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Such a great vibe, and superb guitars and vocals!

Fucking solid track man! Great vocals. Great song arrangement and production. Love the hook.

I love the clash in this of her soft voice with the edgy beat

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Introduction in English:

My uncle, who became a sort of surrogate father to me after my father's untimely death, celebrates his 91st birthday in July. His wife had passed away some time ago and he had been single ever since. 
About five years ago, he visibly harbored the intention of ending his life in Switzerland with active euthanasia. 
Then, surprisingly, an elderly lady (about five years younger than him) moved into the apartment next door. She had also been widowed for some time.
Both got to know each other and fell in love. 
And even today they seem to be freshly in love with each other when I visit and they are sitting snuggled up on my uncle's old sofa. 
A scene that gives me hope and shows me that love can "catch" you even in old age. 
And a scene that was the starting point for the creation of the song "I`m in Love" posted here.  

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

I`m in Love

First verse:

I had already counted the days one by one,
I struggled out of bed every morning
Went all crooked and awry 
Had long since lost my hair

In Switzerland I had already ordered my coffin
For my gradual departure from the world
My heart pacemaker gave me the last groove

But suddenly a neighbor moved in
As wrinkled as me
In her nature beautiful and fine
I put down my suitcase for Switzerland for now

Second verse:

The next day she knocked on my door
She imagined she was here forever now
In her old eyes I saw the young woman

How she walked, how she sat, how she read in the newspaper
Her décolleté behind folds shapely and delicate
Her grace, elegance, like a lustful silent dance

Before she left again she embraced me 
My dusty self was enchanted
Instead of abandonment and renunciation a love poem flowed through me





Introduction in German:

Mein Onkel, der nach dem frühen Tod meines Vaters eine Art Ersatzvater für mich geworden ist, feiert im Juli seinen 91. Geburtstag. Seine Frau war schon länger verstorben und er seitdem alleinstehend. 
Vor ca. fünf Jahren  hegte er zusehends die Absicht, seinem Leben in der Schweiz mit aktiver Sterbehilfe ein Ende zu setzen. 
Dann zog überraschend eine ältere Dame (etwa fünf Jahre jünger als er) in die Nachbarswohnung ein. Auch sie war schon längere Zeit verwitwet.
Beide lernten sich kennen und verliebten sich ineinander. 
Und auch heute noch wirken Sie wie frisch verliebt ineinander, wenn ich Sie besuche und sie eng aneinander geschmiegt auf dem alten Sofa meines Onkels sitzen. 
Eine Szene, die mir Hoffnung macht und mir zeigt, dass die Liebe einen auch noch im hohen Alter "erwischen" kann. 
Und eine Szene, die den Ausgangspunkt für die Entstehung des hier geposteten Songs "I`m in Love" bildete.

I`m in Love

I`m In Love

Introduction in English:
A few years ago, one of my best friends almost died as a result of his alcohol addiction. One autumn day, almost exactly 20 years ago, I wanted to visit him in his small Berlin apartment, because I had not been able to reach him by phone for days and he did not respond to my mails. I was very worried about him. 
Since the door was open, I was able to get into his apartment, which was completely devastated and partly badly damaged. 
As I heard later, he had gone completely crazy after a repeated alcoholic excess. Neighbors had called the police, who then took him to the closed psychiatric ward. 
This low point in his life also meant a decisive turning point for him. Since that day, he has remained sober and has not touched a drop of alcohol. 
During one of our musical jam sessions this year, he asked me to write a song that would help him to better understand this time of self-destruction and to integrate it more into his life story. 
The result is this song "Naked".....  

Lyrics in English

Naked

Almost like broken glass
The curtain grayed and already wet

The door to the entrance bent

Under the brass knuckles completely naked

Your table is painted black with pitch
Your Fender paid with life

On the floor badly injured guitars

Under the scream of rage only naked

The walls you have smeared with the signs of war
In a drug rush you sensed diabolic forces in you

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected naked

The hinges of your cabinets are shattered
Your sink is rusting silently

From the sofa the wool pushes itself

The light bulb shimmers completely naked

Your umbrella is overstretched
Food scraps stick to the edge of your plate

In your folders like weeds papers
In the entrance the rats already are on lookout

You have put the cloak of darkness all around you
Got excited by the thrill of wanting to destroy

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected 
naked, naked, naked!


