I Miss Those Days

I Miss Those Days  Instrumental

"Hamboneing"

Bride of the Dammed

Introduction in English:

A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining. 
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery. 
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....    

Lyrics in English:

Self-pity (I feel pity for myself) 

I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do

I'm navel gazing 
I'm lonely without a woman

I feel pity for myself

I have no time for anything else but me.

I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me

Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn

I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)

I have no time for anything else but me

The blind date last night was a flop as usual 
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?

I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me

No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:

I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

I really don't have time for anything else but me.

At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.

Uuh!

I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,

Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out

I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)

I really, really don't have time for anything else but me


Deutscher Originaltext:

Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)

Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.

Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau

Ich tu mir leid

Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit

Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann

Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht

ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.

Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?

Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir

Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:

ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit

Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest

Uuh!

Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott  mich endlich sieht

Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus

ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)

Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit

Selbst-Mitleid (Self-Pity)

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

Lyrics:
40 year joyride
Let me break it down
Did a stint in juvi 
But I couldn’t stick around
So I left with someone
Didn’t know he had a gun
When we got confronted
That’s when it all came undone

1 to 40, in zero seconds flat
My life had just begun
Now there’s no going back
1 to 40, in zero seconds flat
I was just 16
Now there’s no going
There’s no going back

From being housed with children
Thrown to the lions den
Learn to live by aggression
It’s either me or it is them
Violence is a sanctum
That keeps the wolves at bay
And only by striking out
Can you live another day

It’s hard to believe it started
With just a fateful ride
I bought the car on my own
But my old man had to sign
He reported it stolen 
When I drove it to the shore
Went to show off to my friends
That was it and nothing more

Image (manipulated) from Pixabay on Pexels.com

One to Forty

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This music is connected to the pine trunks. All began from the recording of their crackling branches, swaying by the wind. That was peaceful, the wind, the branches... Then, I played keyboard, clarinet, recorder and xylophone and added various textures. It's like an humble offering to the peaceful nature. THIS IS A WOODEN TRACK! I hope you like wood! It's 3:21am. Also, I remember I started this track while chatting with my friend @Azurium few months ago.
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Swaying Pines

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Si tu crois dans ta petite tête qu’agir de la sorte,
Fais de toi un homme viril, t’es juste un cloporte,
Je ne dirai plus que je me suis cognée dans les portes,
Plus jamais, et que le diable t’emporte.

Si t’as l’idée de venir sonner à ma porte,
Ta tête enfarinée, tes contritions d’apôtre,
Tu peux bien hurler, c’est mon enfant que je porte,
Va donc en enfer, et que le diable t’emporte.

I will never lay a hand on you,   I am so in love with you

Dire que j’avais cru qu’on pourrait vivre ensemble,
Que sous tes airs de brute se cachait un cœur tendre,
Il n’y a plus un seul instant, sans que je tremble,
Va au diable, te faire pendre.

I will never lay a hand on you,    I am so in love with you
1 temps

Et si je pleure sous la pluie,   Ne me demande pas,
Si les affronts de la vie,    Ont eu raison de moi ;
Prend moi juste dans tes bras,   Ne me demande pas,
Si les affronts de la vie,   Ont eu raison de moi ;
Prend moi juste dans tes bras,   Ne me demande pas,
Si les affronts de la vie,   Ont eu raison de moi ;

Va en Enfer!

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The Forgotten Road To You

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The Art of Breaking
take this
my face
Let it crack
gently upon
the surface of
my skin
All good things
go broken
once in awhile
but do not throw me
away as if I am
useless
I speak with medicine on
my lips
my touch
a warm healing balm
Don't throw me away
I have gold in my veins
my mind a silver locket
with kintsugi prayers to
fill your heart...

..with Lady of Fire Poetry: The Art Of Breaking

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.

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

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