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Hi Folks. Here is my new synthwave track. Nostalgia
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Dreamer - Synthwave

Chorus
 Yah I'm bad 
(Yah)
Bad bad bad bad
Flexin on your bitch now she 
Sad sad sad sad
He the man? yah thats 
Cap cap Cap
If ain't stats get back back back back
He don't slang
Yah whack whack whack whack
Know some shooters from my hood like 
bang bang bang bang
Yah  im bad
Yah 
Bad bad bad bad 
And I  ain't never good man
Ha ha ha ha 


[Bad Guy, Feelings] Verse 1🃏😈😈🃏
Shawty say I'm bad man
I was never good
No feelings attach man 
This ain't Robin hood
Techers on my ass
 I was never understood
If she talking racks damn
Keep it on my foot
Jumanji, bitch I'm from the jungle
Always tried to rap in class but I rather mumble
Mama said you live too fast, careful you might stumble
I say shit I'm pretty bad but I keep it humble ha!
Fuck humble I'm the shit
Try to shoot me man and you gon miss

[Bad Guy, Feelings] Chorus😈🃏
 Yah I'm bad 
(Yah)
Bad bad bad bad
Flexin on your bitch now she 
Sad sad sad sad
He the man? yah thats 
Cap cap Cap
If ain't stats get back back back back
He don't slang
Yah whack whack whack whack
Know some shooters from my hood like 
bang bang bang bang
Yah  im bad
Yah 
Bad bad bad bad 
And I  ain't never good man
Ha ha ha ha
 
[ MJR] verse 2🌩️⚡
Man these teachers told me I would never make it
But I don't give a fuck I was always patient
But when it comes to money bitch I'm fucking skating
I'm going all out
I  always went to school just to sell some fucking dank
I  always went to school to get some fucking cash
Even when I skipped school it was for the same thing
Yah these teachers always fucked around
That's why I always went to school high
Nigga I won't lie
 yah my grade weren't fucking high
I'm in love with making money
 I ain't got nothing else to learn

[Bad Guy, Feelings] Chorus😈🃏
Chorus
 Yah I'm bad 
(Yah)
Bad bad bad bad
Flexin on your bitch now she 
Sad sad sad sad
He the man? yah thats 
Cap cap Cap
If ain't stats get back back back back
He don't slang
Yah whack whack whack whack
Know some shooters from my hood like 
bang bang bang bang
Yah  im bad
Yah 
Bad bad bad bad 
And I  ain't never good man
Ha ha ha ha

[El-Con] Verse 💣
Remain cautious
On the price 
Call me Mister pop shoot
I chill with members from the hood 
Got them studio vibes
Time piece on my wrist taking all the shine
I called the dealer with filas he just dropped a bag
Smoked a high grain green, please don't spill the dash
On the flip side Uber bitches, smash and throw the cash
Booty Pics on my handle, shit was fucked up tense
Repeat the tape 
and go bad bad bad bad
If your papa call me he better get some back up
Nigga keep your lane cause I'm flames with kicks

[Bad Guy, Feelings] Chorus😈
 Yah I'm bad 
(Yah)
Bad bad bad bad
Flexin on your bitch now she 
Sad sad sad sad
He the man? yah thats 
Cap cap Cap
If ain't stats get back back back back
He don't slang
Yah whack whack whack whack
Know some shooters from my hood like 
bang bang bang bang
Yah  im bad
Yah 
Bad bad bad bad 
And I  ain't never good man
Ha ha ha ha ⚡🔥

Bad (feat. MJR ft El-Con [ Prod By Mike Ludar ])

***NEW SONG*** MJR - Back Of The Uber(blck) Ft. E On Da Track (prod.by Jflex).

MJR - Back Of The Uber(blck) Ft. E On Da Track (prod.by jflex)

No need to say what this track is about. Stay home. 

