great job, loving the vocals and overall balance of the track

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

💥 One night a couple of cowardly Robot shape shifter snakes jumped me in an alley.after a fight that lasted nearly ten minutes I came out with an injured brain and a jaw smashed up my face looking like the Predator. 🤕
They ran off, and I got caught trying to chase them with what I thought was a knife but was a metal spatuala!  🔪🥄

Anyway, I didn't manage to catch them, and the vessel that is me maybe began it's decent into hell around that time... 🏨

But in this track - the Quatre Master represents God...the open ocean that flows through the cracks represents universal information....so the rest of my verse you can imagine is not about a ship sinking but an attack on me as a vessel and the collapse that follows...or societys collapse....or just a ship sinking is fine!  🔮 

Son of Lamechs Lyrics:


Conversing with any human hurting
Eventually, inserting these verses 
Into plenty closing curtains 
Certainly held back just me 
Verses many serpents bleak 
In hells Blackest Cancers
Searchin past the weakness 
Burning fast 
my feet are churnin' ash 
N bones of those who pass n go
Was built to last learn to pass foes
A stern vessel that can turn 
From blast n blows 
To close ! The flash of flames
Splash n explodes 
stacks of ammo packs 
N weapons cache exposed 
Ignite n smash through cracks 
So open ocean flows 
Inside that fracture 
No way back 
No way to close that chapter 
The hatch is froze 
And traped by rafters
Collapsed decks show 
The aftermath disaster 
Half the task is patch the radio
And ask the quatre master 
which way to go
I have the math 
But lost the grasp 
Of nautical maps n graphs 
I saw it all in a flash 
Fall into a ball Of all the universal forces 
Formin up the mass 
Before I fall upon my ass 
N crawl back up
Determined tall as fortress
To reconstruct
And rebuild weakend struts
To Reinforce against the enemys
Weak as fuck backed up
By plenty weekend sluts 
Get your butt cheaks stuffed 
With Detonator plugs 
1 squeak I'll disintegrate your guts
Into great Sprays and chunks
Is this the way you want 
To play your fucking trumps
The cards are dealt n they say jump
And some did ,n some knelt 
But some lived by how they felt
And lived to lift the veil 
My ship has sailed
 though all kinds of shit in hell
But lived to tell the tale 
the tale is this -
Heaven n hell exists
It's the thought that propels 
U Better watch what you wish 
N where your heading aswell
Because your thoughts can drift
Subconscious gripped 
by the cast of spells

Going Under AKA Gesture

Oceans

❤️"Love is not what you're thinking of."🖤

War Drum

Ganymede (2002)

You Can Make it feat. Andy Delos Santos

you are….          (c2025)

something I'm working on 
uncertain  times
  Much love to all Be safe G

Novissmis Diebus

MIX/MASTER - Mariosyjp

LYRIC

On the morning of July fifth
Year of seventeen seventy six
Did our fathers - our forefathers -
Wonder what first to fix

We the people it was stated
In declaring ourselves free
If you owned land as a white man
You were counted in that ‘we’

A new nation on that morn 
Saw its first sunrise 
A union by agreement 
Forged in trial and compromise

Each July 4, we grill hotdogs
And shoot fireworks across the skies
The next day we’re left with ashes
And a dream to realize
From July 5 1776

July 5, 1776

A track recorded at Bannerman Brewing in February 2025 as part of Vinterstudio.

Recording by: Jake Nicoll
Backup vocals: Claire Smith

Sleepless (Vinterstudio session)

A techno song for DJs created by me.

Black Night features 20 synths, 140 bpm, and a bass down lifter that's like a small earthquake. The vibrating bass that follows will shake the dust off your glasses in the cupboard.

Repost if you like it... Thanks

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You Can Make it feat. Andy Delos Santos

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