Name: DTP I by tylerwallis95
Duration: 4 min 3 s
Description: Some elements here I need to clean up and trim.

My musical associations to the theme "competition"

Mission Competition

Some elements here I need to clean up and trim.

2017

DTP I

Paper Plane

These are supposed to be the lyrics, but I can't sing.  :p
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My left fingers weave with my right
Then fall apart

Please fake a smile 
It'll only be a moment
Your eyes are mirrors of that distant sphere
I want to paint you with the backdrop of the Earth 
We can hang you on the wall if we get home

Your eyes look up at me from the palms of my hands
My gaze traces the coasts, in search of white sands  
When the suns explodes it will be in the shape of a heart
My fingers weave together
Then fall apart

It breaks my heart that all goes on the same
I want to know if I'll see you again
Your cigarette with flowers dripping from the end
The petals catch fire and curl up on the ends

Your eyes look up at me from the palms of my hands
My gaze traces the coasts, in search of white sands  
When the suns explodes it will be in the shape of a heart
Our fingers weave together
Then fall apart

We Visit The Moon Like Tourists Then Watch The Sunset On Mars

there's no wasting time now that you see this body's mine

This Song Is About The Last Beach Party Before The World Ends

Paper Plane (Quiet Version)

Andromeda

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Nie wieder! - Never again!

Nie Wieder! - Never Again! (Lyrics in English in the Intro)

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....)

MuseScore and Ableton; composition/arrangement/production dabbling.

I more frequently share abstract visual work over on Instagram.

DTP I

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