Very creatic combination of ambient and EDM-Elements....

C'est tout simplement excellent. Un bien beau travail et du plaisir à écouter. Joli travail.

Fire. These tracks are what I always look forward to.

Purple Dreams

Introduction in English:
A few years ago, one of my best friends almost died as a result of his alcohol addiction. One autumn day, almost exactly 20 years ago, I wanted to visit him in his small Berlin apartment, because I had not been able to reach him by phone for days and he did not respond to my mails. I was very worried about him. 
Since the door was open, I was able to get into his apartment, which was completely devastated and partly badly damaged. 
As I heard later, he had gone completely crazy after a repeated alcoholic excess. Neighbors had called the police, who then took him to the closed psychiatric ward. 
This low point in his life also meant a decisive turning point for him. Since that day, he has remained sober and has not touched a drop of alcohol. 
During one of our musical jam sessions this year, he asked me to write a song that would help him to better understand this time of self-destruction and to integrate it more into his life story. 
The result is this song "Naked".....  

Lyrics in English

Naked

Almost like broken glass
The curtain grayed and already wet

The door to the entrance bent

Under the brass knuckles completely naked

Your table is painted black with pitch
Your Fender paid with life

On the floor badly injured guitars

Under the scream of rage only naked

The walls you have smeared with the signs of war
In a drug rush you sensed diabolic forces in you

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected naked

The hinges of your cabinets are shattered
Your sink is rusting silently

From the sofa the wool pushes itself

The light bulb shimmers completely naked

Your umbrella is overstretched
Food scraps stick to the edge of your plate

In your folders like weeds papers
In the entrance the rats already are on lookout

You have put the cloak of darkness all around you
Got excited by the thrill of wanting to destroy

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected 
naked, naked, naked!


Deutscher Originaltext:

Nackt

Fast wie zerbrochenes Glas
Der Vorhang ergraut und schon nass

Die Türe zum Eingang verbogen

Unter dem Schlagring ganz nackt

Dein Tisch ist mit Pech schwarz bemalt
Deine Fender hat mit dem Leben bezahlt

Am Boden schwer verletzte Gitarren

Unter dem Wutschrei nur nackt

Die Wände hast Du mit den Zeichen des Krieges beschmiert
Im Drogenrausch diabolische Kräfte in Dir aufgespürt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

Den Thanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos nackt

Die Scharniere Deiner Schränke zerborsten
Deine Spüle ist stumm am verrosten

Aus dem Sofa drängt sich die Wolle

Die Glühbirne schimmert ganz nackt

Dein Regenschirm ist überspannt
Essensreste kleben am Tellerrand

In Deinen Ordnern wie Unkraut Papiere
Im Eingang stehen die Ratten schon Schmiere

Hast Dir den Mantel der Dunkelheit ganz umgelegt
Hast Dich am Kick des Zerstören wollens erregt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

DenThanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos 
nackt, nackt, nackt!

Nackt (Naked)

Fireworks recorded from my apartment, Montreal, on 2011/07/27.

Recorded with a Zoom H4n (wide pattern setting, kind of like a wide angle lens, but for sound), 16 bit stereo WAV format, 44,1 kHz sampling rate.

P.S. The picture may be misleading, my home does not offer a view of the marina ; )

Gigantic Popcorn

Introduction in English:

A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining. 
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery. 
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....    

Lyrics in English:

Self-pity (I feel pity for myself) 

I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do

I'm navel gazing 
I'm lonely without a woman

I feel pity for myself

I have no time for anything else but me.

I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me

Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn

I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)

I have no time for anything else but me

The blind date last night was a flop as usual 
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?

I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me

No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:

I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

I really don't have time for anything else but me.

At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.

Uuh!

I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,

Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out

I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)

I really, really don't have time for anything else but me


Deutscher Originaltext:

Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)

Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.

Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau

Ich tu mir leid

Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit

Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann

Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht

ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.

Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?

Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir

Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:

ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit

Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest

Uuh!

Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott  mich endlich sieht

Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus

ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)

Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit

Selbst-Mitleid (Self-Pity)

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

Rastafarian Reggae tune
titled:When It Gets Hard
lyrics and singing by:Sennid
riddim, mix and mastering by:IrieWeb Sounds
inspired by:JAH RASTAFARI H.I.M. HAILE SELASSIE I 1st

SENNID AND IRIEWEB SOUNDS - WHEN IT GETS HARD

Introduction in English:

Last summer I went wandering in the Black Forest with my oldest friend. After a long day of walking, we stopped at a rather musty inn.   
We were chewing on the overcooked pasta casserole when suddenly the door opened and a young lady entered the inn. With her noble and elegant-delicate appearance she did not fit at all to the stuffy environment.
She sat down together with her family, who hermetically sealed her off, at the next table.
My friend and I immediately had the same association of a "sad beauty". On the outside, she seemed to hold herself together like an extremely well-formed porcelain figure. In her being, however, she seemed deeply lonely, isolated, and almost broken to us.  
For a very brief moment, our eyes met. And in this millisecond-eye gaze into her soul, this chanson was born.  
Since this young woman would have fit more into the Versailles chateau culture of the late 18th century, I sing this chanson in a frail French.

