Pacifico

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- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appasionata Strings - Violins 1 - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appasionata Strings - Violins 2 - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appasionata Strings - Cellos - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appasionata Strings - Basses - Glancing Attack
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appasionata Strings - Basses - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Viola Leader - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Oboe - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Flûte - Legato
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Harp - Gliss FX
- Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Scratchy Pad
- Spitfire Audio - Originals - Cimbalon - Sustained
- Spitfire Audio - Originals - Cinematic Frozen Strings - Flautando CS
- Spitfire Audio - Fragile String Evolutions - Ambient Tratto
- Spitfire Audio - Angular String Evolutions - Close To Home
- Spitfire Audio - Hauschka Composer Toolkit
- Spitfire Audio - Blankfor.MS - Tape Synths
- Spitfire Audio - Albion V Tundra
- Spitfire Audio - LABS - Tape Piano - Felt Cassette
- BS - Era II - Vocal Codex - Contemplating
- Arturia - Augmented Strings
- UVI - World Suite

4/4, 120 bpm

En Résonance

I’ve traveled the seas and I’ve wandered the lands
I’ve sprinkled the seeds grown into these grass
Encircled by peaks I’m unable to pass
I feel like a stone being crushed into sand

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

I came to a town where nobody smiled 
And tilted my hat to a woman and child
I offered support but the people were shy
Their soil ablaze and the desert is dry

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Cloak your skin from the sun fornicate with the night
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
Overcome by the heat and it messed with my mind
My shoulders are frail but I do what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of  a desperate man

Desperate Man

In The Corner Of The Night

Georg Trakl (1887-1914) was an Austrian Expressionist poet with strong Symbolist influences. 
The following poem "Der Spaziergang" ( "The Walk") was written in 1913.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo-guitar.

The picture shows a detail of „Astronaut“, ink on paper, 2020 by Gregor Kalus



See translation (mainly by machine) below


Der Spaziergang

1
Musik summt im Gehölz am Nachmittag. 
Im Korn sich ernste Vogelscheuchen drehn. 
Holunderbüsche sacht am Weg verwehn; 
Ein Haus zerflimmert wunderlich und vag.

In Goldnem schwebt ein Duft von Thymian,
 Auf einem Stein steht eine heitere Zahl. 
Auf einer Wiese spielen Kinder Ball, 
Dann hebt ein Baum vor dir zu kreisen an.

Du träumst: Die Schwester kämmt ihr blondes Haar, 
Auch schreibt ein ferner Freund dir einen Brief.
 Ein Schober fliegt durchs Grau vergilbt und schief 
Und manchmal schwebst du leicht und wunderbar.

2
Die Zeit verrinnt. O süßer Helios! 
O Bild im Krötentümpel süß und klar;
 Im Sand versinkt ein Eden wunderbar.
 Goldammern wiegt ein Busch in seinem Schoß.

Ein Bruder stirbt dir in verwunschnem Land 
Und stählern schaun dich seine Augen an.
 In Goldnem dort ein Duft von Thymian. 
Ein Knabe legt am Weiler einen Brand.

Die Liebenden in Faltern neu erglühn 
Und schaukeln heiter hin um Stein und Zahl. 
Aufflattern Krähen um ein ekles Mahl
 Und deine Stirne tost durchs sanfte Grün.

Im Dornenstrauch verendet weich ein Wild. 
Nachgleitet dir ein heller Kindertag, 
Der graue Wind, der flatterhaft und vag 
Verfallne Düfte durch die Dämmerung spült.

3
Ein altes Wiegenlied macht dich sehr bang. 
Am Wegrand fromm ein Weib ihr Kindlein stillt. 
Traumwandelnd hörst Du wie ihr Bronnen quillt. 
Aus Apfelzweigen fällt ein Weiheklang.

Und Brot und Wein sind süß von harten Mühn. 
Nach Früchten tastet silbern deine Hand. 
Die tote Rahel geht durchs Ackerland. 
Mit friedlicher Geberde winkt das Grün.

Gesegnet auch blüht armer Mägde Schoß, 
Die träumend dort am alten Brunnen stehn. 
Einsame froh auf stillen Pfaden gehn
 Mit Gottes Kreaturen sündelos.

_________________________________________




The Walk

1
Music hums in the grove in the afternoon. 
Serious scarecrows turn in the corn. 
Elder bushes gently drift along the path; 
A house flickers whimsically and vaguely.

In gold floats a scent of thyme, 
On a stone stands a cheerful number.
 In a meadow children play ball, 
Then a tree in front of you begins to circle.

You are dreaming: Your sister combs her blonde hair, 
Also a distant friend writes you a letter. 
A rick flies through the grey yellowed and crooked 
And sometimes you float gently and wonderfully.

2
Time slips away. O sweet Helios! 
O image in the toad-pool sweet and clear; 
In the sand an Eden sinks wonderful.
 A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.

A brother dies to thee in a haunted land 
And steely his eyes gaze at you. 
In gold there a fragrance of thyme.
 A boy sets fire to the hamlet.

The lovers glow anew in butterflies 
And sway cheerfully around stone and number. 
Crows flutter up around a disgusting meal 
And your forehead thunders through the mellow green.

In the thorny bush a deer dies a soft death. 
After you glides a bright child's day, 
The grey wind that flutters and vaguely washes 
Decaying scents through the twilight.

3
An old lullaby makes you very anxious. 
By the wayside a woman piously nurses her child. 
Dreamwalking you hear how her fountains gush. 
From apple branches falls a sober consecration sound.

And bread and wine are sweet from hard toil. 
Your silver hand gropes for fruit.
 The dead Rachel walks through the farmland. 
The green beckons with a peaceful gesture.

Blessed also blossoms the bosom of poor maidens, 
Who stand there dreaming by the old well. 
Lonely ones gladly walk the silent paths
Amongst God's creatures without sin.

Der Spaziergang (Trakl, 1913) ft The Neighbor

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