Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

A guitar recipe that creates a savory tang with chord voicings and spicy licks.

Safe Word Master 1

Music by Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

Lyrics & Vocals by Cosmic Keanu

Prodigal Son

In the dark 
I stumbled blindly
Painful lessons
without you

Empty reasons, 
Endless deceptions
They all talked
as If they knew

What they lacked 
is now apparent
What they sold 
was not the Truth

I searched blindly
in despair,
Only to find you
waiting there

[chorus]
Jesus, 
You are the Bread of Life,
who believes in You has found the light
You are the Bread of Life,
that which endures to eternal life

I hungered and 
I was thirsty,
my soul was dim, 
my heart was weak

My sins were many,
I was fallen
It’s through grace
that I’m still here

I look back, 
my chains are broken
The pain has eased,
You erased my fear

Now it all fits 
so seamlessly
Those who believe
are forever free

Prodigal Son (Paploviante & Cosmic Keanu)

Produced, arranged, mix and master by hLo(@hLo-64)
Music, Lyrics & Vocals: Hervé Louradour
French lyrics and English traduction below...

Cela fait dix ans que cette chanson sommeille dans un carton,
Un fragment de pensée, une esquisse d’émotion.
Aujourd’hui, je la sors de son cocon,
Pour lui donner des ailes, enfin, après tant d’attente.

Certaines paroles n’ont pas besoin de sens,
Elles viennent, comme un souffle, comme un instant.
Tout est parti d’une phrase, une seule, qui me hantait :
« Le Temps qui passe n’efface pas
Les traces, de l’absence des cadences,
Ni l’enfance.
Endormis, impuissants que nous sommes,
Nous, les Hommes. »

Les Papillons…
Ils me fascinent.
De la chenille fragile et prisonnière,
Émerge un être libre,
Qui craque sa chrysalide,
Déploie ses ailes et s’envole.

Leur vie est brève, à peine 15 jours,
De l’œuf à la lumière,
Un parallèle troublant,
Avec nos existences fragiles et fugaces.
Nous aussi,
Nous sommes des Papillons.

Lyrics ---------------------
COMME DES PAPILLONS:
Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces 
De l’absence des cadences 
Ni l’enfance
 Endormis impuissants que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’élimine pas les âmes 
Ni les blâmes 
Etonnés par les ombres que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Refrain (X2):
 Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’orée du jour

Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces
 Des désirs si tenaces
 Qui nous lassent
 Emportés par les vagues qui nous assomment 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’empêche pas l’errance
 De nos rêves 
Qui s’achèvent
 Décimés par nos guerres imbéciles  
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’Orée du jour

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Ten years ago, this song lay dormant in a drawer,
A fragment of thought, a sketch of emotion.
Today, I release it from its cocoon,
To finally give it wings, after so much waiting.

Some words don’t need meaning,
They come like a breath, like a fleeting moment.
It all began with a single phrase, one that haunted me:
"Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans"

Butterflies…
They fascinate me.
From a fragile, imprisoned caterpillar,
Emerges a free being,
Breaking its chrysalis,
Unfurling its wings, and taking flight.

Their lives are brief, barely 15 days,
From egg to light,
A troubling parallel,
With our fragile, fleeting existences.
We too,
Are butterflies.

Lyrics ---------------------
LIKE BUTTERFLIES 
Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces 
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans

Time goes by
Doesn’t obliterate the souls
Nor the blames
Stunned as we are by our shadowy figures
We Humans

Refrain. 
 We then stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Time goes by
Doesn’t erase the traces 
Of stubborn desires
That wear us down
Benumbed  as we are by rolling waves 
We humans

Time goes by
And our dreams keep wandering
So close to their end
Wiped out by our domestic feuds
We Humans

Then we stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Traduction par Gérard Hugues

Comme des Papillons

Don't Be Cruel Elvis Presley cover

The time we have to live and be with our loved ones is actually very short, but there are many people who ruin it by destroying themselves. I wish I wasn't like that.

