hadn’t we been drinking some
to wash down words
all we had gathered
awaiting to tell each one
what we had found
past those open graves
we‘ve walked and talked

I say, you say
and all we have in common

hold on tight, my little friend
I will listen when we meet again
solid air, my friend
say a secret and I’ll keep it safe again

and soon the bottles will bang on the doldrums 
while we both sit and joyously wonder
and we’ll grin and remember the hidden guns
and the others won’t see the conundrum

carelessly wild
carelessly wild

Carelessly Wild

Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night.

BPM135
Made with Acid Pro
I am a little worried that my machine will break down soon.

The Clock In A Slow Dream

"Wizzard"

Das 1. Bild eines neuen Märchens. Natürlich habe ich hierzu ein Programm entworfen, das ich aber aus technischen Gründen nicht abbilden kann. Es geht im 1. Bild um einen jungen Königssohn, der in Verblendung Herr des Grünen Feuers werden will, ohne dazu bereits hinreichend ausgebildet zu sein. Das Feuer erkennt, dass es sich aus der Knechtschaft der Zauberergilde befreien kann, und nimmt Besitz von Arnoth. Niemand ahnt, wer hinter dem neuen Lächeln und Handeln wirklich wohnt. Das Böse stiftet ihn bald an, einen jungen Säugling zu töten, der Arnoths Platz beim Orden beansprucht hätte. Seine Tat wird jedoch entlarvt, er wird verbannt - und schwört seinen Eltern und Geschwistern Tod und Untergang.

opus 143,1 - Das Seenland von Voldenthal

The Waltz (our Memories)

Dear friends, I have noticed that I worry and cherish all children more the older I get! I believe it is a biological function for the preservation of humanity!
I wrote this song 7 years ago. I had to add a verse at the end.

The Children Play

The children play - in the shadow of the war.
They kick their ball - among the ruins,
in the shadows of the war.
Believe it or not - kids might forget the war.
They learn when it´s safe - to be out in the street,
and sometimes they might  find a fair flower
to give to their little mom.

The children play - in the shadow of the war.
It is so strange - they seem adapted
to the shadows of the war.
Kids suffer a lot - they may be hungry.
When buddies turn up they show smiles in their face,
They always keep together in all weather,
and share their last dime with their friends.

The children play - in the shadow of the war.
Kids are so brave when they are injured,
in the shadows of the war.
Kids struggle around - even with plastered legs,
and if they can´t move - they can play with the cards
They hope that the future will bright be,
the weapons will buried be.

The children stopped - the playing late this year
                      D.                  1/2G.   1/4D1/4A D.  
it has become - a hell around them
D.            D.                    1/2G.   D
in the shadows of the war
          1/2G.     1/4D1/4AD.     D
the suffering is too huge - no one forgets the war
        A.                      G.                       D.           A
they have lost many friends - and relatives as well
                 D.               C.                 G.               D
They hope that the future will bright be,
         D.                    A.              D.     G
the weapons will buried be.
          D.               A.        D

The Children play in the shadow of the war

Claws, Pause/Paws Hold

Dimittas

Musik (Gitarren): DaFlash
weitere Instrumente: Gabriel
Text & Gesangsmelodie: Gabriel
DaFlash auf Soundcloud: @user-494125290
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
OF THE LYRICS CAN BE FOUND HERE:
http://www.gabriel.land/gabriel-erdenkind.htm

Erdenkind

Understanding

Right now, this track perfectly expresses my current emotions. It’s a reflection of where my head is at the moment - a bit melancholic and scattered.

The name is fitting because I’m not fully engaged or focused. Sometimes that happens and you just have to let yourself drift along. Allow events to unfold naturally, without interference. 

Peer beneath the façade and reveal a calmness that nourishes the desire to thrive and flourish with its own natural rhythm.

Adrift Between Timeless Realms

Middle aged and self taught. Started playing at the age of 5, with a kind of "halt" between 19 and 45, but found the priceless love of sound again. In early days I played a bit in theater settings. Love to "mould" music rather than "compose". Quite ok with making music as an individual and therapeutic activity, but if you are a cellist, viola-player, flutist, experimental vocalist or "field recorder" - please reach out :-). 

Contact: realbrodert@yahoo.com

Dimittas

Broder T