This is Hypnotizing!!! :-)))) Beautiful Collab Karin & Jim!!!

@user-662202899 Karin really inspires me! Thank you so much from us both! :)))

...diese hübsch, spielerische Gitarre, ist richtig geil !

Superb amalgam of voice and guitar….beautiful work, Jim and Karin

Very cool - love the idea of speech - singing !

I offer an open collab with some quite similar spoken English and German vocals.  Some time ago Remotely Creative has used these words and created a track I love. He is not on sc anymore, please enjoy his "These days". I would be very happy if these vocals could inspire again, the German lyrics never have been used. Feel free to use the vocals, shorten, sing ... however you want, just credit me and let me know when you have uploaded.

These days I am swamp, I’m mountain and dale. 
I’m deep, I’m steep, I’m dumb and deaf,
my word gets lost on me.						
Landslide is, the year of power passed. 
Screens of fog run through me 
till blind and dark I touch the ground,
still resisting.					 

How may my shield break away  
without pervading sun, 
without meadows floating me green 
and water that allays?
Who climbs free, once my vision has gone
and my strength has turned?
Where to tears me the war?

Scarce years at the bottom of breath -
I’m clouds, I’m abyss and sea. 
Demons and angels rise  				 
My light fades and glints				 
Years run through me
Caught in a circle I surround me  
The world’s beauty mere sensing
Busy life far away.

Has the wall penetrated me, 			 
leaning me bare against the cleft? 
I’m falling not knowing the end.   		 
But in the thick of it you cannot get out.
At times the world reaches hands to me,
at times a river flows through,  
sometimes voices. 
My inner eyes still weighty with tears.		 		

You filled me full, life, glass from which I drink,
Now I’m the mountain that I ascend.
I’m the canyon into which I jump.
My own dance has changed and emptied me.
Silence yet.

Are you quiet, world?
Another door is opening, another view.
Accordance  now 
between soles and the ground,		 
Confine myself to one step, in which I’m whole.
And within me one wakes up, 
whose dance is not exhausted yet, 			 
but innocent and loud.

Here, this bird is mine and his tone am I.
I extend these wings, I paint him colourful. 		 
I throw him the flight.						 
I raise him out of flames, out of calm waiting.		 

Behind the dark horizon there is the sun.  
The sun-hour clears and the nightbark lands. 
The silent sea sets me free 
into a new measure of time.
My step has got other tracks.


Diese Tage bin ich Sumpf, bin Berg und Tal, 
bin tief, bin steil, bin stumm und taub 
und mein Wort verliert sich an mir.
Erdrutsch ist und das Kraftjahr vorbei.
Nebelwände ziehen durch,
bis ich dunkel und blind den Boden berühre.
Und immer noch ist Widerstand. 

Wie soll sich der Panzer lösen, 
wenn die Sonne nicht durchdringt,
wenn Wiesengrün nicht in mich strömt
und Wasser mich nicht stillt?
Wer soll diese Kür vollenden,
wenn die Vision verloren geht 
und die Kraft sich wendet?
Wohin reißt mich der Krieg?

Magere Jahre am Atemgrund.
Wolken bin ich, Abgrund und Meer,
Dämonen und Engel steigen, 
mein Licht verblasst und strahlt. 
Jahre laufen durch mich.
Im Kreis gefangen mich umrunden. 
Wie schön die Welt ist, fernes Ahnen, 
und lautes Leben weit entfernt.

Hat mich die Wand durchdrungen, 
hat mich ans Nichts gelehnt? 
Ich falle und weiß das Ende nicht.
Doch mittendrin steigst du nicht aus.
Die Welt streckt manchmal Hände rein.
Manchmal strömt ein Fluss durch mich,
manchmal Stimmen.
Immer noch sind meine Innenaugen schwer.

Voll gefüllt hast Du mich, Leben,
Glas, aus dem ich trinke!
Ich bin der Berg, den ich erkunde,
Die Schlucht, in die ich springe.
Mein eigener Tanz hat mich gewandelt,
hat mich geleert.
Schweigen jetzt.
 
Schweigst du, Welt?
Eine andere Tür geht auf, ein andrer Blick.
Zwischen meinen Sohlen und dem Boden Einverständnis,
Mich beschränken auf einen Schritt, in dem ich ganz bin.
In mir wacht eine auf, deren Tanz noch unverbraucht,
unschuldig und laut.

Hier, dieser Vogel ist meiner und seine Spannkraft bin ich.
Ich schwelle ihm Flügel, ich male ihn bunt
und werfe ihm den Flug zu,
lasse ihn aus Flammen steigen, aus stillem Warten.

... for the last lines look in: Diese Tage_A1

Invitation Open Collab: These days / Diese Tage (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

🧊 Arctic drifts through a glacial soundscape — a slowed instrumental wrapped in atmospheric textures and mellow downtempo pulses
🎶 Best served late at night or wherever stillness finds you.