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Isolation

In the Corona crisis I experience the world like a kind of monastery. On the one hand connected with much renunciation and privations, with restrictions and abstinence. On the other hand, however, offering one the chance to learn to be amazed again in the silence and seclusion that results from the worldwide regulations. To have time to really let oneself be touched by something that has so far been hastily pressed into blinker-categories. To be surprised by revelations that must have remained hidden in the everyday functioning.    
To be able to say "Wow!" again in every cell of one' s body, however, also requires sometimes to free oneself completely from the now omnipresent digital availability. Unfortunately, the crisis leads partly there even more into digital obsessions. But even there I hope that at some point the weariness after the increasing dullness in the X-th Netflix series, among others, will set in and the desire for real encounters will come forward. 

Lyrics in English:

Wow!

Sit` here in the park without urge 
Without pressure, have plenty of time, don't start nothing

Just there, I look out
The mustiness in me turns out

There is a lake in front of me
That I usually walk by
Always seemed to look the same

Give me away
Soon I am in the thick of it

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

In the silence the spells
In the quietness the wonders of the world

I'm totally exempt from duties
My phone is asleep

Completely freed from availability and digital suffering

My coffee machine is yawning heavily
Nothing that pushes me is working now

The world is lying down
There is no escape

The hectic reflexes: Off!

Give me away
Soon I am in the thick of it

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

In the silence the spells
In the quietness the wonders of the world


Deutscher Originaltext:

Wow!

Sitz` hier im Park ohne Drang, 
Ohne Druck, hab` viel Zeit, fang` nichts an

Bin einfach da, schau` hinaus
Das Müssen in mir stellt sich aus

Vor mir liegt ein See, 
An dem ich sonst vorübergeh`

Schien immer gleich auszusehen

Gebe mich hin
Und bin bald mittendrin

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Im Stillen die Zauber
Im Schweigen die Wunder der Welt

Bin ganz von Pflichten befreit
Mein Handy schläft
Ganz erlöst von Verfügbarkeit und digitalem Leid

Meine Kaffemaschine gähnt schwer
Nichts was mich puscht geht jetzt mehr

Die Welt legt sich hin
Es gibt kein Entflieh`n

Die Hektik-Reflexe. Aus!

Gebe mich hin
Und bin bald mittendrin

Wow! Wow! Wow!Wow! Wow!

Im Stillen die Zauber
Im Schweigen die Wunder der Welt

Wow!

Wow! (English Lyrics In The Intro)

Composition: Karlit-O-Kay
Acoustic-Guitar and Vocals: Karlit-O-Kay
All other instruments, Production and Sound-Mix: Karin-Maria Brunner.
At this point: Special thanks to Karin-Maria, for her very own careful, patient and prudent approach to the production of the song

When I met my wife almost 25 years ago, none of my friends and relatives gave a single damn about this relationship. We were quarrelling often and got into each other's hair over every little thing.
Interestingly however, some couples, who at that time were somewhat complacent about their great harmony, are no longer together today. At some point, so much conflict dirt had accumulated under the flowery carpet, that the permanent smile turned into hostility, contempt and finally: Separation. 
My wife and I still quarrel today - although not as intensely and often as before. But then as now these sometimes painful disputes often lead to a an even deeper and more tender encounter. 
In view of this dialectic, I had the idea of naming this song, which describes our relationship, "Wild Harps". 

Wild Harps

No, that's not possible
No, it can't be 
These perennial squabblers 
Can't even be together anymore

Always murder and mayhem 
With a lot of screaming and door slamming
Come on, don't tell me lies 
That's all over and done with already

Ooh no, it's true
Wild Harps
Do they stick together 
This couple, that lives 
In spite of minor scratches 

I bet it goes on forever
Even further

Many friends thought 
They won't last long
How they clashed
The safety fuse is about to blow

Harmony and peace 
Was a foreign word for them
Many marriages have been divorced 
But they survived every relationship murder

Ooh yes, it's true
Wild Harps
Do they stick together 
This couple, that lives 
Even with small scratches 

I bet, that this forever...
I bet, that this forever...
I bet, that this forever...