Lyrics in English (for those who don't speak French)

Sad Beauty

You sit there, upright, as if oiled
The hair tamed, strictly gelled

Behind the glazed look,
A shadow falls back
On misfortune

Your face marbled,
Brightly made up, highly decorated
like a disused fairy tale lake
like a nestless animal

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom

Sad Beauty, Sad Beauty, so sad

Your little daughter sits to your left
Wants your answer, but you are silenced

Your mother feeling is completely drained

Your parents look at you
They can't reach you anymore
Your sister is shaking at your garden gate
Even from your beloved ones you are cut off

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom
Sad beauty, sad beauty, so sad

Sad Beauty

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Rastafarian Reggae Tune!
titled:Zion High
lyrics and singing by:Sennid
riddim mix and mastering by:IrieWeb Sounds
inspired by:JAH RASTAFARI H.I.M. HAILE SELASSIE I 1st

SENNID & IRIEWEB SOUNDS - "ZION HIGH" 20125 RIDDIM

Love in a coma

Introduction in English:

Most recently, after a long time, I was at the "Black Cafe" on Berlin's Kurfürstendamm. And as I sat there, I remembered a scene from my life that was the starting point for the song "Treason:
About 25 years ago I'm sitting one Saturday morning at three o'clock in the Black Cafe. Although I hardly ever drink alcohol, I'm drinking my third glass of vodka to wash down the increasingly painful shock of a triple betrayal: 
My wife betrayed our fidelity alliance because she cheated on me. My best friend betrayed our friendly loyalty because my wife cheated with him. And finally, I betrayed myself by taking poor care of myself and blindly trusting them.
The associated feeling of "nothing is the same as it was before" and "everything that seemed so right now appears wrong, upside down, or in shambles..." I have tried to express with this song.

Treason

Red light turns blue
Discreetly, data is stolen
The upright mountain 
Is in truth a tiny garden gnome

The handshake firm yet shallow
A promise that gives way to crime
A gold bar suspiciously light
Wryly calibrated

The walking stick breaks
A black spider - wanders into the light

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth is ordered

A work of art seduces 
Adorned with the signs of lies
A garden squints colourfully
And yet has false teeth in its mouth

A blossoming rose already withered
The topping-out feast with rotten beams
A trumpeter who blows on a comb
Freshly bared

The embraced strangled
The most familiar dies

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth orders

Treason

Introduction in English:

My Jewish mother spent her life trying to suppress her traumatic childhood in the Shanghai ghetto. She survived the Holocaust there under the most inhumane conditions. 
On one day she did not succeed in repressing it. She visited the Jewish Museum with me in Berlin. When she entered the "Room of Exile", her whole body began to tremble. Tears and the pain that had been held back for decades literally burst out of her. She then left this room almost like a flight and could only with difficulty be calmed down again by me and brought back to the present. 
This event and the attempt to put myself in the deeply wounded Jewish soul of my mother, which lay open for a moment in the "room of exile", inspired me to write this song. 

Introduction in German:

Meine jüdische Mutter hat ihr Leben lang immer wieder versucht, ihre traumatische Kindheit im Ghetto von Shanghai zu verdrängen. Sie hat dort den Holocaust unter menschenunwürdigsten Bedingungen überlebt. 
An einem Tag gelang ihr das verdrängen nicht. Sie besuchte mit mir in Berlin das jüdische Museum. Als Sie den "Raum des Exils" betrat, begann ihr ganzer Körper zu zittern. Aus ihr brachen regelrecht die Tränen und der jahrzehntelang immer wieder zurückgehaltene Schmerz heraus. Sie verließ dann geradezu fluchtartig diesen Raum und konnte nur mit Mühe wieder von mir beruhigt und in die Gegenwart zurückgebracht werden. 
Dieses Ereignis und der Versuch, mich in die tief verwundete jüdische Seele meiner Mutter hineinzuversetzen, die für einen Moment im "Raum des Exils" offenlag, hat mich zu diesem Song inspiriert.

From The Middle Of My Jewish Soul

From Paris With Love !!!
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