Im Jahr 2018 aufgenommene Lieder, zu denen bis Ende des Jahres weitere hinzukommen und in ein Jahresalbum (wie die letzten Jahre) einmünden.  Mischung aus Balladen (Old plutonium mother), Jazzstyle(Schräge Vögel), Metall/Gothic (Die letzte Sekunde) und linkspolitischer Protestsong (Bitte geh (Hau ab!) Afd!).

Songs recorded in 2018, to which more will be added by the end of the year and will lead to an annual album (like the last few years).  Mix of ballads (Old plutonium mother), jazzstyle (Crazy Birds), metal/gothic (The Last Second) and left-wing political protest song (Please go (Get out!) Afd!).
Songs recorded in the year 2018. Till to the end of this year I will add more songs, so I can create a new album (like the last years). Mixture of ballads (My old plutonium mother), Jazzstyle (Crazy Birds), Metall/Gothic (The last second) and leftpolitically oriented songs (Please go (Get lost!) Afd.

Emotional Superstar

Meine persönliche Liebeserklärung an die kreativ verrückten, schiefen, schrägen eigenwilligen Gestalten in unserer Gesellschaft. An u.a. so viele noch unentdeckte Künstler und innovativ Andersdenkende, die es nicht leicht haben, oft ausgegrenzt sind und am Rande der Gesellschaft stehen.
Das Ganze in einem in einem eher jazzig-funkigen Stil, mit dem ich auch das Optimistische, die krummgewachsene unerschütterliche Lebendigkeit von jenen schrägen Vögeln besingen möchte, die mir bei meiner täglichen Arbeit begegnen.

My personal declaration of love to the creatively crazy, crooked, weird individual figures in our society. To so many undiscovered artists and innovative dissenters, among others, who do not have it easy, are often excluded and stand on the fringes of society.
The whole in a rather jazzy-funky style, with which I would also like to sing about the optimistic, the crooked, unshakable liveliness of those weird birds that I encounter in my daily work.

Schräge Vögel (Crazy Birds)

With this song process my growing concern about the increasing strength of right-wing populist parties such as the Afd. With the sound and the lyrics I want to draw musical attention to the ever more manifest threat and the creeping (re-)spread of "brown", xenophobic thinking. It is important to me to make a clear statement here and I hope that other musicians will do the same.

English translation oft he lyrics:

Please go` (Get out!) Afd

The Brown Latent
The seemingly impotent
It's been a long time
Arrived at the junkyard.

Not taken seriously
Come out again
In the blind spot
Thrives the right conceit

Per Nation
emperor throne
German synchronous
Destructive Clay

Displaced only
Crammed into the light
Redirecting the state
Freedom hung up

Switching equal
Back to the Reich
Killing Diversity 
And mind games

Prohibit everything again 
What's in it all
You're not allowed to be
Who You Are

Please go (get out!) Afd
Afd (Disappear)
Afd No! No No! Neih!

Have split off 
Were able to stay within us
In the East and West
The old blond beasts

yearning for dogma
By homeland, old acquaintances
xenophobia 
The Abyss and the Unnamed

Reflect
Ruthless
Inside us
Put a brown sense

If still unconsciously 
It awakens the desire
On security 
In self-satisfaction

They'll lull you into a lullaby
With a promise of happiness
You'll be mutated
Out of nowhere

On false gold waves 
Repeatedly cheated
Before  You overlook
Your blond beast wakes up

Please go (get out!) Afd
Afd (Disappear)
Afd No! No No! Neih!

Refrain in French, English and Swedish


Deutscher Originaltext:

Bitte geh` (Hau ab!) Afd

Das Braun-Latente
Das scheinbar Impotente
Schon lang Vergang`ne
Auf dem Schrottplatz angelangte

Nicht ernstgenommen
Wieder hervorgekommen
Im toten Winkel
Gedeiht der rechte Dünkel

Pro Nation
Kaiserthron
Deutschsynchron
Destruktiver Ton

Nur verdrängt
Ans Licht gezwängt
Den Staat umgelenkt
Die Freiheit aufgehängt

Schalten gleich
Zurück ins Reich
Töten Vielfalt 
Und Gedankenspiele

Wieder alles verbieten 
Was es alles so gibt
Darfst nicht mehr werden
Wer Du bist

Bitte geh (Hau ab!) Afd
Afd (Verschwinde)
Afd No! Nein No! Neih!