...Goes on

... That this goes on
Bet, bet...
...That this goes on
Bet, bet...
...That this goes on

Deutscher Originaltext:

Wilde Harfen

Nein, das gibt`s doch gar nicht
Nein, das kann nicht sein
Diese ewigen Streithammel 
Können doch gar nicht mehr zusammensein

Ständig Mord und Todschlag 
Mit viel Geschrei und Türenknall`n
Komm erzähl mir keine Lügen
Das ist doch schon längst aus und vorbei

Ooh nein, es ist wahr
Wilde Harfen
Halten die zusammen 
Dieses Paar, das lebt 
Trotz kleiner Schrammen 

Wetten, dass das noch ewig weitergeht
Noch weitergeht

Viele Freunde dachten 
Das halten die nicht lange aus
Wie die aufeinander krachten
Da fliegt die Sicherung doch gleich raus

Harmonie und Frieden
War für die beiden ein Fremdwort
Viele Ehen wurden schon geschieden 
Doch sie überlebten jeden Beziehungsmord

Ooh ja, es ist wahr
Wilde Harfen
Halten die zusammen 
Dieses Paar, das lebt 
Trotz kleiner Schrammen. 

Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…
Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…
Wetten, dass das noch ewig weiter…

….Geht

….daß das noch weitergeht
Wetten, Wetten…
…daß das noch weitergeht
Wetten, Wetten…
…daß das noch weitergeht

Together with Karin-Maria Brunner

Widle Harfen (Wild Haprs)

Wilde Harfen

Wilde Harfen (Wild Harps) (Engl. Lyrics In The Intro)

For me sovereignty means: to stand back without taking off. Having an overview, a vision, a prudence and at the same time remaining in a deep connection with what I am currently looking at;
means for me: to float, a kind of flying, like becoming an eagle and at the same moment a centipede, who feels with every touch the earth that carries me;
means for me: to know my own possibilities and limits well, like a tightrope walker balancing the antinomies of life;
means for me: to become silent, to be peacefully still, to act and express myself by simply being there....and so it comes that this song gets along without words.   
While recording this song I imagined myself sitting on a mountain; completely alone and totally connected to what surrounds me. 
I hope that some of the sovereignty, as I understand it, comes across in this purely instrumental track.

Einleitung in deutscher Sprache:

Souveränität heißt für mich: Abstand nehmen, ohne abzuheben. Einen Überblick, eine Weitsicht, eine Umsichtigkeit haben und zugleich in einer tiefen Verbundenheit mit dem bleiben, was ich gerade betrachte;
heißt für mich: schweben, eine Art fliegen, wie zu einem Adler werden und im selben Moment ein Tausendfüßler sein, der mit jeder Berührung die Erde spürt, die mich trägt;
heißt für mich: Die eigenen Möglichkeiten und Grenzen gut kennen, wie ein Seiltänzer die Antinomien des Lebens austarieren;
heißt für mich: still werden, friedvoll schweigen, durch einfaches dasein wirken und sich ausdrücken.....und so kommt es, daß dieser Song mal ganz ohne Worte auskommt.   
Bei der Aufnahme dieses Songs habe ich mir vorgestellt, auf einem Berg zu sitzen; völlig alleine und völlig verbunden mit dem, was mich umgibt. 
Ich hoffe, daß von der Souveränität, wie ich sie verstehe, ein wenig in diesem reinen Instrumental-Track rüberkommt.

Souvereignty

Sovereignty

In many comments I am often compared with great male musicians. There are references to the Beatles, to Pink Floyd, sometimes also to Bob Dylan or Rio Reiser. 
However, three outstanding female artists have influenced me in my musical work: 
Carole King's unique compositions on her century album "Tapestry" have inspired me to create my first own melodies;
Patti Smith's overwhelming poetic language gave me the impetus to create my own lyrics;
And finally, Joni Mitchell's highly original guitar playing encouraged me to develop my own way of playing guitar.
With "My Musical Mother" I create my own personal (musical) monument to these three brilliant women.    

