very good song. Lyrics fit the music well.

Gives me very Egyptian vibes! beautiful melody and singing. love the beat too! 

You have a great voice and a true oriental influence. Cool production, very transparent and to the point... :)

@user-911729042 Thank you for listening and reposting. 

Dear friends, a lot of children are stuck in different kinds of camps around our world!!

The Kids in the Camps

They walk like some ghosts, they never jump or run around
you may see sorrow and tears in their eyes
one may wonder a lot - why do they suffer from this pain
they are only some innocent kids
who have landed here without their own fault

It is hot during the days, and it is cold during the nights
and it is seldom a blanket they can find
and it’s seldom that they can wash their clothes and get clean
they are only some innocent kids
who have landed here without their own fault

But deep in their souls they may see futures that are bright
now they are confident that there are people who are kind
they will come to their help and give them water and food
they are only some innocent kids
who have landed here without their own fault

They want to get away from this horrible camp
they want to travel to a paradize where they are safe
they have been waiting so long that these magic events occur
they are only some innocent kids
who have landed here without their own fault

The Kids in the Camps

Dear friends, we can be grateful to all those who work early in the morning.
The picture is from an early morning walk with a friend -  my daughters lovely and kind Samojed dog.

Early Morning

It’s early morning, and most people are sleeping.
They are in the middle of their dreams
and they never have the thought of leaving their bed
even though the sun has gone up again,
but there are people who must put on all clothes that they have
and go out for their daily morning tasks.

One may have a question - have You ever felt gratitude
when You got the paper by Your door
and said ”thank You a lot” to the newsboy in charge?
He would be happy that dark morning
and there are people who must put on all clothes that they have
and go out for their daily morning tasks.

We seldom think that there are people who are chasing thieves
from the early morning until the night.
there are also folks who are caring for the sick,
and all the elderly folks in Your town
and remember the guys who are transporting Your things
and also people who are travelling back and forth.

Early Morning

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

Moving quietly through the sky, varying all the time, forming, shrinking. Come from and go to invisibility.

This is the piano solo version of a song I've released one and a half years ago, it's further down on my page. 

Thanks to Dallas Reedy for the original photo on unsplash.com:
https://unsplash.com/photos/HbZ2vXaHtas

Cumulus Clouds – Piano Solo

Kumuluswolken (Cumulus Clouds) – Piano Solo

My musical associations to the theme "competition"

Mission Competition

Descending into the unknown, thousands of years old. What will you find? How will it feel?
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I've realised the descent by the continuous downwards motion of the bass in the first part. The delay on the kick drum mirros the echos in a cave, first being on it's own, later being joind by more echos to form a pulsating groove.

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Thanks to Erica Li for the original picture on unsplash.com!
https://unsplash.com/photos/co6ACvcrGCU

Höhle (Cave)

Introduction in English:

My uncle, who became a sort of surrogate father to me after my father's untimely death, celebrates his 91st birthday in July. His wife had passed away some time ago and he had been single ever since. 
About five years ago, he visibly harbored the intention of ending his life in Switzerland with active euthanasia. 
Then, surprisingly, an elderly lady (about five years younger than him) moved into the apartment next door. She had also been widowed for some time.
Both got to know each other and fell in love. 
And even today they seem to be freshly in love with each other when I visit and they are sitting snuggled up on my uncle's old sofa. 
A scene that gives me hope and shows me that love can "catch" you even in old age. 
And a scene that was the starting point for the creation of the song "I`m in Love" posted here.  

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

I`m in Love

First verse:

I had already counted the days one by one,
I struggled out of bed every morning
Went all crooked and awry 
Had long since lost my hair

In Switzerland I had already ordered my coffin
For my gradual departure from the world
My heart pacemaker gave me the last groove

But suddenly a neighbor moved in
As wrinkled as me
In her nature beautiful and fine
I put down my suitcase for Switzerland for now

Second verse:

The next day she knocked on my door
She imagined she was here forever now
In her old eyes I saw the young woman

How she walked, how she sat, how she read in the newspaper
Her décolleté behind folds shapely and delicate
Her grace, elegance, like a lustful silent dance

Before she left again she embraced me 
My dusty self was enchanted
Instead of abandonment and renunciation a love poem flowed through me





Introduction in German:

Mein Onkel, der nach dem frühen Tod meines Vaters eine Art Ersatzvater für mich geworden ist, feiert im Juli seinen 91. Geburtstag. Seine Frau war schon länger verstorben und er seitdem alleinstehend. 
Vor ca. fünf Jahren  hegte er zusehends die Absicht, seinem Leben in der Schweiz mit aktiver Sterbehilfe ein Ende zu setzen. 
Dann zog überraschend eine ältere Dame (etwa fünf Jahre jünger als er) in die Nachbarswohnung ein. Auch sie war schon längere Zeit verwitwet.
Beide lernten sich kennen und verliebten sich ineinander. 
Und auch heute noch wirken Sie wie frisch verliebt ineinander, wenn ich Sie besuche und sie eng aneinander geschmiegt auf dem alten Sofa meines Onkels sitzen. 
Eine Szene, die mir Hoffnung macht und mir zeigt, dass die Liebe einen auch noch im hohen Alter "erwischen" kann. 
Und eine Szene, die den Ausgangspunkt für die Entstehung des hier geposteten Songs "I`m in Love" bildete.

