Longing and Belonging

Apr 21 Freak Radio playlist

My April Favs

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Best of the Cloud 03 04 2021

TAKING CARE OF EVERYTHING

15 Seconds Of Glory

When Legpuppy asked if I fancied remixing another of their tracks, I jumped at the chance.  Out came my dusty guitars, the old bass and well, this is what happened.  Punk? Rock? Dance? Pop? I have no idea what you call these three and a half minutes…but wow, were they fun to put together and I still feel somewhat breathless by the end.

Hear the original: https://soundcloud.com/legpuppy/tears-feat-voi-vang

Tears (*thommo* remix)

I present to you something I had a lot of fun with. Peace !!!!
Artwork by Keuj - Illustrateur https://keju.net

Produced with:
Equipment - Akai MPK249 and Roli Seaboard Rise 25 with a Roland JU-06 and Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 with a Rode NT1A Condenser Mic
Software: Reaper DAW and Mastered in SEQUOIA 15 
Software instruments - Omnisphere , Trilian, Kontakt6, Addictive Drums, Hive2.1, Dronar Ultimate, Retrologue, SWAM Violin, Battery, Fabfilters,  Valhalla and Kaerhause FX

DaNaNaDumDum

Solitarius

A trio of gorgeous days here in Arkansas inspired this cover. I was inspired by @numbersinthedream for the vocal approach. I didn't come close. I don't know how he does it.

Just Another Diamond Day - Vashti Bunyan

Children play, in Moonlight bay.

Everything breaks down

This is the single of the audio visual EP "Shock Therapy". 
Watch the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFctbyXC9EA

Music and lyrics by She's Excited!
https://www.shes-excited.com/
Visuals by Erin Wajufos
https://www.erinwajufos.digital/


Add clarity
Split seconds, detailed motions
Shock therapy
City lights and notions
Wandering, wondering… 

Music sticking to my heels
You know just how it feels
I'm wondering, wandering, wondering

If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
Who's gonna dream my dreams?

(Dream my dreams)
(Dream my dreams)
Is it you?
(Dream my dreams)

I love you, too

I'm wondering, wandering…
Memories sticking to my heels
You know just how it feels, don't you?
I'm wondering, wandering, wondering

If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
If I refuse to sleep
Who's gonna live my dreams?

(Dream my dreams)
Is it you?
(Dream my dreams)

Or is it you?

Savor it, drink it in
Catch your breath, let it sink in
Cough it up, spit it out

Brace yourself, see it through
I see you've got some demons, too
Cough it up, spit it out
Ain't this what our life's about?

So I dance into the darkness
And close my eyes
And improvise

I love you, too

Shock Therapy

Add Clarity

Add Clarity (Watch Video On YouTube!)

Introduction in English:
After five years of abstinence, my son fell back into drugs. All attempts to help him bounced off the increasingly overpowering drug cocktails. All my feelings during this time, the anger about the destructive power of the drugs, the powerlessness in the face of the quicksand in which my son sank further and further, the despair and sadness about the loss of loving contact with him, I have tried to process in this song.  

Introduction in German:
Nach fünf Jahren der Abstinenz ist mein Sohn wieder den Drogen verfallen. Alle Versuche, ihm zu helfen, prallten an den immer übermächtiger werdenden Drogencocktails ab. Alle meine Gefühle in dieser Zeit, die Wut über die zerstörerische Kraft der Drogen, die Ohnmacht angesichts des Treibsandes, in den mein Sohn immer weiter versank, die Verzweiflung und Trauer über den Verlust des liebevollen Kontaktes zu ihm, habe ich versucht, in diesem Song zu verarbeiten.  

Lyrics

I am cryin` for you, my son

Can only watch you, 
How you slip down
How you lose your point of view

Can only watch you, 
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the mire of your soul

You have become such a stranger to me
Where south was is now cold north
The familiarity is gone 
The dignity lies in the dirt

Ooh please don't throw away your last shirt

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myselg, my son

We were playing music
We were jamming together
In an incredible harmony

Threw the balls to each other
We were in tune
Like a magical symphony

But now the strings are torn
All my knowledge is of no use 
I no longer know you
Strange astral wind

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myself, my son

I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son

I`m crying for you, my son

I Am Crying For You, My Son

https://open.spotify.com/album/0Y6fEBTpJEgL3u6PMgvxU0?si=WdMrUSvfQC-mWCkn6zIGfw
Electronic music with vocals 
sometimes you just don´t want to know
image from my photo art

I Don't Need to Know

I Don´t Need To Know

One of the tracks from my new album, 'The Unsettled Dust', now out on the great Triplicate Records.
https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-unsettled-dust
Cover art by Bryan Kraft @bvsmv

Starfire

Original description disappeared !!

NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

Check The Domain

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Maggie Sunrise 4

Hold me in your arms. 1188 ( 1999 ) Margareta Theorin-Eddy Mango ( Margareta )

It is a good 20 years ago that the diagnosis "testicular cancer" broke into my life like a thunderbolt. For a long time I have been cured of it. Nevertheless the mental and physical scars remain; and the shock, that lingers in my body memory forever over the horrified cry of the young, compassionate doctor when she discovered the tumor in the ultrasound. Time heals many wounds but by no means all. But the time of 20 years gives me enough distance to find words and sounds for what happened in and with me in the first three days after the cancer diagnosis.  

Lyrics in English:

Could that have been it?

Just came from the ultrasound
Inside of me a dull thud 
Everything different

Wanted to have children 
Must now bow to fate:
Testicular cancer

Standing` totally beside me
I am like death, no feeling

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?

Just want to be alone
Dig myself in in the dark
Only want to sleep

A part of me screams: "Free!"
The agony of life is over 
I may die now

I'm so confused
I don't know what's going to happen to me

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?


Deutscher Originaltext:

Kanns´denn das schon gewesen sein?

Komm` grad` vom Ultraschall,
In mir ein dumpfer Knall 
Alles anders

Wollt` doch  noch Kinder zeugen 
Muß mich jetzt dem Schicksal beugen:
Hodenkrebs

Steh` total neben mir
Bin wie tod, kein Gespür

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Will nur alleine sein,
Grab` mich im Dunkeln ein
Will nur schlafen

Ein Teil in mir schreit: „Frei!“
Die Lebensqual vorbei 
Ich darf jetzt sterben

Ich bin so verwirrt
Weiß nicht was aus mir wird

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Kann`s denn das schon gewesen sein?

Kann`s Denn Das Schon Gewesen Sein? (Could That Have Been It?)

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Nie wieder! - Never again!

Nie Wieder! - Never Again! (Lyrics in English in the Intro)

....My musical associations to the process of dying...

...Meine musikalischen Assoziationen zum Prozess des Sterbens....

Dying

I dedicated the song "Monique" to two women: 
First of all to my grand aunt Monique, who was murdered as a Jew by the Nazis in Auschwitz. I know her only from photos and the anecdotes of my mother. Through her tragic life story, her unique face with the big, jet-black eyes, I still feel connected to her today. 
In this song I imagined meeting her shortly before her gassing in Auschwitz. How I accompanied her to the gas chambers, how we got to know each other a little before the inevitable happened.  
      
Secondly, this song is dedicated to another Monique. Her stage name was "Barbara" and she was a charismatic French chanson singer. What would I have given to be at one of her concerts. But when she had her big time, especially in the 1960s, I was still much too young. So all I have left are their Youtube videos, of which I would like to put a link here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPPZMyMNQCM

Her face and her eyes, her charisma and expression remind me so much of my grand aunt.  Like her, she was a Jewish woman of French descent. And with songs like "Göttingen" she contributed significantly to an understanding between the Jews and the land of the perpetrators- Germany.  

Lyrics in English:

Monique

I visited you in Auschwitz, 
Cursed this freezing cold murder place

See you coming with the gas chamber train 
Only one photo at my place with your face

Your deep black eyes look at me
Already as a child they magically fascinated me

I go to you, take you in my arms 
In the coldness of killing we both get warm

We go together, you tell me about you 
Of your life, your joys, your pain

And you listen to me 
Get to know me briefly

The butchers, they wave
The shadows, they sink down

We both still have some time left 
The cruel suffering is already approaching

You show me the brooch in the photo 
You show me how you move your hands to play the piano

The time fold now pulls you away from me
There to the shameful brick building
I can only look after you
You disappear in there 

Gassed and burned
But unforgettably burned into my soul


Deutscher Originaltext:

Monique

Hab` Dich in Auschwitz besucht 
Diesen eiskalten Mord-Ort verflucht

Seh` Dich da kommen, mit dem Gaskammer-Zug 
Nur ein Foto bei mir mit Deinem Gesicht

Deine tiefschwarzen Augen schaun` mich an
Schon als Kind zogen sie mich magisch in den Bann