Full Album

The Horse Walks Backwards in Arctic

noxpox - trulamanala

WELL IT IS HEAVEN  IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN EN TERRASSE
AN ANGEL IS PASSING SUR LE TROTTOIR D’EN FACE
LIFE WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

HEY HAVE A MANGO IT’S ON THE HOUSE
DANCE A FANDANGO WITH MICKEY MOUSE
NEVER SAY NEVER DIEU EST DANS LA PLACE
SILENCE ET FERVEUR UN ANGE PASSE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

IT IS HEAVEN IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN ABOVE THE STARS
NEVER SAY NEVER YOU NEVER KNOW
ALWAYS IS OVER YOU HAD TO GO 

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

YOU HAD THE WORST YOU HAD THE BEST
AND NOW YOU GET ETERNAL REST
AT LAST
RELAX RELAX RELAX…

HEAVEN IN PARADISE (Lyrics)

Recording sessions from  13/05/2025 - 03/08/2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.

*** ALL TITLES ARE DOWNLOADABLE***
________________________________________________________________________
🛠 - Made with various Modular Synths / Multi-tracks / No I.A.
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & 4H09
🔲 - Cover art - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile,
Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Korg, Logitech, Marantz, M-Audio, MSI, Samsung, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental

I'm almost back...
After the death of a loved one, I found myself unable to play music... so I opened a small attic room deep in my unbalanced mind and played other types of instruments... it had to happen...
So here's a track, "ATTIC ROOM" (37 minutes), composed and produced, bringing together 10 very different and surprising tracks... I feel like I was in another dimension for a while, and I hope you enjoy it.
Have a great listen. Thank you.
Pier WILL

Me voici presque de retour...
Après le décès de l'un de mes proches, je me suis retrouvé dans l'incapacité de jouer de la musique... alors j'ai ouvert une petite chambre mansardée tout au fond de mon esprit en déséquilibre et j'ai joué sur d'autres types d'instruments... il fallait que cela se réalise...
Voici donc un titre "ATTIC ROOM" (37minutes) composé et réalisé rassemblant 10 titres tellement différents et surprenants... je pense avoir été dans une autre dimension pendant un certain temps et j'espère que vous allez apprécier.
Très bonne écoute à vous. Merci
Pier WILL

Attic Room

Mac , music , lyrics ,vocals
Scotty , lyrics and vocals
Shane , lyrics and vocals

Jimmy really should have learned how to drive 
But he thought he was the last of the lads alive
He never knew his signals or emergency stops
Took a blind side right with his headlights off
And that was the end of that 
But there’s always some daft twat
Who dabbles in disaster for a silly laugh
Perhaps it’s apt 
But Christ it’s proper sad
He was probably an arsehole but someone’s little lad
And it makes em mad in the daily mail
When every little jimmy fails
“They should be building bigger jails , these criminals shall not prevail”
Fuck off Doris ,I’ve got news for you 
You can climb down off that high horse
Cos it ain’t fit for glue

Those with glass minds throwing rocks tonight
Knowing that they never lived a day in their lives

Well, Linda sits upon her porch 
with cigarettes and beer,
waitin' for her cheque and askin'
the mailman each time he's near.
She lives with other women,
who are very much the same.
Seven babies from eight daddies.
Makin' them is just a game
for them to live in ignorance,
sit and do nothing, 
but complain about the immigrants 
that make them quite insane,
even though they're working difficult, shit jobs 
that they're too proud to do.
Entitlement based on their skin
colour and where it was they grew.

There’s two sides to a coin
When judgement calls
Those opinions are the shovel that will bury us all
And that’s all 
X

Fit for glue

Recording sessions from 18/10/2024 - 15/12/2024.

***  Nothing to do with a very famous brand!
AUDI in Latin means "listening" and the R "recording"

presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork : Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements : Ableton-AKG-Arturia-Audacity-Cantabile-Focusrite
  Korg-M-Audio-MSI-Sony-SoundCloud-Teac-Techniks-Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

AUDI-R_218

like i

Based on a True Story: 
💖⚖⁂©All Rights Reserved 08-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek 
***

TITLE: JUSTICE IS A COMING
_______________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
You pumped her tires like a ticking clock
Rubber screaming
Ready to pop
She didn’t notice
But the road might talk
Your secrets ain't safe
They're starting to walk

(Pre-chorus)
You’re the king of pills for everyone but you
Preaching from a throne that’s cracking in two

(Chorus)
Justice is coming
Can you feel it now
The ground shakes under your guilty vow
No meds to hide
No lies to shield
Justice is coming
The truth revealed

(Verse 2)
Mirror shows a man who plays with fate
Holding strings that are bound to break
You filled her tires
You sealed your hate
But the air you breathe won't let you escape

(Pre-chorus)
You shout for order
But your voice is thin
A house of cards built on your own spin

(Chorus)
Justice is coming
Can you feel it now
The ground shakes under your guilty vow
No meds to hide
No lies to shield
Justice is coming
The truth revealed
(Outro)
Oh, but wait...There's much more she's endured!

