also known as jen practices scales of her favorite notes on an weak (from no practice) embouchure
made with trombone
recorded with zoom h1
edited in NCH

a trombone cries out in the forest

Loop DIggers SRC 215 mreguest Trk 1 - I'll Be FIne

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

made three of with my father's many antique cowbells, 2 metronomes, various striking things, zoom h1, and NCH audio editing softwares

geese photo by me
bell Photo by rhoda alex on Unsplash
i use paint . net for photo editing (is free)

sunday morning cowbells

Mi versión de esta potente canción del grupo de rock PIXIES.
He usado:
DAW: Cubase 14 Pro
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard
Batería: Groove Agent 5
Plugin de sintes y bajos: HALION 7 Y KONTAKT.

My version of this powerful song by the rock group PIXIES.

I hope you like it.

Gouge Away (Pixies) COVER BY DELAFLOR

Transatlantic Flight - Υπερατλαντική Πτήση

what a complex paradoxical mix of counter currents flow through each of us. On one hand we write poetry and on the other hand we have a club. We are brutally savage and deeply empathetic at the same time. Somehow we need to tame the evil and let the good prevail

lyrics

refrain: good vs evil, helping vs hurting,selfish vs sharing, trust vs fear

in each of us a hurricane
a number 5 storm
each day tears our soul to pieces
so we never have the puzzle whole

how conflicted we are
how sick and twisted we are
all distorted and tortured inside
never finding peace never finding rest
always do the worst when we try to do our best

how inconsistent we are in what we do and say
yet how predictable we are in the mistakes we make
we always seem to tell the same sad story
never looking back to learn from our history

refrain

how brilliantly savage we are
how effective we are
when it comes to death and destruction we are number one by far

yet how slow we are
how inefficient we are
when it comes to showing others any love or affection

refrain

so how do we solve this terrible riddle that is us?
what sword can be used to cut this Gordian knot?
the answer lies in a simple phrase
one we say and hear almost every day
but something it seems to hard for us to do
that is: treat others as you hope that they would treat you

if you follow these simple words
you will find peace in the eye of your storm

how strange we are

Black Sheep (Remix)

The Earth Love

Paper Tiger (Remix)

yes, i have only been a non-addict for less than a week,
since quitting nicotine candy
but i have compassion for all yous guys
zero addiction i have, not even phone or drug or p*rn or junk food
suddenly i am tall, and alone
it okay
i did not even realize until i was done
that i have got the last one
made with casio keyboard multitrack
(is remix of old song)
zoom h1, and NCH

i am a giant standing on a mountain looking down at the tiny addicted persons

music. Mu Tiny @user-596886256 @user-206975256
instrumental "I am the wind"
lyrics, vocal performance & their mix, cover design . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh
photos by saloo & myrh

lyrics based on this poem:
https://nothingispersonal.wordpress.com/2017/01/22/i-do-recognize/
this poem was also weaved into a song with Dariusz Jackowski:
https://soundcloud.com/dariusz-jackowski-1/my-fathers-ruby-feat-myrh?in=myrhyum/sets/dariusz-jackowski-f-myrh-1

I Do Recognize
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each and every kiss the wind has ever imparted
the open arms waiting there in the deeper levels of the clouds
their shadows big and merciful

yes each and every sun-ray
shone on my neck
upon my bathing eyelashes

oh indeed the sound of wind
the sound of reaching out
the sound of flying

each single drop

i do recognize the moment that i arrive
and i do recognize your voice

I Do Recognize - Mu Tiny & Myrh

<>>>>>>
the empty shells surrounding the deep love
END EMPIRE

taRka: a process, a place
a collaborative project
by Myrh : Mariam Zohra D
poetry/song/visual arts
@myrhyum @myrhyummy @tariqa-kali
> https://tarka1.bandcamp.com/
> https://mariam-zohra-d.my.canva.site/portfolio#home

great appreciation to a
network of enchanted,
conscious music,
enabling me to weave
a poetry of resilience.
journeying to mystic places,
reflection, projected in waves of rhythm.
feeling home in melodies
made of new and old.
paintings to spark the soul.

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