Haben abgespalten 
Konnten sich in uns halten
Im Ost- und Westen
Die alten blonden Bestien

Sehnsucht nach Dogma
Nach Heimat, Altbekannten
Angst vor dem Fremden 
Dem Abgrund und dem Unbenannten

Reflektiert
Schonungslos
In uns drin
Steckt ein brauner Sinn

Wenn noch unbewußt 
Weckt er die Lust
Auf Geborgenheit 
In Selbstgefälligkeit

Man lullt Dich ein
Mit Glücksversprechen
Wirst mutiert
Aus dem Nichts geführt

Auf Falschgold-Wogen 
Wiederholt betrogen
Eh` Du Dich versiehst
Erwacht Dein blondes Biest

Bitte geh (Hau ab!) Afd
Afd (Verschwinde)
Afd No! Nein No! Neih!

Refrain auf Französisch, Englisch und Schwedisch

Bitte geh´ (Hau Ab!) Afd (The resurgence of right-wing populists; Description in English))

Meine ganz persönliche Liebeserklärung an meine Mutter, an Ihr Lebenswerk. Ein Apell an alle,  auch für das eigene Seelenheil sich mit den Eltern zu befrieden und auszusöhnen.

My very personal declaration of love to my mother, to her life's work. An appeal to all to make peace and reconciliation with their parents, also for their own salvation.

My old plutonium mother

Gothikartiger und teilweise metallischer Klang. Selbsterfahrung. Wie kann es sein, einen Herzinfarkt zu bekommen und nur noch eine Sekunde zu leben; nicht mehr in der Welt zu sein, sondern unmittelbar, bevor der Tod eintritt?

Gothiclike and partially metal sound. Self-Experience. How may it be to get a heart ache and only one second live; not to be in the world anymore but shortly before the dead comes

Die letzte Sekunde (The last second)

Frühling in Berlin 1987. Ich fühle mich gefangen, mein Leben scheint zu stagnieren. Habe keine Eigeninitiative, fühle mich fremdbestimmt. Dazu passend, daß mich ein Freund irgendwohin fährt. Die Frau, die er dort trifft, ihr Blick, dem ich begegne, weckt mich schlagartig auf. Ein Song über den Zauber des unmittelbar sich verliebens, den damit verbundenen Glücksgefühlen und neuen Lebensfreude. Aber auch ein Gleichnis für das Leben an sich, in dem es wieder Phasen von Stillstand geben kann, in denen aber oft unterschwellig der Keim für einen Neustart, Aufbruch, vorankommen liegt.

Spring in Berlin 1987. I feel trapped, my life seems to stagnate. I don't have any initiative, I feel determined by others. To go with that, that a friend takes me somewhere. The woman he meets there, the look I meet, wakes me up suddenly. A song about the magic of falling in love immediately, the feelings of happiness and new joie de vivre associated with it. But also a parable for life itself, in which there can be phases of stagnation again, but in which the seed for a new beginning, departure, often lies subliminally.

The Magic Moment

Here on multiple request the song text for the listeners, who do not understand German, in English:

Emotional Superstar

First day of primary school
You were about to wonder

What do they want with me?
A letter-number ulcer

You were born to feel,
Feels with your ears 
You can see with your hands`
walk in the dark


You can touch the suffering
Warm Solitude 

Emotional Superstar

The special school then took you in
You didn't have that kind of thinking

It was all too fast for you
That just wasn't your world

you knew otherwise
In the heart wide
In touching near
forebodingly there

Under the radar
Immediately

Emotional Superstar

You're a mature woman now
And now you know exactly

Who You Are 
Being kissed from the felt

Emotional Superstar



I dedicated this song to my youngest sister. In our family, she's always been the one who felt the most. For a long time, however, she was taught that she was stupid and unintelligent. She was deported to special school and classified as slightly mentally handicapped. Only now at the beginning of her 50s has she gradually found a tender inner peace after many years of experience of stigmatisation and exclusion.
In the lyrics and sound, I try to convey my deepest sympathy for her and all people who may not think so quickly, but who have a great intuition and enormous heart intelligence.

