Berührende Geschichte, bezaubernd zart musikalisch untermalt.

ja was soll man sagen - unfassbares Wiedererkennungslevel - ich finds richtig gut

was für ein schöner Song… so lieblich und doch auch melancholisch🙏🏼

Sehr schönes lied Karl. Ich fange wieder neu an. Happy new year 2025 🌹🔥🎶

schöne Idee ein Lied über diesen Pärchen zu schreiben, es errinert mich auf meinem Bruder (Asperger) und seine Frau (bipolar), sehr schönes Lied

WHAT A DAY!
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MIND WATCHING YOUR ELBOW X Pumpupthemind - WHAT A DAY

“The Lord (You Gotta Move)” is an adaptation of the blues song from Mississippi Fred McDowell, released on the Rolling Stones “Sticky Fingers” album.
As blues and Celtic instruments match very well together, I've adapted and arranged this mystical tune with an addition of bagpipe, bombard an Irish whistle.
This track is a second version with new arrangements and instrument (bombard) of the one already released on the album "Scots Wha Hae" (2022).
—
"The Lord (You Gotta Move)" est une adaptation de la chanson de blues de Mississippi Fred McDowell, sortie sur l'album "Sticky Fingers" des Rolling Stones.
Comme le blues et les instruments celtiques se combinent très bien, j'ai adapté et arrangé cette mélodie mystique en ajoutant une cornemuse, une bombarde et une flûte irlandaise.
Ce single est une deuxième version avec de nouveaux arrangements de la piste sortie sur l'album "Scots Wha Hae" (2022).
--
Credits:
Traditional & Mississippi Fred McDowell & Reverend Gary Davis as “You Gotta Move”
Recording, arrangements, mix and mastering by Eric Maclewis

The Lord (You Gotta Move)

Chant : Paul Le Meur; Trompette : Denys Danielidès; Saxophone : Maxime Jaslier; Trombone : Thomas François; Basse : Julien Hervé; Batterie : Nicolas Sibaud; Clavier et composition : Pierre Lacroix; Prise de son et mixage : Michaël Clergeot.

Une fille dans la ville

Introduction in English

Many of them were persecuted, oppressed, tortured or even murdered. 
But many of them escaped their perpetrators and potential butchers and emerged even stronger from these struggles for survival. 
And especially at a time when the tyrannical powers are raising their heads again, when a repressive right-wing shift is taking place all over the world, they are more important than ever;
In their unmistakable clarity, their healthy stubbornness, their intuitive knowledge to protect the all-encompassing love and vitality in the world from the destructive forces of fascist systems.
With my song I want to encourage all free spirits to show themselves even more and to go forward. And I want to encourage all listeners of this song to open up more to their own free-spirited side.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Free spirits

They never let themselves be bent
Never let any repression get them down

They have a keen sense
For what is real or just false adornment

They follow their own tracks
They tick according to their own clocks

They are with themselves and yet open-minded
They change and remain true to themselves

Often stand on their head
Don't like to swim with

Every ancient braid
Is sprayed with color
Until it burns out

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable

They dream with their eyes open
Make a thousand mistakes, seem to be no good

Are often still unrecognized, banished from the grill plate
Yet they sparkle beneath the sand  

They are often underestimated
Violated in their dignity
Abandoned in the forest by the mainstream
They wear orchids 
Can see in the dark
Can walk blind on clouds

Are outraged alive
Say out loud what bothers them

Are driven by love
For themselves, the humans and the world

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable
lay down in the light
lay down in the light
Lay
Down
In
The 
Lieght

Deutscher Originaltext:

Freigeister

Sie lassen sich niemals verbiegen
Von keiner Repression unterkriegen

Sie haben ein feines Gespür
Für das was echt ist oder nur falsche Zier

Sie folgen Ihren eigenen Spuren
Sie ticken nach Ihren eigenen Uhren

Sie sind bei sich und doch aufgeschlossen
Sie wandeln sich und bleiben sich treu

Stehen oft auf dem Kopf
Schwimmen ungerne mit

Jeder uralte Zopf
Wird mit Farbe besprüht
Bis er verglüht

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt

Sie träumen mit offenen Augen
Machen tausend Fehler, scheinen nichts zu taugen

Werden oft noch verkannt, vom Grillteller verbannt
Dennoch funkeln sie unter dem Sand  