Ich geh` zu Dir hin, nehm` Dich in den Arm 
In der Kälte des Mordens wird uns beiden warm

Wir gehen zusammen, Du erzählst mir von Dir 
Von Deinem Leben, Deinen Freuden, Deinem Schmerz

Und Du hörst mir zu. Lernst mich kurz kennen

Die Schlächter, sie winken
Die Schatten, sie senken sich ab

Noch haben wir beide etwas Zeit 
Heran rückt schon das grausame Leid

Du zeigst mir die Brosche, die auf dem Foto trägst 
Du zeigst mir wie Du Deine Hände zum Klavierspiel bewegst

Die Zeitfalte zieht Dich nun fort von mir
Dorthin zu dem Schand-Backsteinbau
Ich kann Dir nur nachsehen
Du verschwindest dort drin 

Vergast und verbrannt
Doch unvergeßlich in meine Seele eingebrannt

Monique

Monique (Lyrics in English in the Intro to the Track....)

amazon

Unrequited Love

Margareta & Mats 1993

Baby, give me that feeling of love. 867 ( 1993 ) Margareta Theorin - Eddy Mango ( Margareta )

When I had once again surpassed myself in terms of depth and meaning in one of my songs, a music friend asked me to do a peppy circus number for a change. At first I refused and said that I could only do mostly melancholic things. 
But then I felt challenged; and the result was this basically completely senseless song, whose title is a pure mental coincidence association and if you like, has only one meaning: The pure joy of making music, of playing and arranging instruments.    

Als ich mich mal wieder in puncto Tiefgründigkeit und Sinnhaftigkeit in einem meiner Songs selbst übertroffen hatte, bat mich ein Musikfreund, zur Abwechslung mal eine peppige Zirkusnummer zu machen. Zunächst wehrte ich ab und sagte, dass ich eben überwiegend nur melancholische Sachen machen könnte. 
Dann aber fühlte ich mich doch herausgefordert; und heraus kam dieser im Grunde völlig sinnfreie Song, dessen Titel eine pure mentale Zufalls-Assoziation ist und wenn man so will, nur einen Sinn hat: Die reine Freude am Musik-machen, am spielen und am arrangieren von Instrumenten.....

From Bangladesch to Marrakesch

From Bangladesh To Marrakesch

This track is based on an open collaboration offer from IPG1, which you can find here:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/taking-it-back-vocals-95-bpm
Please enjoy!

Credits:
Vocals sung and lyrics created by Ian Greaves - @ipg1
guitar, bass, drum production, final mix and mastering - @nobsmeyer

Taking It Back

Taking It Back | IPG1 & N.o.b.S.

Escape Control Delete (Gong) ft. Pablo Valotta Bass and Keys

Under A Thin Red Sun

Chapter Seven of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 07 - Only in my Wildest Dreams - Just as hope is lost, a figure of beauty appears.  A true love is born.

ONLY IN MY WILDEST DREAMS
At a time when I'd given up and trashed any hope
I saw an angel shining vibrant through the dust and the smoke
Its no joke

CHORUS1
I'm jumping - my heart started pumping - this truly is something
Only in my wildest dream
She's running towards me - My legs have gone wobbly
Only in my wildest dream
The smile when the eyes meet - A beauty so complete
Only in my wildest dream

She ignores all my faults, disregards how I look
Since the world went and ended I've been down on my luck
What a schmuck

CHORUS2
I'll endeavour to keep her forever - till death or whatever
Only in my wildest dream
I can sense I'm  new man - to be her true champion
Only in my wildest dream
Let's dance through pollution - we're new evolution
Only in my wildest dream

CHORUS 1 & 2

Only In My Wildest Dreams

Chapter Two of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 02 - Wasted Heroes - Reality soon dawns that this is a long game and negativity leads to depression

Wasted Heroes

Words & Music: Jan Schonander

This song is written from a man's perspective, but I think it could be equally valid for a woman. I have plenty of friends that have found their companions using dating apps. I also have a number of friends that have many - let's say - interesting experiences. And, maybe it's best to realize what you've got.

In terms of how this was recorded...there are no real guitars. I used Logic Pro X Revolving Lines with a couple of gain settings as well as the Distorted Stratocaster. There are two bass lines using the Prog Rock Bass and as always I am programming the virtual drummer. The various organs and piano are all Korg SV-1 native with some post processing. Basically it's the same stuff I used for "Forgot To Say" and "Feline Fever".