My Musical Mother

I wander within me back to an earlier time
About 12 years old, not yet ready to live
Often lost and alone, frozen inside myself

Often lay awake at night, afraid of life
Life seemed like a boomerang
Who's gonna hit me with three 
Penalties every time I made a wish roll

When I was that lonely, she came to me
Sat down at the piano just for me
Played beautifully: "You've got a friend"

Stroke me gently over my hair
Was just there for me
Held me out with my whole soul robe

Ooh Carole King
You and Tapestry
That struck me full, these splendid melodies

You taught me to 
Listen carefully

You’re definetly my Musical Mother for me

You put melodies in my head
But I still couldn't think of words
My language: Shallow and gray 
The first lyrics: Kitschy and tepid

Then I was 15, hanging out with my stoner boyfriend
On the turntable "Horses" spinning around
And I thought, "Damn, she's pronouncing it" 

I read her poems, she whispered to me 
The pictures in my ears, she opened the door for me 
To the poetry

To words that caress, to phrases that cry 
To rhymes in which the world shakes for a moment
And everything Dead rises again

Ooh Patti Smith
Through you my soul finally spoke to me
I developed a sense for word and a feeling for language
My first lyrics on the wall
As written by a magic hand

You’re definitely my Musical Mother for me

Now I had the sounds and the lyrics
But one instrument was missing until the end
I often lay on my bed
Just hum along in my mind

Until one day, my fat neighbor friend 
Put a guitar around my neck
And showed me how the easiest chords go

A year later he put in a movie of you
You sang to your guitar all by yourself
You had a very unique way 
Of plucking and picking up chords

I didn't know about your early handicap
And took your play with me into my warm bed
Yes I was playfully seduced by you

Ooh Joni Mitchell
You taught me 
That I do not slavishly listen to brave guitar teachers
That I can be inventive
My very own guitar sound

You`re definitely my Musical Mother for me

Oh Carole
Oh Patti
Oh Joni

You are
Yes you are
My Musical Mothers for me

My Musical Mother

It is a good 20 years ago that the diagnosis "testicular cancer" broke into my life like a thunderbolt. For a long time I have been cured of it. Nevertheless the mental and physical scars remain; and the shock, that lingers in my body memory forever over the horrified cry of the young, compassionate doctor when she discovered the tumor in the ultrasound. Time heals many wounds but by no means all. But the time of 20 years gives me enough distance to find words and sounds for what happened in and with me in the first three days after the cancer diagnosis.  

Lyrics in English:

Could that have been it?

Just came from the ultrasound
Inside of me a dull thud 
Everything different

Wanted to have children 
Must now bow to fate:
Testicular cancer

Standing` totally beside me
I am like death, no feeling

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?

Just want to be alone
Dig myself in in the dark
Only want to sleep

A part of me screams: "Free!"
The agony of life is over 
I may die now

I'm so confused
I don't know what's going to happen to me

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?


Deutscher Originaltext:

Kanns´denn das schon gewesen sein?

Komm` grad` vom Ultraschall,
In mir ein dumpfer Knall 
Alles anders

Wollt` doch  noch Kinder zeugen 
Muß mich jetzt dem Schicksal beugen:
Hodenkrebs

Steh` total neben mir
Bin wie tod, kein Gespür

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Will nur alleine sein,
Grab` mich im Dunkeln ein
Will nur schlafen

Ein Teil in mir schreit: „Frei!“
Die Lebensqual vorbei 
Ich darf jetzt sterben

Ich bin so verwirrt
Weiß nicht was aus mir wird

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Dreamer - Synthwave

SimonJan