Gerne werden sie unterschätzt
In ihrer Würde verletzt
Vom Mainstream im Wald ausgesetzt
Sie tragen Orchideen 
Können im Dunkeln sehen
Können auf Wolken blind gehen

Sind lebendig empört
Sagen laut, was sie stört

Sind von Liebe getrieben
Für sich, die Menschheit und die Welt

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In 
Das
Licht
Gelegt

Freigeister (Free Spirits)

"19th. Degree Blues" (Jack Miller) [05.06.24]
Counting Coup
(c) 2024 Cenote Music

19th. Degree Blues [05.06.24]

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/il-ny-a-rien-voir
Translation above

Texte : Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Text: Isabelle Le Gouic, from the group Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847 
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Introduction in English:
For many, November is the worst month. I particularly like it because it is the month that best expresses the Buddhist mantra of "And the end is the beginning". In November, almost all the trees are bare and most plants have faded. But in this "destruction" lies the seed of new life. 
November is the month that most clearly demonstrates that we sometimes have to radically let go of beliefs and attitudes that no longer help us move forward so that we can reposition ourselves and continue to develop.
And this month also makes it clear that we must fully accept dying and death as facts in order to keep the flywheel of life, which goes far beyond us, running. 
At the age of 60, I am still in the "October of life". However, October is already knocking strongly on the door of the unstoppable transformation processes that reach their climax in November. 
The song "Autumn is here" summarises these thoughts in the form of a French chanson. I chose this form because, in my view, the French language and the genre of the chanson come closest to the basic existential themes of life.

Lyrics in English (For those, who don’t speak French)

Autumn is here

Everything falls, nothing holds
Nothing stands, it's already late
The green turns gray, the weather wet and rough
The flock of birds moves away into the warm blue

This morning I was full of energy
Tonight I'm tired
My garden of life will soon be withered
One little spark still glows
That still drives me and pulls me forward 

Autumn is here
The gray hair
Lies damp in the drain sieve

Autumn is here
The cataract
looks at me in the mirror

The fields are bare
The faces pale
The tree trunk breaks
In the middle of the poem

The clock runs down
The meadow lies fallow

The car groans
The eye runs and tears

The children look pityingly
The morning sun grins
Nothing you can gain 
Gain
The raven peeks
Around the corner, nods at you

Französischer Originaltext:

L'automne est là

Oui, tout tombe
Rien qui tienne
Il n'y a plus rien
C'est déjà tard

Le vert devient gris
Le temps humide et rude
La nuée d'oiseaux 
S'en va vers le bleu chaud

Ce matin, j'étais à fond
Ce soir, je suis fatigué
Le jardin de ma vie 
va bientôt se faner

Une dernière étincelle brille
qui me pousse et m'entraîne en avant

L'automne est là
Les cheveux gris
Se trouve dans le siphon

L'automne est là
La cataracte se rapproche
Me regarde dans le miroir
L'automne est là

Les champs sont nus
Les visages sont pâles
Le billot se brise
Au cœur du récit

L'horloge retarde
Le fond du pré est en friche
La voiture gémit
Les yeux sont pleins de pus

Les enfants regardent avec pitié
Le soleil matinal se moque de toi
Il n'y a rien d'autre que tu puisses gagner
Le corbeau regarde 
Au coin et il te fait un signe de tête

L'automne est la (Autumn is here)

Composer: Karl Heimgartner Date: January 20th, 2024 / © Copyright
Genre: Rock 
Single: 2024
Track: 9.
Title: I Am a Time Traveler 
Lyrics: Karl Heimgartner
My workstation with: Presonus Studio One 5 Professional and LANDR Studio Montreal Canada.