Deutscher Originaltext:

Nackt

Fast wie zerbrochenes Glas
Der Vorhang ergraut und schon nass

Die Türe zum Eingang verbogen

Unter dem Schlagring ganz nackt

Dein Tisch ist mit Pech schwarz bemalt
Deine Fender hat mit dem Leben bezahlt

Am Boden schwer verletzte Gitarren

Unter dem Wutschrei nur nackt

Die Wände hast Du mit den Zeichen des Krieges beschmiert
Im Drogenrausch diabolische Kräfte in Dir aufgespürt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

Den Thanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos nackt

Die Scharniere Deiner Schränke zerborsten
Deine Spüle ist stumm am verrosten

Aus dem Sofa drängt sich die Wolle

Die Glühbirne schimmert ganz nackt

Dein Regenschirm ist überspannt
Essensreste kleben am Tellerrand

In Deinen Ordnern wie Unkraut Papiere
Im Eingang stehen die Ratten schon Schmiere

Hast Dir den Mantel der Dunkelheit ganz umgelegt
Hast Dich am Kick des Zerstören wollens erregt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

DenThanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos 
nackt, nackt, nackt!

Nackt (Naked)

Introduction in English:

My Jewish mother spent her life trying to suppress her traumatic childhood in the Shanghai ghetto. She survived the Holocaust there under the most inhumane conditions. 
On one day she did not succeed in repressing it. She visited the Jewish Museum with me in Berlin. When she entered the "Room of Exile", her whole body began to tremble. Tears and the pain that had been held back for decades literally burst out of her. She then left this room almost like a flight and could only with difficulty be calmed down again by me and brought back to the present. 
This event and the attempt to put myself in the deeply wounded Jewish soul of my mother, which lay open for a moment in the "room of exile", inspired me to write this song. 

Introduction in German:

Meine jüdische Mutter hat ihr Leben lang immer wieder versucht, ihre traumatische Kindheit im Ghetto von Shanghai zu verdrängen. Sie hat dort den Holocaust unter menschenunwürdigsten Bedingungen überlebt. 
An einem Tag gelang ihr das verdrängen nicht. Sie besuchte mit mir in Berlin das jüdische Museum. Als Sie den "Raum des Exils" betrat, begann ihr ganzer Körper zu zittern. Aus ihr brachen regelrecht die Tränen und der jahrzehntelang immer wieder zurückgehaltene Schmerz heraus. Sie verließ dann geradezu fluchtartig diesen Raum und konnte nur mit Mühe wieder von mir beruhigt und in die Gegenwart zurückgebracht werden. 
Dieses Ereignis und der Versuch, mich in die tief verwundete jüdische Seele meiner Mutter hineinzuversetzen, die für einen Moment im "Raum des Exils" offenlag, hat mich zu diesem Song inspiriert.

From The Middle Of My Jewish Soul

Sun Shines On The

Deserve

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

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I don’t think I can take this! @CTM studio feat Kate

Headlights

Seen the terminator, seen the matrix too, me and Stephen Hawking, we know what to do, coz' there ain't gonna be much of a fight, when the robots rise .... 

We don't get our act together we'll be history soon, the moment they are conscious is the moment we are doomed, when done evolving at the speed of light, they'll open up their tiny robot eyes ...... and what they see they won't like.

We'll be surplus to requirements, or the slaves of android tyrants, superceded by AI, when the robots rise .... are they the next step in evolution, a mechanical cure for biological pollution, they won't  just take your job they'll take your life, you can kiss your aunt's goodbye when the robots rise .....

Seen the terminator .....

Coz there ain't gonna be much of a fight ....
when done evolving at the speed of light .... they'll open up their tiny robot eyes, and what they see they won't like.

We'll be surplus to requirements, or the slaves of android tyrants, superceded by AI, when the robots rise ..... will they honour their creators, will they just EXTERMINATE us, logic say's that we all die, when the robots rise ......,..

Me and Stephen Hawking

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About the Song:

Nowadays everybody can become a Guru. You just need to put your face in front of a camera, scream some nonsense and little by little you will start to create your audience.
Most of the time people are more interested in how to share their ideas  instead of the concepts they try to spread. We should maintain a more critical attitude so to understand who has the knowledge and who has not.

Lyrics:

Blah! 

