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Paco De Lucia - Entre Dos Aguas

Future or Past EP is now available!

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Future or Past

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Momentum

Some people carry around a secret, a carefully buried basic feeling or a wish that is locked away deep in the abyss of their soul. Often it is only when death is already in the doorway that they can bring up and communicate what has been hidden for so long.  
This is also what happened in this true story, in which a man can only tell his wife how he really feels about her just before he dies of cancer. 

Lyrics in English:

The Last Words

I'm lying here in hospice
Eaten up by cancer

I'm at stage four
I'm about to be killed 
Can't see anything more

My body fully tattooed
Now as skeletonized
My fitness-treated muscles

Mercilessly pureed 
I've never felt so strong
Yeah, I must be losing myself as a hero   

You sit at the edge of the bed
Swimming in a sea of tears
Yes this softness is incredibly difficult for me

You cried for me
Rhymed the most beautiful funeral poems for me
Lived for me the pain
With noble dignity

I'm stuck in a tank dress
Even in the deepest suffering
Can't I tell you how I feel

Fuck!
I'm a John Wayne idiot

I'm as good as dead
And it wants out
I push, cramp, swallow:
I love you

Don't look at me like that
I really mean it

There is no more repetition
I just die now
Please let me go

Somewhere in the next life
Let's meet for a beer
I promise you that
But please stay for a very long time- 

There!
Get the fuck out of here
I'm already dead in my grave

Cancer has won
Got me down

OKAY
No more fighting

I'm leaving now ahead of schedule
Cancer has freed me
Come black brother, take me with you
Wherever to go

Deutscher Originaltext:

Die letzten Worte

Lieg` hier im Hospiz
Vom Krebs zerfressen

Bin im Stadium 4
Gleich ist`s um mich geschehen 
Kann nichts mehr sehen

Mein Körper voll tätowiert
Nun wie skelettiert
Meine Fitness-gestählten Muckies

Gnadenlos püriert
Hab`mich noch nie so stark gespürt
Ja muß mich wohl als Held verlier`n

Du sitzt am Bettrand
Schwimmst im Tränenmeer
Ja dieses Weiche fällt mir unglaublich schwer

Hast für mich geweint
Die schönsten Trauergedichte gereimt
Lebtest für mich den Schmerz
Mit edler Würde

Steck´ im Panzerkleid
Selbst im tiefsten Leid
Kann ich Dir nicht sagen, was ich fühle

Fuck!
Bin ein John-Wayne-Idiot!

Bin so gut wie tot
Und es will heraus

Ich presse, krampfe, schlucke:
Ich liebe Dich

Schau`mich nicht so an
Ja das mein` ich wirklich

Ein nochmal gibts nicht mehr
Ich sterb` jetzt einfach
Lass` mich bitte gehen

Irgendwo im nächsten Leben
Treffen wir uns mal auf`n Bier

Das versprech` ich Dir
Doch bitte bleib` jetzt noch ganz lange – 

Hier!
Hau jetzt endlich ab
Lieg` schon tot im Grab

Der Krebs hat gesiegt
Hat mich untergekriegt

O.K.
Kein Kämpfen mehr

Geh` jetzt vor der Zeit
Der Krebs hat mich befreit

Komm nimm mich schwarzer Bruder
Egal wohin

Die Letzten Worte (The Last Words)

Die Letzten Worte (The Last Words) (Engl. Lyrics In The Intro)

In and out of the Port they go, Timeless
The fisherman casting nets,
The houses, Whitewashed in the setting sun
Beautiful Daughter, looking over a vast sea
Silver Hair blowing golden in the sunny breeze,

as she wonders,
What's real, what's not?
what is in between...
looking straight ahead,
You ought to know
if anyone does

She is courted by princes,
she only sees the Farmer's son,
the wandering one.
How fast things change, and how things never do
How can a mortal ever know?

and she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

How can a daughter ever know,
when it is love and when it is lust
When to guard when to trust?
Yes, it is obvious...

As the fisherman cast's a net, and she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

(Abdiel, may they never catch you.)
As She lets her Father go,
 she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

Asher by the Sea

step by step little by little....