Lastly, I've noticed that some listeners interpret my lyrics as all personal experiences. In this case I would among many things be a three time felon, met my "working" wife on  a crossing and I would actually be African American - I can report that this is far from my ordinary life.

BLIND DATE

Choosing left and right
An ordinary night
On his own
Scotch in his hand
Microwave dinner
Looking for some company
Some sweet lovin
Looking for a friend
Didn’t want another dead end

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a much better mate

She stepped in the bar
Painted to the nines
Three martini lush & more
Preached about men
Layed down the rules
He looked in her eyes 
Made sure that she understood
She was more than he could
He left that chat for good

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

He looked left and right
Nothing recognizable in sight
And then she said “Hello,
I think you’re my beau”
A completely different woman
His face turned wooden
Oh its so tragic
Not his kind of magic

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

Staying at home
Staying at home
All on his own
Right next to his phone
He heard her chime
Turned on a dime
She said “Honey, I miss you”
He said “Not another blind date,
not another blind date”

Blind Date

Been listening to Madeon alot during lockdown and his song 'Be Fine' has given me a feeling of hope, so i wanted to do a remix of this song with a tropical feel. Hope you all like it!


-Decan Usmic

Madeon - Be Fine (Decan Usmic Remix)

I wrote this somewhat loopy lyrics, when it was announced on CNN that Joe Biden had won the race for president against Donald Trump. My hope for a return of a real democracy in the sense of Willie Brandt's " More freedom daring", which for me always also means more humanity, more tenderness, more creativity and ultimately more love daring, experienced a powerful upswing that evening. And so these lines of text with the basic message "Still Love is there" literally poured out of me. 

Still love is there (Lyrics in English)

Black holes glow
Moths wear jewelry

Cows dance ballet
Bugs have a bun

The stars, they come by for a coffee
Admission free
Plumb free

The sharks have put on pink lipstick 
The naked mole rats are on top of the golden wagon

Even the blindworms dare to come out of their hiding place
Revealed
The seeing discovered

The aquarium Fishes swim out
The barbed wire fences start to stroke

A tadpole basks in the white house

The earth gently leans back

Still love is there
Still love is there

Scissors become hands
Air mattresses can fly

Folding wheels embrace each other
And can have children

A letter carrier settles into a mailbox 
Invites us 
Come in

A holy water kettle befuddles the senses
Prohibition signs begin to yearn

SUV's open up
And can be tamed

The solar system dances itself free

Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there

Diesen etwas durchgeknallten Text schrieb ich, als auf CNN bekanntgegeben wurde, dass Joe Biden das Rennen um das Präsidentenamt gegen Donald Trump gewonnen hatte. Meine Hoffnung auf eine Rückkehr einer echten Demokratie im Sinne von Willie Brandts "Mehr Freiheit wagen", was für mich immer auch heißt, mehr Menschlichkeit, mehr Zärtlichkeit, mehr Kreativität und letztendlich mehr Liebe wagen, erfuhr an diesem Abend einen kräftigen Aufschwung. Und so quollen diese Textzeilen mit der Grundbotschaft "Still Love is there" förmlich aus mir heraus.


Still Love is there (Deutscher Originaltext)

Schwarze Löcher leuchten
Motten tragen Schmuck

Kühe tanzen Ballett
Wanzen haben nen`Dutt

Die Sterne, sie kommen auf einen Kaffee vorbei
Eintritt frei
Bleifrei

Die Haie haben Lippenstift rosarot aufgetragen 
Die Nacktmullen stehen ganz oben auf dem goldenen Wagen

Selbst die Blindschleichen trauen sich aus Ihrem Versteck
Aufgedeckt
Das Sehen entdeckt

Die Aquariumsfische schwimmen hinaus
Die Stacheldrahtzäune streicheln

Eine Kaulquappe sonnt sich im weißen Haus

Die Erde lehnt sich sanft zurück

Still love is there
Still love ist there

Scheren werden zu Händen
Luftmatratzen können fliegen

Falträder umarmen sich
Und können Kinder kriegen

Ein Postbote richtet sich in einem Briefkasten ein 
Lädt uns ein 
Kommt herein

Ein Weihwasserkessel benebelt die Sinne
Verbotsschilder beginnen sich zu sehnen

SUV’s öffnen sich
Und lassen sich zähmen

Das Sonnensystem tanzt sich frei

Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there

Still Love is there

Still Love Is There

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.

I Am Crying For You, My Son

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