The Long Malaise

Music Video - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftnpoQOER2M

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Musik & Text: Gabriel
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
OF THE LYRICS CAN BE FOUND HERE:
http://www.gabriel.land/gabriel-wir-liegen-in-der-nacht.htm

Wir liegen in der Nacht

Lyrics:

If I had company, I would be happy.
But I’d prefer time with you.
Though I’ve no enemies, those people scared me,
But now I feel things anew.
Cedars swaying, softly praying,
These are things we knew,
We have asked but no one answered,
Revealing what is true.

We seldom read poetry, but now we both see
We share a beautiful soul.
The greatest discovery we made in this century,
Was the desire to be whole.
Pines are swaying, creatures praying,
Finding their way through,
We have asked but no one answered,
Revealing what is true.
 
I have permission, I have no more wishes. 
We have each other, it appears.
Surrounded by grandeur we don’t want a saviour,
Only some calm through the years.
Meditation, rumination,
Gives me rest with you,
We both ask but, we need no answers,
Feeling what is true.

What Is True

Musique / Music performance : Christian Levitan
Paroles et chant / Lyrics and vocal : Lukowig

La défunte lumière repose sous cette nuit sans fin
où sillonne en silence un imposant navire
extirpant de l'écume les âmes qui chavirent
plus d'écran pour se protéger plus d'écran aux confins
d'un monde boudé de tous : assez à faire avec les affaires
bien assez que de ne pas cesser d'amasser des richesses éphémères.

Infâme
corruption d'âmes !..

Est-ce
ô
est-ce
le dernier signal ?
La glace fond par tonnes...
Sauvez nos âmes !

Est-ce
ô
est-ce
le signal final ?
Quid de la taxe carbone ?
Sauvez nos âmes !
Est-ce
ô
est-ce
le signal fatal ?
Le glas sonne...
Sauvez nos âmes !

Est-ce
le dernier signal ?

Murmures Nocturnes

Dernier Signal

Dernier Signal - Version Radio [Christian Levitan & Lukowig]

This started out as a piano piece in 2018 but then decided to expand it into a atmospheric piece when I was working on the Waiting CD.

Leaping Tiger Gorge

Lyrics:

Please give me a kiss that will be just right
Before the start of my interesting journey.
It’s important that I leave behind me
The tidy language from the past.
It doesn’t matter if you want to take pity	
On the illness that’s inside me,
Because I’m hungry for some assurance
That the impossible won’t be lost.

And I’m ready to travel the wide and the narrow,
Though I’m tired and my heart is for sale.
I was brushed by a light like a touch from a golden lamb,
That I may marry at the end of the tale.
Oooh in the darkness of the night,
Oooh brushed by a light.

I’m prepared to feel sick, something’s rotten,
Sometimes I sit down just to keep hold,
I feel drunk even though I was careful,
To stop digging into a hole.
There was suddenly something unpleasant,
Spending time at the top of the hill,
It’s like the same old terrible number,
On the receipt between zero and nil.

And I’m ready to travel the wide and the narrow,
Though I’m tired and my heart is for sale.
I was brushed by a light like a touch from a golden lamb,
That I may marry at the end of the tale.

Now I’ve journeyed through wet, dry and drier,
Gone by leg and by foot and by ear,
It’s been spicy and icy and toasty,
And the light’s drawing ever so near.

And I’m ready to travel the wide and the narrow,
Though I’m tired and my heart is for sale.
I was brushed by a light like a touch from a golden lamb,
That I may marry at the end of the tale.
Oooh in the heart of the night,
Oooh brushed by a light.

Brushed By A Light

“Cave Pop Ruckus”

A new age has risen
Myopic vision
Cavernous
Upon the cinder walls
Strange shadows crawl
Cadaverous
Light from a phantom hand
	Who bears the phantom hand?

Man and woman chained
Wide-eyed trained
Imaginous
Words come to mouth
Ideas to sprout
Garrulous
Words to a phantom pair
	Who put the words there?

Words are the tiny seeds that grow what your eyes see
Sight is the periscope that reveals what your mind probes
Mind is the machine that catalogues all meaning
The world is the extent of what you find as content

Marionettes and hand puppets
Dance to the latest pop ruckus

Narrative, so formatively normative
Is sung into our heads

I pull, you pull, pull away
From the chains that hold us prey

Crawling towards a light
That might lead us up, out, outside
(higher higher higher higher)

Outside the cave
Sunlight blaze
Wondrous
Things stand obscure
No longer sure
Ambiguous
Where is the truth here?
	Who tells the truth here?

He says this and she says that
It’s a competition of personality as well as of the facts
B-b-but

But first it’s a question of your epistemology
What’s certain to you may not be so to me
B-b-but

But then again we’re in the political domain
So matters philosophical have all gone down the drain
B-b-but

But first we must agree upon our terms
Without a common meaning
We’re just talking taking turns ... taking turns

Kion vi celas per tio

What do you mean by that?

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Cave Pop Ruckus

This is my first instrumental attempt of my new song. I've tried to connect two small tricky main part melodies. All other chords only serve as a transition to the new key. 

Update! Lyrics are finished and complete in the Song Zaubertraumjagd
- https://soundcloud.com/oli-boli-684914260/traumjagd-german-chasing-a-dream-by-oli-boli
- https://soundcloud.com/oli-boli-684914260/zaubertraumjagd-acoustic-piano-session

Oli Boli - Licht

unfinished complex song (instrumental demo Guitar + Piano)

Alternate version of a recent idea ("In The Forest Fair"):

Love was a bending flower
At the fading hour
A twilight song
Sun-starved for too long

Love was resolute
Digging a deeper root
A patient scheme
A bottomless stream
A paradox supreme

And where are we tonight?
Shall we shine some light?
Fragile yes, but strong
Our twilight song

And still we feel the fire
Down to the wire
This crazy flame
It warms our frame
Lights our way
Consumes us without shame

Love was a bending flower
At the fading hour
Fragile yes, but strong
That's our song
Our twilight song
Twilight song

Image by Christina Victoria Craft (Unsplash)

Our Twilight Song

From the Brahms' 3rd Racket album, "Glitter Salon” (Anyone like instrumentals in 11?)

What Is True

Cavebar