Den Song habe ich meiner jüngsten Schwester gewidmet. In unserer Familie war sie schon immer die, die am meisten gespürt hat. Lange Zeit wurde ihr aber vermittelt, dass Sie dumm und unintelligent sei. Sie wurde in die Sonderschule abgeschoben und als leicht geistig behindert eingestuft. Erst jetzt mit Anfang 50 hat Sie allmählich nach den langjährigen Stigmatisierungs- und Ausgrenzungserfahrungen einen zarten inneren Frieden gefunden.
In dem Text und dem Sound versuche mein tiefes Mitgefühl für Sie und alle Menschen rüberzubringen, die vielleicht nicht so schnell im Denken sind, aber eine große Intuition und eine enorme Herzensintelligenz haben.

I dedicated this song to my youngest sister. In our family, she's always been the one who felt the most. For a long time, however, she was taught that she was stupid and unintelligent. She was deported to special school and classified as slightly mentally handicapped. Only now at the beginning of her 50s has she gradually found a tender inner peace after many years of experience of stigmatisation and exclusion.
In the lyrics and sound, I try to convey my deepest sympathy for her and all people who may not think so quickly, but who have a great intuition and enormous heart intelligence.

Fortunately, there are still permission places in this world where people can just be the way they are in their deepest interior. I am glad that I can offer such a permission place to people with my work.
And using the example of a female and a male client, I sing in this song the process of how people often, as soon as they enter my permission place, take off their everyday weapons and protective vests and give me insights into their beautiful, delicate and vulnerable being.  

English Translation of  the lyrics:

So tender * So fine

I hear her coming
the heels aloud
in jerk-step rhythm
greying on the hair

Still outside my rooms 
like a razor sharp
hardly anyone recognizes 
her love needs, 
her love needs

Now she stacks 
pomps-wobbly to me in
Still dripping 
from the "I'm needed"-appearance

She sits opposite me
Her perfume is blowing at me
Stroke her with my voice
Look at her lovingly

The Prada-inaccessibility is melting away
The sharp-pointed chin rounds gently
The just a moment ago hard becomes shining-beautifully soft
falls softly into her own kingdom of heaven

So tender, so fine, so fine, so tender, so fine, so fine
So lovably fine 

I'm a little scared 
when I see him coming.
races like a pimped-up, tuned BMW

The smartphone at the ear
Head set laced
of tie and suit
ornamented with meaning,
ornamented with meaning

The last few stairs
now he comes in
an aura blows over him 
be deeply lonely

Sits across from me
my handshake warm
now freed from the headset
with a dawning shame

He slowly reveals his innermost thoughts
a beautiful secret of which he still knows nothing
a playful and dreamy boy in the forest
united with the trees, a happiness child figure

So tender, so fine, so fine, so tender, so fine, so fine
So lovably fine

So tender, So fine, So fine, So tender, So fine, So fine….

Deutscher Originaltext:

So tender * So zart

Höre Sie kommen
die Absätze laut
im Stechschritt-Rhythmus
das Haar angegraut

noch draußen wirkt Sie 
wie ein Rasiermesser scharf
kaum jemand erkennt 
Ihren Liebes-Bedarf,
Ihren Liebesbedarf

Jetzt stakelt Sie 
pömps-wacklig zu mir herein
Immer noch triefend 
vom „Man braucht mich doch“- Schein

Setzt sich mir gegenüber
Ihr Parfüm weht mich an
streichel` Sie mit meiner Stimme
Schau` Sie liebevoll an

Die Prada-Unnahbarkeit schmilzt vor sich hin
Sanft rundet sich das grad` noch scharf-spitze Kinn
Das eben noch harte wird leuchtend-schön weich
fällt sanft in ihr eigenes Himmelreich