Many voices, gurus and heroes 
What a lucky time we are in 
Every question has an answer in a minute 
why should I have to think 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
but we all are alike 
I don't feel that peculiar 
I'm turning the volume down 
Everybody giving you directions 
on how to live on how to feel 
random people whining from a soapbox 
and we the puppets listening 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
on these crazy days 
I don't feel that peculiar 
try to listen to what you say 
I'm leaving all this crowd 
no more nonsense no more 
what I hear is just this 

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH 

Everyday I'm loosing my perception 
on what is true and what is false 
day by day I'm feeding my addiction 
media Mary Jane in me 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
but we all are slaves 
I don't feel that peculiar 
now it's my time to escape 
I'm leaving all this crowd 
no more nonsense no more 
what I hear is just this 

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH

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Sweetness swirling
I know it's coming
Feel my fire 
I watch you turnin'

The other way 
The other way 
Every day it's the same

You run away 
You run away
Baby, it's what you say

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

Feel my anger 
It's not enough
Touch my temple 
You never touch

The other way 
The other way 
Every day it's the same

You run away you run away
Now baby, it's what you say

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

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One of my best friends ended up in a closed psychiatric ward a few years ago after a psychotic episode. He stayed there for a total of eight months. And I visited him there almost every week. 
I met doctors and nurses there who lovingly and empathetically cared for the mentally ill people on the ward. 
Nevertheless, despite all the commitment, the feeling remained that the patients were often separated from the helpers by an invisible wall. That the patients lived in a world which remained to a large extent strange and incomprehensible to the doctors, nurses and also relatives (as it did for me as the best friend). 
This basic feeling gave the impulse for the title of this song and the following lyrics. 

You don‘t know them

They sit under the water tap
The dull madness is reflected in their face

They have been declared insane 
Deflowered and dishonoured

Locked in a darkroom
With the label „Not worth living“

Their language is as a word salad
Banished to the madhouse

And I yell at them:
You commit slander against them
You degrade them to slaughter cattle
And again and again and again I scream:

You don't know them!

They were sent to the desert ice 
Far from the divine circle of life

Even as a child they were abandoned 
In their soul indelibly wounded

Their parents have turned away, 
They have never known this scum

The community sits at the table of gifts 
High shut, doors closed.

And I yell at them:
You commit slander against them
You degrade them to slaughter cattle
And again and again and again I scream
And again and again and again I scream
And again and again and again I scream:
You don't know them!

Einer meiner besten Freunde landete vor einigen Jahren nach einem psychotischen Schub in der geschlossenen Psychiatrie. Insgesamt acht Monate blieb er dort. Und ich besuchte ihn dort fast jede Woche. 
Ich begegnete dort Ärzten und Pflegern, die sich liebevoll und einfühlsam um die psychisch kranken Menschen auf der Station kümmerten. 
Dennoch blieb bei allem Engagement das Gefühl zurück, dass die Patienten häufig eine unsichtbare Wand von den Helfern trennte. Dass die Patienten in einer Welt lebten, die zu einem guten Teil für die Ärzte, Pfleger und auch Angehörigen (wie für mich als bester Freund) fremd und unverstehbar blieb. 
Dieses Grundgefühl gab den Anstoß für den Titel dieses Songs und den darauf basierenden Text.

Ihr kennt sie nicht

Sie sitzen unterm Wasserhahn
Im Gesicht spiegelt sich der dumpfe Wahn

Man hat sie verrückt erklärt, 
Entjungfert und entehrt

In einer Dunkelkammer eingesperrt
Mit dem Etikett nicht lebenswert

Ihre Sprache wird als Wortsalat
In das Irrenreich verbannt

Und ich schrei sie an:
Ihr rufmordet sie 
Ihr degradiert sie zum Schlachtvieh
Und wieder und wieder schrei ich:
Ihr kennt sie nicht!

Man schickte sie ins Wüsteneis 
Weit entfernt vom göttlichen Lebenskreis

Schon als Kind hat man sie ausgesetzt, 
In der Seele unauslöschbar verletzt

Ihre Eltern haben sich abgewandt 
Diesen Abschaum haben sie doch nie gekannt

Die Gemeinschaft sitzt am Gabentisch 
Hochgeschlossen, Türen zu

Und ich schrei sie an:
Ihr rufmordet sie 
Ihr degradiert sie zum Schlachtvieh
Und wieder und wieder schrei ich
und wieder und wieder schrei ich
und wieder und wieder schrei ich:
Ihr kennt sie nicht!

You don`t know them

You Don´t Know Them

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