Not Getting Away With Killing Hearts & Screwing Minds

Justice Is A Coming

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

As we all patiently await good news from the voyages of I.S.S. Acquiescent

https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-collab-these

Diese Tage bin ich Sumpf, bin Berg und Tal, 
bin tief, bin steil, bin stumm und taub 
und mein Wort verliert sich an mir.
Erdrutsch ist und das Kraftjahr vorbei.
Nebelwände ziehen durch,
bis ich dunkel und blind den Boden berühre.
Und immer noch ist Widerstand. 

Wie soll sich der Panzer lösen, 
wenn die Sonne nicht durchdringt,
wenn Wiesengrün nicht in mich strömt
und Wasser mich nicht stillt?
Wer soll diese Kür vollenden,
wenn die Vision verloren geht 
und die Kraft sich wendet?
Wohin reißt mich der Krieg?

Magere Jahre am Atemgrund.
Wolken bin ich, Abgrund und Meer,
Dämonen und Engel steigen, 
mein Licht verblasst und strahlt. 
Jahre laufen durch mich.
Im Kreis gefangen mich umrunden. 
Wie schön die Welt ist, fernes Ahnen, 
und lautes Leben weit entfernt.

Hat mich die Wand durchdrungen, 
hat mich ans Nichts gelehnt? 
Ich falle und weiß das Ende nicht.
Doch mittendrin steigst du nicht aus.
Die Welt streckt manchmal Hände rein.
Manchmal strömt ein Fluss durch mich,
manchmal Stimmen.
Immer noch sind meine Innenaugen schwer.

Voll gefüllt hast Du mich, Leben,
Glas, aus dem ich trinke!
Ich bin der Berg, den ich erkunde,
Die Schlucht, in die ich springe.
Mein eigener Tanz hat mich gewandelt,
hat mich geleert.
Schweigen jetzt.
 
Schweigst du, Welt?
Eine andere Tür geht auf, ein andrer Blick.
Zwischen meinen Sohlen und dem Boden Einverständnis,
Mich beschränken auf einen Schritt, in dem ich ganz bin.
In mir wacht eine auf, deren Tanz noch unverbraucht,
unschuldig und laut.

Hier, dieser Vogel ist meiner und seine Spannkraft bin ich.
Ich schwelle ihm Flügel, ich male ihn bunt
und werfe ihm den Flug zu,
lasse ihn aus Flammen steigen, aus stillem Warten.

Hinterm dem dunklen Horizont ist die Sonne!
Die Sonnenstunde klärt und das Nachtschiff legt an. 
Das Schweigmeer gibt mich frei in ein neues Zeitmaß.
Mein Schritt hat andere Spuren.

Karin Tarabochias Album

Diese Tage_A1 (with lyrics)

Diese Tage_B1 (lyrics in description)

https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-collab-these

These days I am swamp, I’m mountain and dale. 
I’m deep, I’m steep, I’m dumb and deaf,
my word gets lost on me. 
Landslide is, the year of power passed. 
Screens of fog run through me 
till blind and dark I touch the ground,
still resisting.

How may my shield break away 
without pervading sun, 
without meadows floating me green 
and water that allays?
Who climbs free, once my vision has gone
and my strength has turned?
Where to tears me the war?

Scarce years at the bottom of breath -
I’m clouds, I’m abyss and sea. 
Demons and angels rise 
My light fades and glints 
Years run through me
Caught in a circle I surround me 
The world’s beauty mere sensing
Busy life far away.

Has the wall penetrated me, 
leaning me bare against the cleft? 
I’m falling not knowing the end. 
But in the thick of it you cannot get out.
At times the world reaches hands to me,
at times a river flows through, 
sometimes voices. 
My inner eyes still weighty with tears.

You filled me full, life, glass from which I drink,
Now I’m the mountain that I ascend.
I’m the canyon into which I jump.
My own dance has changed and emptied me.
Silence yet.

Are you quiet, world?
Another door is opening, another view.
Accordance now 
between soles and the ground, 
Confine myself to one step, in which I’m whole.
And within me one wakes up, 
whose dance is not exhausted yet, 
but innocent and loud.

Here, this bird is mine and his tone am I.
I extend these wings, I paint him colourful. 
I throw him the flight. 
I raise him out of flames, out of calm waiting.

Behind the dark horizon there is the sun. 
The sun-hour clears and the nightbark lands. 
The silent sea sets me free 
into a new measure of time.
My step has got other tracks.

