Originally a poem which was written by my beloved one. I thought in return I would like to make a little song out of it, so this is my humble attempt.



Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Morgen.
Flutest den Raum,
rüttelst mich sanft aus einem Traum,
bist der immer helle Impuls zum Erwachen.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Mittag.
Stehst im Zenit.
Und was auch immer geschieht,
Du bleibst der intensive Schein über meinem Schatten.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Abend,
das am Horizont noch schaut.
Entgleitest sanft meiner Haut
als ein warmer Strahl der Verlässlichkeit.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht bei Nacht,
vom Mond reflektiert.
Der wachende Schein, der mich flankiert,
auf dem Weg aus den dunkelsten Stunden.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.






Like sunlight
You are like  sunlight in the morning.
Flood the room,
gently shake me out of a dream,
you are the ever-bright impulse to awaken.
You are like  sunlight at noon.
You're at the zenith.
And whatever happens,
You remain the intense glow above my shadow.
You're like sunlight in the evening,
that still looks over the horizon.
Gently slipping away from my skin
as a warm ray of reliability.

Overnight until morning.

Overnight until morning.

Like sunlight
You're like sunlight at night,
reflected by the moon.
The watchful glow that flanks me,
on the way out of the darkest hours.
You're like the sunlight

Overnight until morning.

lyrics Maria Caroline Hutka

Wie Sonnenlicht

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

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I thought it would be nice to do a new recording of My Favorite Female that I did with the band Tibet in reverse in 2011. That version is a little further down if you scroll.
Here and now I have uploaded the new version. Instead of calling it a different version than the original, it has been given the British English spelling: My Favourite Female.

On the single, distributed to Apple Music, I also have an instrumental version of My Favourite Female. 

https://music.apple.com/se/album/my-favourite-female-single/1783534141


My Favourite Female

My favourite female makes me feel like I´m a king
When I´m with her I can almost play guitar and sing
No need for computers, just put me in a world
I will perform with my girl for a viewer beyond worlds

Have you seen her favourite brain
It´s organic with an image of a world
being drawn in every single moment
Hello world, she is thinking of you

She really doesn´t have to work on Monday
but she´s working in a digital network
She´s a real nowhere girl living in a nowhere world
making nowhere plans for nobody

My favourite female makes me feel like I´m a king
When I´m with her I can almost play guitar and sing
No need for computers, just put me in a world
I will face reality with my favourite girl

Have you seen my favourite waste of time
Let her go, let her go
I took a trip to the edge of this world
and I was thinking of you

Honey, would I lie to you, this is not a place
for a nowhere girl to be
The good guys are hiding in the shadows
Oh baby, it´s a wild, wild, wild, wild world

My favourite female makes me feel like I´m a king
When I´m with her I can almost play guitar and sing
No need for computers, just put me in a world
I will face reality with my favourite girl

My favourite female makes me feel like I´m a king
When I´m with her I can almost play guitar and sing
No need for computers, just put me in a world
I will perform with my girl for a viewer beyond worlds

Copyright Per Bronco Karlsson. All rights reserved.

My Favourite Female

Who Cooked the Cat ? - Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

Bill, Bob, Barry, and Beth are roommates, and once a week, on Saturday, they cook themselves a feast with a special meat. This week, they planned to prepare a rabbit meal. However, the disappearance of Furrball McFluff, their cat, went unnoticed—until a serious unease arose within the cooking team. 
So... who cooked the cat?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel 
Photography: Syrel, Microwave Oven Cook Book Cover (1987)

Musical notes: Yes I kind of borrowed a part of the main theme of Voyage to the bottom of the sea by Paul Sawtell but I also twisted it so much.

Who Cooked the cat ?

Strolling backwards

12-4-2025

L-Sweet Obsession

Marc M : paroles et musique
Marc M : voix, guitares, programmation

Attack

'Fields Of Passage' follows alternate themes through hybrid vignettes - instrumental tonescapes leaning into rural enclaves. The song "Hinterlands" is track 6 on the album and it captures a sojourn into wilderness stretches with easy guitar riffs, sweeping synth arcs and an upbeat, grounded percussion.

Strolling backwards

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