I`m in Love

I`m In Love

There is too much garbage in the ocean. So we need to something about it!!

Toxic Time Bomb   -  Anna-Elea & Josefine 

From the waste that we dispose
the world's choking on an overdose!
20 years for a plastic bag to decompose!
Litter-coated beaches,
poor little ocean creatures,
poisoned by the plastic particles
they thought was food.

Hundred million bottles
washed up on the shore!
with just one message:

Toxic Time Bomb 
in the ocean!
I want to raise a fuss or a commotion!
Water’s turning into plastic
and so are we!
Don’t throw anymore garbage in the sea!
Plastic threat’s a sad reality.

Bali’s beaches buried.
The Philippines are worried,
but plastic is a lifestyle choice of
emerging middle classes

Massive but invisible.
Activists are ridiculed.
Plastic will outnumber
the fish in the sea!

Hundred million bottles
washed up on the shore!
no doubt about it:

Toxic Time Bomb 
in the ocean!
We ought to raise a fuss and a commotion!
Water’s turning into plastic
and so are we!
Don’t throw anymore trash into the sea!
It affects our planet, you and me!

Sending out an S.O.S. (In reference to the Song “Message in a Bottle” by The Police (1979))
Sending out an S.O.S.
Sending out an S.O.S.
Environmental distress
caused by human excess!
It won’t get better unless
we change!

Anna - Elea & Josefine - Toxic Time Bomb

Windblown

Windgetragen (Windblown)

Introduction in English:

Most recently, after a long time, I was at the "Black Cafe" on Berlin's Kurfürstendamm. And as I sat there, I remembered a scene from my life that was the starting point for the song "Treason:
About 25 years ago I'm sitting one Saturday morning at three o'clock in the Black Cafe. Although I hardly ever drink alcohol, I'm drinking my third glass of vodka to wash down the increasingly painful shock of a triple betrayal: 
My wife betrayed our fidelity alliance because she cheated on me. My best friend betrayed our friendly loyalty because my wife cheated with him. And finally, I betrayed myself by taking poor care of myself and blindly trusting them.
The associated feeling of "nothing is the same as it was before" and "everything that seemed so right now appears wrong, upside down, or in shambles..." I have tried to express with this song.

Treason

Red light turns blue
Discreetly, data is stolen
The upright mountain 
Is in truth a tiny garden gnome

The handshake firm yet shallow
A promise that gives way to crime
A gold bar suspiciously light
Wryly calibrated

The walking stick breaks
A black spider - wanders into the light

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth is ordered

A work of art seduces 
Adorned with the signs of lies
A garden squints colourfully
And yet has false teeth in its mouth

A blossoming rose already withered
The topping-out feast with rotten beams
A trumpeter who blows on a comb
Freshly bared

The embraced strangled
The most familiar dies

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth orders

Treason

Hello everybody, it took a long time until we were emotionally able to record and release this song. It is dedicated to a very good friend and former band member, who unfortunately left this world much too early.

the fountain
I didn´t thought that this would be the way I see you again. 
Me blind from tears and you in a chest, 
never known parents and friends. 
I´m bleeding on since two and half weeks, 
it seems there is no end in sight. 
Now they play your song, that makes everything worse, 
because  it´s beautiful and the sound is so bright.
Look everything is perfekt. 
Even the sun shines from a sky of blue. 
God it feels nearly like celebration, only we are missing you.
I leaned in the roses, I don´t felt the thorns, 
so I lost one drop blood down the way.
But the sun will be shining, there´s a smile on each face, 
when we all meet again, one day.

The Golden Mantis

The Fountain

The Golden Mantis are the Mannheim/Germany based musicians Silvia Subosco and Roger Münzenmayer.

In the mid 80s they already played together in The Valentines, one of the most exciting Mannheim bands at that time. When the group split up at the end of the 90s, this did not mean the musical end of the two of them at the same time. Silvia continued to compose magical songs in her idiosyncratic style and Roger continued to develop his creativity in many regional band projects.
 
In 2019, they finally came together again as The Golden Mantis to re-set the repertoire that had been created over the past years. Words and melodies are Silvia's thing, while Roger's signature is reflected in sound, music and production. The Golden Mantis publish their songs in both German and English.
 
The attempt to describe the band's music must fail miserably, because there is so much personality and emotion involved that every genre drawer creaks. There is only one way to approach them: LISTEN! The Golden Mantis songs are a unique melange. Classic singer/songwriter meets Indie Rock, Dark Folk, Chanson and 80s New Wave. Silvia's deep, warm and often rough voice takes the listener on a flying carpet into a different world - dark, plaintive, confident, warm ... and always emotional. If you follow this trail, her whole magic unfolds, shakes and a letting go is hardly possible.

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