So tender, so zart, so zart, so tender, so zart, so zart
So liebenswert zart    

Hab` etwas Angst 
als ich ihn kommen seh`
rast an wie ein aufgemotzter, getunter BMW

das Smartphone am Ohr
Head-Set-zugeschnürt
von Krawatte und Anzug
mit Bedeutung verziert

die letzten Treppen
jetzt kommt er herein
ihn umweht eine Aura 
von zutiefst einsam sein

setzt sich mir gegenüber
mein Händedruck warm
jetzt vom Headset befreit
mit morgenrötender Scham

gibt er ganz langsam sein innerstes preis
ein schönes Geheimnis, von dem er noch nichts weiß
ein verspielter und träumender Junge im Wald
mit den Bäumen vereint, eine Glücks-Kind-Gestalt

So tender, so zart, so zart, so tender, so zart, so zart
So liebenswert zart 

So tender, so zart, so zart, So tender, so zart, so zart…

So Tender * So Zart

This song goes back to two key experiences: The first one in summer 2005 when The German musician Herbert Grönemeyer sang the old German lullaby "Der Mond ist aufgegangen" for thousands of listeners without any accompaniment at the end of Live 8 in Berlin. And I think we were all so touched atmospherically that everyone had tears in their eyes. The second one was a Russian four-man band with barrel organ and harmonica as accompanying instruments on a Baltic promenade early summer 2018. They exuded such a longing for eternal love in their choral singing that my wife and I were completely overwhelmed by it and had to weep tears of wistfulness.

The following night I was inspired to create a love lullaby; and in it also to sing about the similarities of love and sleep: a complete release of all material attachments, a radical abandonment and surrender, and a permanent catchment in or of something I want to call all-embracing or eternal love.      
I would like to convey this basic message with this track: That eternal (some also say "spiritual") love itself continues to exist just when the world or perhaps even the whole universe goes down.

I dedicate the song to my  wonderful wife. After 20 years we have reached a great intimacy and deep familiarity with each other, which continues as an immortal love relationship even when the one separates from life before the other.

English translation of the lyrics:

Eternal togetherness

When the world ends
and no one understands you

Then look back once again
for common happiness of life

When the world stops spinning 
and the sunlight goes out quietly

Then the moment has come
then it's time
for the eternal togetherness

When the oaks break
and the mountains go by

When the caves close
and the great rivers stand still

The darkness lies on your hair
and no wind moves anymore

Then the moment has come
then it's time
for the eternal togetherness

Even if you dream that peace
reached you quickly

Be careful, you fail to see reality
creeps away

when the shine of your eyes
with the last starlight goes out

Then the moment has come
then it's time
for the eternal togetherness



Deutscher Originaltext:

Ewige Zweisamkeit

Wenn die Welt untergeht
und Dich niemand versteht

Dann blick` nocheinmal zurück
auf gemeinsames  Lebensglück

Wenn die Welt sich nicht mehr weiterdreht 
und das Sonnenlicht leise ausgeht

Dann ist`s soweit 
dann wird es Zeit
für die ewige Zweisamkeit

wenn die Eichen zerbrechen
und die Berge vergehn`

wenn die Höhlen sich verschließen
und die großen Flüße stillstehen

Die Dunkelheit sich auf Dein Haupthaar legt
und kein Wind sich mehr regt

Dann  ist`s soweit
dann wird es Zeit
für die ewige Zweisamkeit

Selbst wenn Du träumst, daß der Frieden
Dich noch schnell erreicht

Hab acht, Du versäumst, daß die Wirklichkeit
sich davonschleicht

wenn der Glanz Deiner Augen
mit dem letzten Sternenlicht verlischt

Dann ist`s soweit 
dann wird es Zeit 
für die ewige Zweisamkeit

Ewige Zweisamkeit (Eternal Togetherness)

On one of my numerous hitchhiking trips I met "Poinariu" (name changed...), a then 40-year-old Romanian who fled from Bucharest via Paris (the place where I met them) to Berlin before her violent husband with her young German lover. We hitchhiked back to Berlin together and there I supported "Poinariu" in her attempt to free herself from her repressive husband. At our meetings I saw how she blossomed and began to live her own freedom. And yet, as it went on, I had to watch as she was gradually being haunted and captured again by the "Spouse Demons" from within. One day she didn't come to an appointment and left me only a text message that she would return to her husband. I never saw her again. 

