Still loving the warmth & direct lyrics, Karl. That handsome voice just lays a deeply impressive magnetism.  😍🙌🏻🖖🏻🔁🔁

guitar has a wonderful tone...melody and vocal are as good as this situation is bad.  respect/empathy are waning around us all and we need to point it out and hope for a reverse in direction

Für Beatles-Fans scheint es nicht einfach und sehr gut gelungen zu sein

It sounds like Mark Knopler when you sing

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

A new beginning

A New Beginning

Insurrection

We never seem to have some					
Some time for us
And when we do it’s always
Always never much

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

We should escape to somewhere					
Where we are free
Of all things that keep us
Just like empty trees

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones
 
With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Although we live together						
Strangers are we
No time for growing flowers
To bloom eternally
Can’t you see
It must be

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go

Funky With You

Let's Go On Holiday

Mixed Frequencies by Chris Browne BrowneProject originally from the debut ''169'' album from 2011 in the early day's of Chris's musical journey this is a song about getting a tough day and this is the Remastered version it's available direct on Chris's BandCamp Music Page - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/mixed-frequencies-remastered

Mixed Frequencies

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Mixed Frequencies (Remastered)

The film music I work on .... is a story of standing after the end, the film name is not yet confirmed to be announced to the public

Music Notes

Electric guitar is absent --- Bass and Acoustic lead the way .
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I wish you were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?
Put on a front, I hide
What's killing me most inside
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

You were the one that would
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

All done, it's out there
And everything inside is just alright
Far from complete here
That's okay, I'm still alive, I fight
I fight

You were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Some Kind

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

I began writing this song the day after Gord Lightfoot passed away. His music was one of the reasons I picked up an acoustic guitar when I was a teenager.

Lyrics:

There’s a road that leads through the shady trees
And there’s one drivin’ straight toward the sun,
Another winds through the countryside,
Taking its time as it runs.
A carefree highway weaves underneath the leaves
With the hope of finding blue sky traces,
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

There’s a river that winds past the nodding pines
And there’s one rushing straight into the bay,
Another one runs away from the sun,
Through the muskeg and grey.
There’s a creek that calls to a waterfall,
That will greet it with its wild embraces,
But my long river flows into the silent places.
But my long river flows into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.   (Instrumental)

A troubadour of the north, he travelled back and forth
‘Cross the country that he wrote about in song,
His quiet love of the stories of the land,
Carried, all of us along.
My musical muse with panoramic views,
His guitar stopped ringin’ yesterday,
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

Silent Places

Blue One

I Don't Own You

Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

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.

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

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