These days_A (with lyrics)

These days_C (with lyrics)

These days_D (with lyrics)

Karin Tarabochia- Poem and Spoken word
Me- Original music, Guitar and Bass
Artwork- Max Ernst, "Mundus est fabula"

https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk/sets/invitation-open-collab-these

Diese Tage

Diese Tage bin ich Sumpf, bin Berg und Tal, 
bin tief, bin steil, bin stumm und taub 
und mein Wort verliert sich an mir.
Erdrutsch ist und das Kraftjahr vorbei.
Nebelwände ziehen durch,
bis ich dunkel und blind den Boden berühre.
Und immer noch ist Widerstand.

Wie soll sich der Panzer lösen, 
wenn die Sonne nicht durchdringt,
wenn Wiesengrün nicht in mich strömt
und Wasser mich nicht stillt?
Wer soll diese Kür vollenden,
wenn die Vision verloren geht 
und die Kraft sich wendet?
Wohin reißt mich der Krieg?

Magere Jahre am Atemgrund.
Wolken bin ich, Abgrund und Meer,
Dämonen und Engel steigen, 
mein Licht verblasst und strahlt. 
Jahre laufen durch mich.
Im Kreis gefangen mich umrunden. 
Wie schön die Welt ist, fernes Ahnen, 
und lautes Leben weit entfernt.

Hat mich die Wand durchdrungen, 
hat mich ans Nichts gelehnt? 
Ich falle und weiß das Ende nicht.
Doch mittendrin steigst du nicht aus.
Die Welt streckt manchmal Hände rein.
Manchmal strömt ein Fluss durch mich,
manchmal Stimmen.
Immer noch sind meine Innenaugen schwer.

Voll gefüllt hast Du mich, Leben,
Glas, aus dem ich trinke!
Ich bin der Berg, den ich erkunde,
Die Schlucht, in die ich springe.
Mein eigener Tanz hat mich gewandelt,
hat mich geleert.
Schweigen jetzt.

Schweigst du, Welt?
Eine andere Tür geht auf, ein andrer Blick.
Zwischen meinen Sohlen und dem Boden Einverständnis,
Mich beschränken auf einen Schritt, in dem ich ganz bin.
In mir wacht eine auf, deren Tanz noch unverbraucht,
unschuldig und laut.

Hier, dieser Vogel ist meiner und seine Spannkraft bin ich.
Ich schwelle ihm Flügel, ich male ihn bunt
und werfe ihm den Flug zu,
lasse ihn aus Flammen steigen, aus stillem Warten.

Hinterm dem dunklen Horizont ist die Sonne!
Die Sonnenstunde klärt und das Nachtschiff legt an. 
Das Schweigmeer gibt mich frei in ein neues Zeitmaß.
Mein Schritt hat andere Spuren.

These Days

These days I am swamp, I’m mountain and dale. 
I’m deep, I’m steep, I’m dumb and deaf,
my word gets lost on me. 
Landslide is, the year of power passed. 
Screens of fog run through me 
till blind and dark I touch the ground,
still resisting.

How may my shield break away 
without pervading sun, 
without meadows floating me green 
and water that allays?
Who climbs free, once my vision has gone
and my strength has turned?
Where to tears me the war?

Scarce years at the bottom of breath -
I’m clouds, I’m abyss and sea. 
Demons and angels rise 
My light fades and glints 
Years run through me
Caught in a circle I surround me 
The world’s beauty mere sensing
Busy life far away.

Has the wall penetrated me, 
leaning me bare against the cleft? 
I’m falling not knowing the end. 
But in the thick of it you cannot get out.
At times the world reaches hands to me,
at times a river flows through, 
sometimes voices. 
My inner eyes still weighty with tears.

You filled me full, life, glass from which I drink,
Now I’m the mountain that I ascend.
I’m the canyon into which I jump.
My own dance has changed and emptied me.
Silence yet.

Are you quiet, world?
Another door is opening, another view.
Accordance now 
between soles and the ground, 
Confine myself to one step, in which I’m whole.
And within me one wakes up, 
whose dance is not exhausted yet, 
but innocent and loud.

Here, this bird is mine and his tone am I.
I extend these wings, I paint him colourful. 
I throw him the flight. 
I raise him out of flames, out of calm waiting.

Behind the dark horizon there is the sun. 
The sun-hour clears and the nightbark lands. 
The silent sea sets me free 
into a new measure of time.
My step has got other tracks.

DieseTage (featuring Augenmark)

Welcome! I play many guitars, but my favorite is a blond 1973 Telecaster.

I have had the privilege to collaborate with some fine musicians here on soundcloud; I sincerely thank them all. 


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I write poems, lyrics, I'm open for collaboration.
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