Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

LYRICS: 

(0:12) They say home is where the heart grows but home is where I've been hurt the most, 
(0:22) memories Cascade the walls, pictures of the past 
(0:27)Way before it all went wrong, why can't it last? 
(0:32) But we thread on and on, stitching ourselves up as the dawn goes tonight 
(0:41) The fire, spreads to the words. Words that destroy, it's a killing curse (0:50) Embers to hot to touch, touch 
(0:59) Doo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo 
(1:18) The beginning of the end when they don't listen, I called them a friend wishing on a dried and empty well
(1:29) Throw my change, now my pockets are as well 
(1:34) I have no one left, I've tried everything, I've cried in the search of the best 
(1:42) but only came out in more pain 
(1:46) Against the grain we pushed on 
(1:51) Away from the onslaught of red 
(1:56) Fire growing upon the bed we once made 
(2:06) If only you weren't always playing the game of charades 
(2:16) If only it could have lasted instead (2:25) If only, but I'm afraid I'm better off dead 
(2:35) They say, a lot of things
(2:40) but do they know, how the truth speaks? Volumes my friend, in volumes till the end
(2:54) They say, home was where the heart grows. This home is now where I hurt the most 
(3:03) A Ghost staring at memories 
(3:08) Speaking through the radio 
(3:10) Hoping that you'll remember me oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo 
(3:20) Hoping, I'm hoping that you'll oo-oo-oo stay true 
(3:33) Glad I know now what I've done, for at least I'll tell myself I'm not alone. Not at home. Not...

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When do you have the time to remember?
In the warmth of an ember.

whatever

It's in the key of 
Z

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Crimson Arcanum - Soul Grinder

When Im Gone Feat Josh West


You  woke in flames
Hearing demons laugh
your soul´s in chains
Eternal pain takes hold
You are dead
Feel the burning shame
And repent 

Now 

Your are going down 
You´ll be covered in flames 
Burning slow  
Your skin starts to melt
While you beg for forgiveness 
 
Welcome to hell, rise
This is my territory
Welcome to hell, rise
You are going to burn for me

Welcome to hell, rise
This is my territory
Welcome to hell, rise
You are going to burn for me 

Screams fill your ears
Regrets tear you apart
No escape from here
Doom consumes your heart
And darkness claims 
To be steady and feel the pain

Now

Your are going down 
You´ll be covered in flames 
Burning slow  
Your skin starts to melt
While you beg for forgiveness 

Fire brands your skin
Torment knows no end
This just begins
Punishment starts in pure darkness
I descend to you 
To claim your end

So

Welcome to hell, rise
This is my territory
Welcome to hell, rise
You are going to burn for me

Welcome to hell, rise
This is my territory
Welcome to hell, rise
You are going to burn for me

Your are going down 
You´ll be covered in flames  
Burning slow  
Your skin starts to melt
While you beg for forgiveness  

WELCOME TO HELL

Midnight (2004, 2025) – Listening to club music at night
With its pounding and memorable bassline, Midnight takes you back to a trance club in the late 90s. This after club track is perfect for a long drive home, keeping you awake and slightly euphoric, while not being extremely energetic. Midnight is a hymn to all night owls, who grew up in the golden era of trance and dreamhouse.

You can find this song on all streaming portals and on Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-midnight
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/midnight

This song is part of my album "Nightflight" which is available on all streaming platforms and Bandcamp.
https://too.fm/ndm-nightflight
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/nightflight

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, programming, production
Photography: Nadine de Macedo

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com

Nightflight

Midnight

My new song, which is based on my previous track "A beautiful dreamscape". For some, it may be mystical or even thought-provoking. I hope you like the sound. Enjoy listening.

Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6b_WwTZFT14

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/1DTlAnm8VMsiHX8wrMy22J?si=oND-mk7pT-qfb2y0m_m2SQ

Flight into the light

blue-beams

The voice from all your favorite movies/ previews/tv commercials! (Dave Parker)!

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🅸🅽🆃🆁🅾 By 𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕣 🏆

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)