Name: Today by slomo4334
Duration: 2 min 12 s
Description: This is a short little piece designed to inspire hope. That all you have been yearning for could happen today. Recorded using GarageBand iOS.

Very original approach. Feeling the passion.

The composing is cool,the arrangment is cool,the vocals are(VERY)cool,the riffs are cool,only thing lacking is better mixing on those part where you power on,learn this and your obvious talent will shine even clearer through.I can hear you are having lots of fun,and thats allways the main thing.Also..thanks for all the feedback and heartwarming comments my friend,give regards to your lovely family.Rock on!

Introduction in English:
After five years of abstinence, my son fell back into drugs. All attempts to help him bounced off the increasingly overpowering drug cocktails. All my feelings during this time, the anger about the destructive power of the drugs, the powerlessness in the face of the quicksand in which my son sank further and further, the despair and sadness about the loss of loving contact with him, I have tried to process in this song.  

Introduction in German:
Nach fünf Jahren der Abstinenz ist mein Sohn wieder den Drogen verfallen. Alle Versuche, ihm zu helfen, prallten an den immer übermächtiger werdenden Drogencocktails ab. Alle meine Gefühle in dieser Zeit, die Wut über die zerstörerische Kraft der Drogen, die Ohnmacht angesichts des Treibsandes, in den mein Sohn immer weiter versank, die Verzweiflung und Trauer über den Verlust des liebevollen Kontaktes zu ihm, habe ich versucht, in diesem Song zu verarbeiten.  

Lyrics

I am cryin` for you, my son

Can only watch you, 
How you slip down
How you lose your point of view

Can only watch you, 
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the mire of your soul

You have become such a stranger to me
Where south was is now cold north
The familiarity is gone 
The dignity lies in the dirt

Ooh please don't throw away your last shirt

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myselg, my son

We were playing music
We were jamming together
In an incredible harmony

Threw the balls to each other
We were in tune
Like a magical symphony

But now the strings are torn
All my knowledge is of no use 
I no longer know you
Strange astral wind

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myself, my son

I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son

I`m crying for you, my son

I Am Crying For You, My Son

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

Verse: (DW Mich)
Put my own money on the table (Table!)
Disrespect me you get labelled (What!)
We be sparkin these no cables (Whooo!)
Abuse the green like a label
For this life I’m so grateful 
Making moves, call me Able (Ahh!)
They don’t know what I’m capable of (What!)
Keep the glizzy hot and the draco is tucked (Boom! Whooo!)
Try and play, this no game (No Game!)
Laser tag on your mate (Mate!)
Red or green? Who cares?
Splash his brain like its paint (Huh!)
“Is he dead?” I don’t care 
God forgive me for my sins (Yeah!)
All I see is the flames (Hell!)
Your crew full of lames
Uppercut did he faint 
What you said? I Don’t care! (Whooo!)

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
I put a bitch in a Range rover
Then I gave her a makeover (Wow!)
Not my main just a main blower (Boom!)
Cut her off with a chainsaw
Making movies is amazin’, 10 kilos gass we blazin’
Celebrate, champagne, blow off, task done
Pop a 30 mind blastoff (Blastoff!)
Watch out bout to takeoff (Takeoff!)
So tired need to lay-off (Whooo!)
Take over the world ay
Millions, that’s my worth (Money!)
Show some respect (Heard!)
Slovenian rap, We birth (Yea I Did!)
Get on your knees yaaa heard (Slut!)
She suck me for a buck (What!)
Bitch ugly, I can’t fuck
I’m breezy with hoes (Smooth!)
Kinda shady on this verse
I’m drizzy with flows (Ye! I am!)
She give me the brain with no pause, diamonds be shining they callin me Hove (Lil Hoe!)
Put a lil bitch on a pole, ass be shaking but I don’t need hoes
Sloppy, she taking my soul, God save me I’m feeling really cold
Mouth deep like a black hole, kick her out cuz she a whore

