna sleep till I’m not tired.. aint gonna make my bed..  gonna sleep till I’m not tired.
No one comes to my house..  so I ring the bell myself
There’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself .. here’s to me and my good health
( chorus )
Here’s to sittin all alone.. here’s to a good nights sleep… here’s to luck and borrowed time ..that may be our only wealth.. but most of all here’s to me ….and my  good health

There’s a breeze comin through the window.. and it sends me back to sleep
You cant blame the wind for blowin..  think I’ll just blame you since there’s no one else around.
And no one comes to my house.. gonna ring the bell myself
And there’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself here’s to me and my good health

My Good Health

Poems and lyrics aren’t the same. In many ways. This made me even more interested in setting a poem I wrote ages ago to music. The story isn’t based on a personal experience but relates to a most personal and emotional topic. It’s about a classic source of human conflict and a major killer of relationships. An overinflated ego. Very complex, very human – a perfect subject to challenge the expressiveness of the machine and its skills to not just repeat words like a parrot or a voice robot but to give them the full depth of their meaning. 

Lyrics, music and production by © Hans-Michael Albers, vocal performance by suno 4.5, cover image by keenan constance 

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

You're like a movie I'll never see again
Last scene, last scare 
End, over, switch off
Cursed from the beginning, but held on till the end

Never again and again you
Never again and again
Never again lose my head 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again

Your world is a self-satisfied dream
The perfect ego planet
That revolves around itself
Your only feeling, nothing but a cold game
You love only yourself and will never be different
A black hole
And I fell in, and I fell in

Never again and again you
Never again and again
Never lose my head again 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again

Your only feeling, nothing but a cold game
You only love yourself and you'll never be different
A black hole
And I fell in, and I fell in

Never again ever again you
Never again ever again
Never lose my head again 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again
Never be just your mirror again
I won’t fall for you anymore

Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
you

 

Du bist wie ein Film, den ich nie wieder seh 
Letzte Szene, letzter Schreck 
Ende, Aus, ich bin weg
Von Anfang an geflucht, doch bis zum Ende versucht

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier‘n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Deine Welt ist ein selbstgefälliger Traum
Der perfekte Ich-Planet
Der sich um sich selber dreht
Dein einziges Gefühl, nichts als ein kaltes Spiel
Du liebst nur dich allein und wirst nie anders sein
Ein schwarzes Loch
Und ich fiel rein, und ich fiel rein

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier’n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Dein einziges Gefühl, nichts als ein kaltes Spiel
Du liebst nur dich allein und wirst nie anders sein
Ein schwarzes Loch
Und ich fiel rein, und ich fiel rein

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier’n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Nie wieder nur dein Spiegel sein
Nie wieder fall ich rein
Nie, nie, nie wieder
Nie, nie, nie wieder
du


Nie wieder immer wieder du

Please excuse me for coming up with something new so quickly.

Tomorrow marks the 22nd anniversary of the death of French actress Marie Trintignant, who was beaten to death by her boyfriend, Bertrand Cantat, on 26 July 2003.

Some people will have seen the Netflix documentary about the case and will therefore also be familiar with the media and public debate at the time. This was a broad and heated discussion, as if the categorisation of such a brutal killing was a matter of opinion.

After that, one might have gained the impression that those who prioritise conservative values and traditional social and family roles tend to view domestic violence as an interpersonal tragedy rather than an unequivocal act of violence. ‘Arguments happen in even the best families.’ – ‘Doesn't an argument that gets out of hand often come from both sides?’ – ‘Did the victim overstep the mark and provoke an overreaction instead of making a diplomatic concession?’…

22 years have passed since then. In that time, #MeToo has emerged, alongside all kinds of discussions.

A lot of noise. A lot of media. A lot of talking-is-the-new-doing. But nothing has changed, apart from the number of reported cases of domestic violence, which continues to rise to this day. Whether this is because more and more offences are being reported instead of concealed is massively irrelevant:

In Germany, one woman or girl is beaten, abused or victimised by her partner or a male family member every single minute of every 24-hour day. According to official reporting statistics, this only happens every three minutes. What is clear, however, is that someone dies from their injuries almost every day.

The murder of Marie Trintignant is repeated every day.

There are many explanations for this. Psychological, social, political, and personal, to name a few. After all, we are living in an age of digital polyglotism where everyone has an answer to everything. Somehow, what you can explain is easier to accept. So, let’s talk about acceptance.

The number of car thefts registered in Germany each year amounts to around one sixth of the reported cases of domestic violence. The number of domestic burglaries is less than half.

What would happen if the number of domestic burglaries doubled, or if the number of car thefts increased sixfold? There might also be discussions about the thieves' psychological state of emergency or their possible negligence, provocation or shared guilt. But first and foremost, everyone would agree:

'This has to stop! We must stop it by any means necessary! … Zero acceptance!"

Is a stolen car, despite insurance reimbursement, really more painful, shocking and unacceptable than a woman being dragged through her flat by her hair?

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Lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers. Vocal performance by suno4.5

video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn16cxiq-64

Google translation:

I won't let you rest
It's the only reason you're hitting me
To get revenge for all your frustration
You just have to do so

It's not even good for you
But what are you going to do with your anger?
It's all my fault
I'm pushing your patience to the limit

Your pain should be mine
I deserve to feel it
You give it my face
So it can break me instead of you

What nobody sees or hears
It destroys the perfect world
Whenever it bangs
I wanted it that way

Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death
Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death

I would have liked to live
How I felt, how I moved freely.
One last pain, one moment
Then it's over, happy end

Ich hätte gern gelebt

Singer-Songwriter 


La Marguitar

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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