All my Soundcloud collaborations

Backing BB King - The Thrill is gone
Music and voice by Nicolás González, text and voice Karin Tarabochia

Yo te busco. Ich suche dich. Collaboration with Nicolás González backing BB King.

https://soundcloud.com/esuyamagishi
https://soundcloud.com/slingingwain/milky-way
https://soundcloud.com/slingingwain/stell-dich


Passes fast, what seems important and nice, 
and remains on the edge! 
You’re looking at me through bushes of snow.
From your tree-house I am small and you up there are flying.
And nothing detains your flight, you are free! 
Oh, happy day! 

I take my power to myself, 
horses on the run, sparrow that crosses my way.
Over and over again the sleep takes me inwards. 
Dream show, let me travel! 
My wish for security. Does’nt exist, I reply.
Living at the edge of day, rested?
Man and woman, a vehicle put down in the warmth?
Taking off chains, this chance exists. 
Supporting wheel saying thanks to all which lent a hand. 
Woman and man, and springtime at the lake.

 I choose heaven, often, word which stands for luck. 
Where those meet who are getting on well.   
Place for all, growing in everybody.
In between rocks, meadows, gale. 
In between the time comes and goes, roasting, preparing. 
Putting up with that what is given, and I know nothing. 

Whether I live in fullness, enthusiastic and on the trace of fun 
without considering my losses, or saving me up, 
whether I am committed, understand my heart wind – 
however, he sometimes sleeps me to the wall, 
lays me down in old grass, there I play with my fingers – 
whether I understand the way, collecting me, discipline and hope, 
tenaciously persisting, or not, forgetting the apple dream. 
Now, finally, my pain mentions itself completely by itself 
put to the bird's wall and his echo goes down in the call of the world

However, now my body sings this song louder, 
hand and foot, the back, the head. The heart.
Approaching the lake, the gate, my path full of roots, 
footbridge in the land of day. 
Rich blessing on the road, oh happy day.




Oh Happy Day! / S.Yamagishi_with lyrics

How I Wrote Elastic Man are Barry Snaith & Garry Marshall. Produced by The Inconsistent Jukebox • Words and spoken delivery - Karin Tarabochia  https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk • Electronic soundscape - Garry Marshall https://soundcloud.com/newmownhay • Drums, percussion, guitars - Barry Snaith https://soundcloud.com/barry_snaith •  Art by the amazing #ericlacombe •
Schwanentanz (The Danse Of Swans) - words by Augenmerk. 
Morbid bird, at the table with me today. Do I read him, does he read me? Throw him seeds, from which love grows, blow the frost. I’m rolling, stumbling, falling on the heart road. And what carries me? A ray of sun. The hollow hand holds in a loose clutch. Weather blesses. Farewell is always approaching. Too tired, much too fragile! A crape has surrounded me. Could it be different, better, softer? How often the world knocks, bulges in my round! Seeing with free eyes! Life is beautiful! Star, on which I wander cosmically - Every night a book opens itself and catches the fall to the valley, Light-trail in the darkness, into which each farewell bends.
And my dreams fly away. We go the way of shards on colorful splinters. A pall smoothes the land to a wing. Crows circle. Still I can dress every sentence, put him boots and a sea. My knowledge still travels with me, my anticipation looks under the whispering. If it were permitted, would all be lovers?

 Ship in the swell, let us fish! A few throws. Spread a few ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing! 
How long does time tear the thread and ladder us? Has wings, colorful bird Dragonflight,
The ghosts are still silent, quietly involved. Blue, nothing but blue and green, in which the sun is playing. Zones, which we enter and leave, seen at light: Pollen. All decays and paints the ground, and not even that remains. But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end!Continue to throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Revelation is announced. Wonderful metamorphosis! Instead of torn open land smooth world skin! Instead of power struggle the dance of swans and jubilation! But still everything is possible and nothing ends, before it is to an end!  Throw the ball, chase the glances, live the dream. Spread ideals, which contain us, in the sea and sing!  And someday we see the path dropping from our feet, becoming lighter, going on...

Schwanentanz (The Danse Of Swans)

Ausbrechen __ deep man & Augenmerk

CRAZY COMPASS: Penza, Russia - Schwarzenberg, Austria - Moscow, Russia (February 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/deep-walk-with-augenmerk-somebody-bo

music: Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo
german texts: Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk
russian texts: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

DEEP WALK (pidgin-version)

I walking carefully, knowing that each of meeting can be my friend.
And so, on one of turns I see - the street is completely empty.
From these thoughts - the cars are stopping.
From these thoughts - the windows are opening.
And people look at me.

And so strongly remind of something their songs.
And so familiar seems their voices.
But nearness is lost forever.

It's just the air movement.

*

Full of doubts I go by night through the garden,
because fear uses (wastes) courage and feeds worries.
For the fifth time I run to the beach to look the wild sea,
fascinatedly watching the water mountains, which are scudding.
Hard to let go the doubts, because my heart is deaf.
However, only the bright window counts.

*

The memory - there on the bottom of the lake.
The deep black lake.
On watersides of the forgotten
grows the new days
and bright new smiles.
And in the eyes of people
there are nothing,
what would reminded me

that i losed.

*

The night has made off, 
A few feathers still in the field 
in the morning sun.
Night plumage, dark-black, bluish black,
and heavy cloths, velvet and taffeta – 
now they lie somewhere else.
I am seeking the step from yesterday,
that lead me here,  but don't go him any more.
I see the scarp in the stone,
in the rock  I understand the night,
why and how she changed me 
and I hand over her dress to the morning.
New territory in which my breath writes.

*

Believing that something has changed
in these new faces,
looking as the old,
I'm going through one street,
second,
third,
stop in order not to get lost,
and the past does not matter,
because I don't see it:
my eyes are filled with the light of a new day.
Houses shiftes imperceptibly,
Trees moves with spurts of my steps.
I wonder again. Carefully.

In order to pass through myself.

*

Stranded and come upon land,
Cat's tail which came from far away.
I roll my words across rocks to the silver valley
and rise newborn from the spirals of dark night,
encased in morning light and morning mood.
Golden eyes release me
to light and shade, to the sparkling shine.
Thousand voices call me into the day.

Photo: Alexander Bozhday (more: http://bozhday.livejournal.com)

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deep walk (with Augenmerk & Somebody Bo)

17.1.18 W:I:L & gENOMIQ sEQUENCE feat. Augenmerk: Heute

Performing live in free improvisation is what I like most; on soundcloud, I upload solo-projects. These are inspired by solo improvisations, and in most cases a mix of improvisation and composition. 
This is my third soundcloud page,you´ll find  the links to the other ones below

W:I:L & gENOMIQ sEQUENCE feat. Augenmerk: Heute

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