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
DreaWers
Yeah
Get outta Trap
Outta my Face
Me & My brotha we goin’ insane
For those that hate
Yeah I dont give a damn
Ganja be tuff we grind it in grains
I never lose I learn and I gain
She not bright yet she give me the brain
Ljubljana still stuck in its lanes
Look like a thot with this chains
AP on takeoff 
I Call that bitch rain
Lame
Track’s that they made
Big Tin be stealing the game
No one to blame
Fuck all the fame
Give me the mula
Got shit I must pay
Talk bussines dont play
Ditch bodies in bay
Believe nothing they say
Hatery their mainly disgrace 
Should’ve stayed in your lane
My block be playing no games
Put cash on if you wanna race
Wins on wins there’s no other way for me
Still suffer from drains
When I started to rap real ones stayed
My circle slayes the snakes
They mute when it’s face to face
Dummies, they cannot embrace
Sacrifices that I made
Lonely be my everyday
After lockdown we gonn’ rave
Untill then make no mistake
Missing the stage
Filling with rage
Feelings restrained
On the last page

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Vendetta

Apple Music

Vendetta (prod. SiM)

Introduction in English:
Sometimes there are situations in life to which there are no solutions at all. You may have already done and tried everything. Nothing has helped. 
The "doer" and "controller" in me goes to its knees in such moments. And out comes the part that surrenders completely to hope. Then in a kind of prayer to his inner God and in his inner church at least asks for an alleviation of suffering for all those where all rational or scientific techniques and methods have reached their limits.
This song is about such a kind of "hope prayer"

Introduction in German:
Manchmal gibt es Situationen im Leben, zu denen es keinerlei Problemlösungen gibt. Man hat vielleicht alles schon unternommen und versucht. Nichts hat geholfen. 
Der "Macher" und "Kontrolleur" in mir geht in solchen Momenten in die Knie. Und hervorkommt der Teil, der sich ganz der Hoffnung hingibt. Dann in einer Art Gebet an seinen inneren Gott und in seiner inneren Kirche zumindest um eine Linderung des Leids für all jene bittet, bei denen alle rationalen oder wissenschaftlichen Techniken und Methoden an ihre Grenzen gestoßen. 
Von so einer Art "Hoffnungsgebet" handelt dieses Lied

Lyrics

Prayer of hope

I can only pray for you
For you to my inner God

for you I go to my own church 
sit down in the back pew

hear the organ man playing above me
floods the room with his smooth-painful sound

sometime humbly sit on my knees
go inwardly along your life

and I pray that you survive this all
that you will return to the world
I pray for your deep soul peace

I speak, cry, whisper, sing
For you 
a prayer of hope

I light a candle for you
The glow shows me, you are still there
Walk wistfully through many cloisters 
feel the cross that you have to wear

hear the murmur of the unhappy dead, 
the wailing of the damned from the dark underworld
how can I snatch you away from being cursed
my beloved, wounded, tragic hero

A Prayer of Hope

A Prayer Of Hope

Distance/4009

Distance

Introduction in English:
For me it was a big challenge in two ways to do the music to the lyrics of P-Ten, who lives in the Philippines:
First, he is the age of my son, who some of my SC friends know went through a serious crisis in the spring from which he has not really recovered yet. P-Ten obviously has something that my son still lacks at his young age: A belief in himself, in his own dreams and visions. While singing, I kept imagining that P-Ten was speaking to my son like a good friend of the same age, helping him to overcome his tormenting self-doubt. 
Secondly, P-Ten's lyrics also repeatedly mention the belief in God. I don't know P-Ten personally, so I don't know which God he is referring to in his text. 
I myself am not religious or feel to belong to a certain religious community. But, as I have already described it in my song "A Prayer of Hope", there exists for me a kind of "inner God" who goes far beyond me and holds the world together in the innermost; to whom I sometimes turn when my belief in myself falters and self-doubt plagues me. Then I can experience, among other things, in the dialogue with him, that I am not alone, that this inner God believes in me, carries me and holds me, no matter what happens.      

Introduction in German:

Für mich war es in zweierlei Hinsicht eine große Herausforderung, zu dem Text von P-Ten, der auf den Philippinen lebt, die Musik zu machen:
Erstens ist er im Alter meines Sohnes, von dem einige meiner SC-Freunde wissen, dass er im Frühjahr eine schwere Krise durchmachte, von der er sich bis jetzt noch nicht wirklich erholt hat. P-Ten hat offensichtlich etwas, was meinem Sohn in seinem jungen Alter noch fehlt: Der Glaube an sich, an die eigenen Träume und Visionen. Beim Singen habe ich immer wieder vorgestellt, das P-Ten wie ein guter, gleichaltriger Freund zu meinem Sohn spricht und ihm hilft, seine quälenden Selbstzweifel zu überwinden. 
Zweitens kommt in dem Text von P-Ten auch immer wieder der Glaube an Gott vor. Ich kenn P-Ten nicht persönlich und ich weiß entsprechend auch nicht, welchen Gott er in seinem Text meint. 
Ich selbst bin nicht religiös oder fühle mich einer bestimmten Glaubensgemeinschaft zugehörig. Aber, wie ich es schon bei meinem Song "A Prayer of Hope" beschrieben habe, existiert für mich eine Art "innerer Gott", der weit über mich hinausgeht und die Welt im innersten zusammenhält; an den ich mich manchmal wende, wenn mein Glauben an mich ins Wanken gerät und mich Selbstzweifel plagen. Dann kann ich unter anderem in der Zwiesprache mit ihm erfahren, das ich nicht allein bin, dass dieser innere Gott an mich glaubt, mich trägt und hält, egal was passiert.

