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THE HARBOUR from Echoes from a distant Past

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LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

“Rind”
Chill/LoFi track from my Eastern LoFi Lab.
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Coverpic: Arpad Kajel www.instagram.com/bergarpi

Rind

A collab with https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan on violin and keys/sounddesign and https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel on bass guitar, Big Thank You to my wonderful collaborators. Please take a listen to the remix of KBS:  https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan/brochen?si=a3d0ddc3cdb9475f9601e6fdea3e64bc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
 
At 1142 metres above sea level, the ‘Brocken’ (also known as the ‘Blocksberg’) is the highest mountain in the ‘Harz’, a mid-range mountain group in Central Germany. Put simply, it is a large block of granite, a plutonic rock. It is shrouded in legends and mystery. My father grew up in this area as a child and of course knew the old stories and myths, including some about the so-called "Brocken Ghost"...

The cropped, filtered and edited photography shows the „Brocken Spectre“ (original by Walter Richter)
					
„When the observer's shadow falls on a layer of fog or clouds, the shadow is not represented by a solid surface, but by each drop of water in the haze individually. As a result, the brain cannot see the shadow stereoscopically and significantly overestimates the size. Air movements cause the shadow to move, even when the observer is standing still. This seemingly separate entity can also float and hover without having any visible contact with the ground. The other physical conditions on the mountain, cool and damp air, silence, as well as the lack of orientation due to a lack of foresight and neighbouring mountains, reinforce the subjective impression of the apparent existence of a ghost."

					Johan Esaias Silberschlag, 1780


Brocken Ghost

1
The shadow falls (4)
On layers of fog 
The shadow falls
Unto each single drop
The shadow falls
On layers of fog
The shadow falls (2)
  
A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story…

2
The shadow floats
On layers of fog
The shadow  is hovering
Over the ground
The shadow is growing
Waving without sound
The shadow floats
With a glory

A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story
On each single drop
On each single drop

Brocken Ghost (wt KBS and Holger Engel, raw edit)

Dedicated most especially to L.K.A. ( Debbie`s new little grandson ), and to all children:)
Piano composition, piano: Debra Buesking @debra_buesking
Melody composition, poem and voice: Oddrun Eikli
cover design: Debra Buesking

Thank you from my heart dear Debbie my friend, for this collaboration of hope. 
Thank you Arne Hiorth for your studiowork.

What is the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child?
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The hope, vision and commitment of world leaders in 1989 led to the Convention. It is up to today’s generation to demand that world leaders from government, business and communities end child rights violations now, once and for all. They must commit to action to make sure every child, has every right.


Gently.

Wrapped in red, orange and blue
The little baby in mothers arms
Tiny white jasmin growing in her garden
Mother Nature dressed in spring
From magic skies of mint
Every color spins new
In future clear as aquablue

Let Nature Embrace you
Gently
So gently

Life`s colors flow from gold to umber
In crocuses, Petunias
In Asters and in Pansies
A thousand shades of reds
In yellows and in brown
From Magic skies of mint
Every color spins new
In future clear as aquablue

May Nature Embrace you
Gently
So gently

Gently. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

All the strange beings on a space station.

En hommage à mes deux amis de SC: Damga et HyLGZ22 @user-618736932😉qui m’ont permis de ”poser ma voix” sur leurs excellentes pistes!
Instrumental: Damga 
Lyrics: DelhyA, Damga, HyLGZ22 et leurs collaborateurs
Vocals: DelhyA

Je vais oser être vraie
Je vais oser comme Joséphine et me la jouer façon bad gurl
(Je vais oser) et te proposer une romance erratique au son de mes mélodies nocturnes
Même s’il n est que 16h ce dimanche et que le soleil revient
Laisse moi t inviter dans la cathédrale de mes sons ecstatiques
Où je te jouerai la sweet polyphony de mes désirs
Te prenant ainsi dans les phares de mon clair de lune artificiel.

Welcome to my subspace
Où je ne te propose rien d autre que du love dans un magnetic cloud.
J’y ferai l éloge de ta rousseur en attendant que le rouge te monte aux joues
Bien sûr je ne te dirai pas lesquelles, ici je te l avoue…
Au gré de cette méditation guidée, nous allons jouer et nous élever
jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée,
Jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée….

Laisse moi te séduire au son de mes black keys et mes harmonies
Laisse-moi t’envoûter avec my dark smooth melody
Sous la douceur lunaire, je serai ta hiérophante adorée
Sous les étoiles endormies, tu seras bien vite piégé(e)
Au sein des vagues sublimes du storm de nos phéromones
Où tu n auras plus qu’à succomber aux sons de notre attraction musicale….

Ce soir my love soyons fantasques et frivoles
Ce soir my love ce sera juste: « relax and let me take control »

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TRANSLATION:

I'm going to dare to be true
I'm going to dare like Josephine and play the bad girl
And offer you an erratic romance to the sound of my nocturnal melodies
Even if it's only 4 p.m. this Sunday and the sun is back
Let me invite you into the cathedral of my ecstatic sounds
Where I'll play you the sweet polyphony of my desires
Taking you in the headlights of my artificial moonlight.

Welcome to my subspace
Where I offer you nothing but love in a magnetic cloud.
I'll praise your red hair while waiting for the red to rise to your cheeks
Of course, I won't tell you which ones, but I confess here...
Through this guided meditation, we will play and rise until the last drop has fallen, Until the last drop has fallen...

Let me seduce you with the sound of my black keys and my harmonies
Let me enchant you with my dark, smooth melody
Under the lunar sweetness I will be your beloved hierophant
Under the sleeping stars you will quickly be trapped
Within the sublime waves of the storm of our pheromones
Where you will only have to succumb to the sounds of our musical attraction…

Tonight, my love, let's be whimsical and frivolous
Tonight, my love, it will be just: "Relax and let me take control"

Electro Goddess (with Damga)

Drifting - where you wanted to be. Lay back and let the current take you down. Lounging on the floaty that is life while the world unravels underneath. An homage to vintage summer horror flicks and the absurdity of modern escape - brought to you by The Day Afters. 

Drifting

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Lyrics : Snow Man Dave
Music, instruments, vocal & mix : PJ Project

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