In and out of the Port they go, Timeless
The fisherman casting nets,
The houses, Whitewashed in the setting sun
Beautiful Daughter, looking over a vast sea
Silver Hair blowing golden in the sunny breeze,

as she wonders,
What's real, what's not?
what is in between...
looking straight ahead,
You ought to know
if anyone does

She is courted by princes,
she only sees the Farmer's son,
the wandering one.
How fast things change, and how things never do
How can a mortal ever know?

and she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

How can a daughter ever know,
when it is love and when it is lust
When to guard when to trust?
Yes, it is obvious...if it's real

As the fisherman cast's a net, and she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

(Abdiel, may they never catch you)

As She lets her Father go,
 she wonders,
What's real, what's not
what is in between
You ought to know
if anyone does

Asher by the sea

Asher By The Sea Lyrical version

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Love Of The Green

This song is dedicated to one of my best friends. A fascinating person, but one who is permanently under the pressure of electricity, driven by a burning desire for deep inner peace and yet constantly restlessly searching. In one of our intensive conversations he said about himself: "My longing is holding me tight". - And in this way the title of this song was born. 
Yesterday he called me and said: “Karl, the Corona crisis is terrible on the one hand. It creates a lot of illness, financial threats and, due to the increasing restrictions on the exit, possibly an escalation of violence. 
On the other hand, the rapid disruption of everything that has been my daily habits forces me to face more of the three basic questions of life that I have been running away from so often:
Who am I really? How do I want to shape the relationship with my loved ones?And: What place do I basically want to take in society and the world?”
And then something happened that I had not known about him before: He paused, and there was a pleasant silence on the phone line. Finally he said: "You might be surprised; with all the shit that Corona brings with it, the forced deceleration associated with it does me a tremendous amount of good. I finally get a little bit of that inner peace I've always longed for.”
Maybe this little monologue of my friend will help all those who are struck with the Corona crisis (...and therefore me, too) to see in this current "world tsunami" also a chance for profound change...      
 

My longing is holding me tight

I am so drunk again.
Have just drained the whole Wissky

The Corrupting Scoundrels
Stand with me in a “fake flirtation”

My soul full of holes
Uninhabited and unfournished

My hands on endless search after a drop 
From the sea of love far away from me

The meadows in me full of scars
The skies inside me: Starless

The garish colours have been melted away
The once so wet womb is almost dried out

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

Alwas played for my life
Often I begged the moon

To float free for a second
For a moment, that happiness invites me

Used to sleep in tall trees
Built myself deep caves there

Sought peace among grazing sheeps
Confided in healers and gurus

Inside me the murmur of the graves
The sound of the demons howling

I'm eternally put off till later
Been fooled so many times by a will-o'-the-wisp

My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight

My longing is holding me tight

My Longing Is Holding Me Tight

For me sovereignty means: to stand back without taking off. Having an overview, a vision, a prudence and at the same time remaining in a deep connection with what I am currently looking at;
means for me: to float, a kind of flying, like becoming an eagle and at the same moment a centipede, who feels with every touch the earth that carries me;
means for me: to know my own possibilities and limits well, like a tightrope walker balancing the antinomies of life;
means for me: to become silent, to be peacefully still, to act and express myself by simply being there....and so it comes that this song gets along without words.   
While recording this song I imagined myself sitting on a mountain; completely alone and totally connected to what surrounds me. 
I hope that some of the sovereignty, as I understand it, comes across in this purely instrumental track.

Einleitung in deutscher Sprache:

Souveränität heißt für mich: Abstand nehmen, ohne abzuheben. Einen Überblick, eine Weitsicht, eine Umsichtigkeit haben und zugleich in einer tiefen Verbundenheit mit dem bleiben, was ich gerade betrachte;
heißt für mich: schweben, eine Art fliegen, wie zu einem Adler werden und im selben Moment ein Tausendfüßler sein, der mit jeder Berührung die Erde spürt, die mich trägt;
heißt für mich: Die eigenen Möglichkeiten und Grenzen gut kennen, wie ein Seiltänzer die Antinomien des Lebens austarieren;
heißt für mich: still werden, friedvoll schweigen, durch einfaches dasein wirken und sich ausdrücken.....und so kommt es, daß dieser Song mal ganz ohne Worte auskommt.   
Bei der Aufnahme dieses Songs habe ich mir vorgestellt, auf einem Berg zu sitzen; völlig alleine und völlig verbunden mit dem, was mich umgibt. 
Ich hoffe, daß von der Souveränität, wie ich sie verstehe, ein wenig in diesem reinen Instrumental-Track rüberkommt.

Souvereignty

Sovereignty

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