Dream (P-Ten & Karlit-O-Kay)

Dream (P-Ten & Karlit - O-Kay)

Pain-Ted

This is a short little piece designed to inspire hope. That all you have been yearning for could happen today. Recorded using GarageBand iOS.

Today

Another completed song from my Completed song toy box. I dug it up and posted it for your listening enjoyment.if you don’t enjoy it just lie to me. Thanks for understanding.

Showtime

A$K - Calm

I dedicated the song "Monique" to two women: 
First of all to my grand aunt Monique, who was murdered as a Jew by the Nazis in Auschwitz. I know her only from photos and the anecdotes of my mother. Through her tragic life story, her unique face with the big, jet-black eyes, I still feel connected to her today. 
In this song I imagined meeting her shortly before her gassing in Auschwitz. How I accompanied her to the gas chambers, how we got to know each other a little before the inevitable happened.  
      
Secondly, this song is dedicated to another Monique. Her stage name was "Barbara" and she was a charismatic French chanson singer. What would I have given to be at one of her concerts. But when she had her big time, especially in the 1960s, I was still much too young. So all I have left are their Youtube videos, of which I would like to put a link here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPPZMyMNQCM

Her face and her eyes, her charisma and expression remind me so much of my grand aunt.  Like her, she was a Jewish woman of French descent. And with songs like "Göttingen" she contributed significantly to an understanding between the Jews and the land of the perpetrators- Germany.  

Lyrics in English:

Monique

I visited you in Auschwitz, 
Cursed this freezing cold murder place

See you coming with the gas chamber train 
Only one photo at my place with your face

Your deep black eyes look at me
Already as a child they magically fascinated me

I go to you, take you in my arms 
In the coldness of killing we both get warm

We go together, you tell me about you 
Of your life, your joys, your pain

And you listen to me 
Get to know me briefly

The butchers, they wave
The shadows, they sink down

We both still have some time left 
The cruel suffering is already approaching

You show me the brooch in the photo 
You show me how you move your hands to play the piano

The time fold now pulls you away from me
There to the shameful brick building
I can only look after you
You disappear in there 

Gassed and burned
But unforgettably burned into my soul


Deutscher Originaltext:

Monique

Hab` Dich in Auschwitz besucht 
Diesen eiskalten Mord-Ort verflucht

Seh` Dich da kommen, mit dem Gaskammer-Zug 
Nur ein Foto bei mir mit Deinem Gesicht

Deine tiefschwarzen Augen schaun` mich an
Schon als Kind zogen sie mich magisch in den Bann

Ich geh` zu Dir hin, nehm` Dich in den Arm 
In der Kälte des Mordens wird uns beiden warm

Wir gehen zusammen, Du erzählst mir von Dir 
Von Deinem Leben, Deinen Freuden, Deinem Schmerz

Und Du hörst mir zu. Lernst mich kurz kennen

Die Schlächter, sie winken
Die Schatten, sie senken sich ab

Noch haben wir beide etwas Zeit 
Heran rückt schon das grausame Leid

Du zeigst mir die Brosche, die auf dem Foto trägst 
Du zeigst mir wie Du Deine Hände zum Klavierspiel bewegst

Die Zeitfalte zieht Dich nun fort von mir
Dorthin zu dem Schand-Backsteinbau
Ich kann Dir nur nachsehen
Du verschwindest dort drin 

Vergast und verbrannt
Doch unvergeßlich in meine Seele eingebrannt

Monique

Monique (Lyrics in English in the Intro to the Track....)

Writing and recording rock music is my favorite hobby to indulge in. I’m not claiming to be anything special. I’m just having fun!

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