At the end of the song "Poinariu" (...or Freedom and Violence), I shout out her name several times sadly; my pain that she has reversed again just before the goal. At the same time, however, the acoustic lead guitar that finally sets in announces my never-ending hope that women can free themselves from male violence and that in the meantime I have also been able to accompany some who have made it permanently!    


English translation of the lyrics:

Poinariu, a Song about Freedom and Violence

Ooh Poinariu
come on close the door!

Your husband's about to come in
gives you pain
is screaming
can never forgive you

You only wanted to free yourself
escape from the Marriage Prison
from Budapest fled to Berlin
to your young lover

Breathe for yourself once
walk on pearls  
turn about your own axis loudly

Shaken off the spouse's dictate
Ready to jump

Ooh Poinariu
you are still wearing red shoes

The last night of love
has brought the morning star straight to your bed

Kissed by the young lover
not for a second did you miss your husband

The streets appeared so far
almost got rid of the compulsory chain dress

Forgot only the shackle on your foot that tied you invisibly to him

Had the door just ajar
Didn't really banish the demons
at night he hit his poison dentures
deep inside yourself

You had come so close to the castle courtyard
In front of the entrance
but you never arrived

Poinariu, Poinariu
Poinariu, Poinariu


Deutscher Originaltext:

Poinariu, ein Song über Freiheit und Gewalt

Ooh Poinariu
komm` mach` die Türe zu

Gleich kommt Dein Mann herein
verschafft Dir Pein
ist am schrein`
kann Dir niemals mehr verzeihn`

Du wolltest Dich doch nur befrein`
dem Ehegefängnis enteiln`
aus Budapest flohst nach Berlin
zu Deinem Young-Lover hin

Einmal selbst atmen
auf Perlen gehen
sich um die eigene Achse laut drehen

Abgeschüttelt das Gatten-Diktat
Zum Sprung bereit

Ooh Poinariu
noch trägst Du rote Schuh`

Die letzte Liebesnacht
hat Dir den Morgenstern direkt ans Bett gebracht

Vom jungen Liebhaber geküßt
keine Sekunde den Gatten vermißt

Die Strassen erschienen so weit
sich fast entledigt des Zwangs-Kettenkleids`

Vergaßt nur die Fessel am Fuß, die Dich unsichtbar band an ihn

Hattest die Türe nur angelehnt
die Dämonen nicht wirklich verbannt
des Nachts schlug er sein Gift-Gebiß
tief in Dich hinein

Warst so nah` am
Schloßhof dran

Vor`m Eingang stehend
doch kamst nie an

Poinariu, Poinariu
Poinariu, Poinariu

Poinariu, A Song About Freedom And Violence (Intro: English Translation)

Lately, especially at night, I am often overcome with deep sorrow in the face of the increasing threat to the wonderful earth and the creeping decay of basic human values worldwide. In the former Nazi Germany, a right-wing populist party (the so-called Alternative for Germany (AfD))has temporarily been the second strongest party in Germany according to the latest polls and is gaining more and more supporters.

Against the background of these developments, I do not consider such an experienced sadness to be anything morbid, but would like to call it a kind of "healthy melancholy". A feeling of what is possibly already irretrievably lost, paired with a real fear of further damage, which can come to nature and humans. At the same time a deep indignation at those who are involved in this destructive development. And also an outrage at me, who in his good 50 years of life has done far too little to at least make a small contribution to reversing this downward trend. 

When I speak of "No more hope" in my song "Sadness", I mean that it makes no sense to stand alone against decay. It only works together: sharing grief, fear and indignation. I want to express this mainly with this track.

And quite deliberately I post this track on the Day of German Unity (October 3rd), which for me should be called the Day of German Disunity and Riveness due to the deep processes of division in the German population.   


Lyrics:

Sadness 

So sad, So sad, So sad, So sad
I never want to leave my bed

Only sleeping 
deeply wheeping
my soul powerlessly creeping (2 X)

Sadness, Sadness
inside, outside
every day and every night 

No more hope
no peace 
no choice
no tender voice
no lucky toys
so infinetely sad

So sad
don`t wake me up
don`t wake me up

Sadness, Sadness
inside, outside
every day and every night 

(3 X Chorus):
Sadness, Sadness
inside, outside
every day and every night

Sadness

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.

Emotional Superstar

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