a ruined wish

Je reviend et je reviendrai encore et encore......
ceci est une maquette..
tout instruments texte et composition sont de Moi 😁 
je suis heureux de vous retrouver.
bisous 

l'insouciance

This is the second track off the trilogy album set “There to here (pt3)” called “Roll away the clouds”. It would be appreciated if you could listen to the track, and if you like, please comment and repost
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2cm73t1Dyj1B3KYwT0cckU?si=99ae7d29ac774757
Youtube: https://youtu.be/z3xllDlNGdA
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics:
Verse 1
When the summer comes to rest
I feel so fulfilled, I feel so blessed
I’ve a new pair of shoes and a coat for a king
I’ve a house I call home and a wedding ring

Verse 2
All those blues just float away
This is gonna be another great day
I can see to the future with positive thought
From deep in the soul I thank brotherly support

Middle 8
Who can take away our dreams
We work so hard like soulless machines
Roll away the clouds let the sunshine in
Roll away the clouds hear birds sing
I’m just like any other 
Somewhere we have someone.
(Last time)
We’re all like a daughter and son 

Verse 3
Years can come and years may go 
Seasons change from sun to snow
I wouldn’t change a thing. That wouldn’t be me
At last I’ve found stability.


There to here  Pt. 3

Roll away the clouds

Living for the Fire

Para escuchar la versión de estudio https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/si-somos-amigos-1
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/si-somos-amigos
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/sisomos-amigos-version-original-ver-texto

SI… SOMOS AMIGOS

Sin darnos cuenta
el tiempo ha pasado
el día ha llegado
y la vida no espera;
ni espera el destino
ni la realidad se detiene:
el mundo camina perdido
y si alguien cansado se siente
se queda en el camino.

Y tú, mi última esperanza,
con voz rota y temblorosa
me dices adiós, pero tu boca
susurra con desconfianza:
“hasta que vuelvas, amor mío,
si es que aún somos amigos”

Hoy a mi mente
se acerca el recuerdo
de todo aquel tiempo
que me hablabas de frente
y que me decías
con seguridad y firmeza
“la fe en uno mismo implica
tener la completa certeza
del ser en quien confías”

Y hoy, el miedo a la distancia
hace que pronuncies frases
que hieren mi ser como un sable
clavado dentro de mi alma,
porque denotan que la duda
te atrapó y eres ya suya.

Y tú, mi última esperanza,
con voz rota y temblorosa
me dices adiós, pero tu boca
susurra con desconfianza:
“hasta que vuelvas, amor mío,
si es que aún somos amigos”

YES… WE ARE FRIENDS

Without realizing
it time has passed
the day has arrived
and life does not wait;
nor does destiny
wait nor does reality stop:
the world walks lost
and if someone feels tired
they stay on the road.

And you, my last hope,
with a broken and trembling voice
you say goodbye to me,
but your mouth
whispers with distrust:
“until you come back, my love,
if we are still friends”

Today my mind
reminds me of the memory
of all that time
when you spoke to me face to face
and told me with certainty and firmness
“faith in oneself implies
having complete certainty
of the being in whom you trust”.

And today, the fear of distance
makes you pronounce phrases
that hurt my being
like a sabre stuck inside my soul,
because they denote that doubt
has caught you and you are already its.

And you, my last hope,
with a broken and trembling voice
you say goodbye to me,
but your mouth whispers with distrust:
“until you come back, my love,
if we are still friends”

Si somos amigos AC (Feat. MV)

Too much doom and gloom in our tracklist as of late. So here's a rendition of @randynewman legendary theme song. Would like to thank @five_eish for convincing me and Dave to learn the parts and also for playing the bass line. Hope we don't get shut down for posting this, but oh well. Hope y'all like it!

Monsters Inc. (Randy Newman Cover)

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.

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

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