MTM has mastered real music production.
Mixed by Christine Sampson
Mastered by Alessandro Giordano from MTM

I hope my fans like this rock song.
I sent the finished track and 31 stems for mixing and mastering
to MTM Mastering True Music Production in Spain.
Listen to the professional result.
It worked very well. A very nice team from Spain.
Thank you for the cooperation, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production

https://masteringtruemusicproductions.es/

https://karl-heinz-heimgartner.jimdosite.com/

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I Am A Time Traveler

Introduction in English:
One of my oldest friends was diagnosed with Asperger's autism as a teenager. And almost everyone told him that he would have to stay alone for the rest of his life because he was incapable of love and relationships due to his illness. 
He also increasingly gave up hope that he would ever be able to find a life partner. He often described to me with sorrow that he kept falling in love and longed for a romantic relationship, but that he often felt like he was under a glass bell, which cut him off from closer contact with women. 
And when he had already let go of the hope of ever finding a woman at his side, he met "Lilli" at the age of almost 60; a woman who, like him, is very unique and has been described by many people around her as quite quirky and eccentric.
The lyrics to this wonderfully unconventional love affair make use of many metaphors and symbols from the world of plants and nature. It is also the way Freddy & Lilli often communicate with each other, as they find direct communication too threatening.
I hope that my song Freddy & Lilli will help the two of them to grow old together lovingly. And basically that the song will give hope to all those who are currently lonely and longing for an intimate partnership.

Lyrics in English_

Freddy & Lilli

The rapeseed fields are wide
The yellow light, it scatters
The streets are blue
The morning dew glistens peacefully

The fences open
No more curtains
The entrance is free
The birds make themselves heard

And the trees are full of stories for you
They bend down their branches
And they carry you gently through the first night of love

Freddy & Lilli
Mmh, Mmh, Mmh, Mmh

The rock gardens are
Blind in the bloom of love
Their time is over
From deep below a cry

That bursts the deathbed
That receives first life
The asbestos carpet breaks

A face slips up and it speaks:
Let the armour of gold come off
Let us kneel down
Feel the grace of the sparkle
Protected by the moss forest
Be a bridge of light

Freddy & Lilli
Mmh, Mmh, Mmh, Mmh

Deutscher Originaltext:

Freddy & Lilli

Die Rapsfelder sind weit
Das Gelblicht, es streut
Die Strassen sind blau
Friedlich glänzt der Morgentau

Die Zäune gehen auf
Keine Vorhänge mehr
Der Einlaß ist frei
Die Vögel verschaffen sich Gehör

Und die Bäume sind voll von Geschichten für Euch
Sie neigen ihre Äste herab
Und sie tragen Euch sanft durch die erste Liebesnacht

Freddy & Lilli
Mmh, Mmh, Mmh, Mmh

Die Steingärten sind
Im Liebesblühn‘ blind
Ihre Zeit ist vorbei
Von tief unten ein Schrei

Der das Totenbett sprengt
Erstes Leben empfängt
Der Asbestteppich bricht

Ein Gesicht schlüpft empor und es spricht:

Laß‘ den Goldpanzer ziehn‘
Lass uns niederknien
Die Gnade des Funkens verspürn‘
Vom Mooswald beschützt
Eine Leuchtbrücke sein

Freddy & Lilli
Mmh, Mmh, Mmh, Mmh

Freddy & Lilli

Composer :   Karl Heimgartner Dat : 22.01. 2024  / © Copyright              
Interpret: Karl Heinz – Heimgartner 
Genre: Pop 
Single: 2024
Track : 13
Title:     Ich Liebs Meer 
Lyrics:  Karl Heimgartner / Swiss German language

My workstation with: Presonus Studio One 5 Professional and LANDR Studio Montreal Canada.

MTM has mastered real music production.
Mixed by Christine Sampson
Mastered by Alessandro Giordano from MTM

I sent the finished track and 33 stems to MTM Mastering True Music Production in Spain for mixing and mastering.
Hear the desired result from the nice MTM team from Spain.

Thank you for the cooperation, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production

https://masteringtruemusicproductions.es/

https://karl-heinz-heimgartner.jimdosite.com/

https://open.spotify.com/track/4aLtGIXZVKDpsvdMinRnFr?si=19255bc975e54fcb

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Ich Liebs Meer

The Guy in the middle of the picture is Rex Stratton from Clinton Iowa USA....He is a friend on Facebook and once wrote a vivid description of life by the Mississippi River and how when the Snow floats from Minnesota come downriver they  transform the polluted waters in a magic way! 
We wrote the song based on his words! 
This is an acoustic version featuring Paul Frost, Helen Hall and Max Jones.


Minnesota Snow

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.

Freddy & Lilli

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

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