Dear President Putin
Dear President Selensky
Now this is the moment to stop the war. Please. May my music help you to take a peaceful decision.

Xubann

Stop The War! Now! please

Das ist eine Playlist mit 25 Schmuse-Covers. Alles instrumental. So schön können Synthesizer sein.

Music to Cuddle / Musik zum Schmusen (Instrumental Pop Covers)

Here is a beautiful and melancholy cover version of Jean-Michel Jarre's Equinoxe-5 (1978). I assigned a different pad synthesizer sound to each pitch. The result is so deeply sad and yet confident that I could cry.

Everybody on the freeway just stopped
Police had no choice (just) but to close the freeway
The most amazing sight
Ever viewed by the human eye

Equinoxe-5 --- Jean Michel Jarre --- Cover --- 129 bpm, G major

This beautiful piece by Breton Guy Tudy is written for classical guitar. I transferred it to warm synthesizers so it now sounds as if it came from a spaghetti western by Sergio Leone.

Romance irlandaise --- Guy Tudy --- 45 bpm, E major

This popular 1965 song has been covered over 50 times.
Bobby Womack (December 1968)
Colorado (October 1978)
America (March 1979)
River City People (June 1990)
Royal Gigolos (France 2004)
Die Five Tops (1966 mit Leo Leandros) German version "Dein Herz ist kalt wie Eis"
Richard Anthony: Sognando la California (italienische Version)
Richard Anthony: La terre promise (französische Version)
George Benson (instrumental)
The Ventures (instrumental)
Baby Huey & The Babysitters (instrumental)
Hi-Standard (Punk-Version)
The Beach Boys & Roger McGuinn
The Carpenters
The Les Humphries Singers Reunion
José Feliciano (B-Seite von Light My Fire)
The Seekers
Lionel Hampton (Jazz-Version)
Gee Gee & Soluna (Straßenfolk-Version)
Eddie Hazel (Soul-Version)
Motorpsycho (Alternative-Rock-Version)
Michael Chapdelaine (Fingerstyle-Arrangement)
Meat Loaf (Hell in a Handbasket)
Scala & Kolacny Brothers (Chor-Version)
Wes Montgomery (instrumental, Jazz-Version auf gleichnamiger LP von 1966)
Diana Krall (Pop-Version auf dem Album Wallflower, 2015)
Sia Furler (Für den Soundtrack des Films San Andreas, 2015)
K.I.Z, Nord Nord Muzikk (Melodie im Refrain des Songs Neuruppin 2, 2019)

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher liked the cold (preacher liked the cold)
He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay)
California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
If I didn't tell her (if I didn't tell her)
I could leave today (I could leave today)
California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day

California Dreamin' --- The Mamas & The Papas --- Cover --- 120 bpm, C sharp minor

i loved the football-match brasil - mexico at the FIFA world cup 2014 even when it ended 0:0. the persistent fighting spirit of both teams in a feverish soccer-arena live-broadcasted all over the world inspired me to produce this wild track. behind the struggling beat you hear the sweet melody of "kumbaya my lord". that way the hardcore-beat is embedded in reverent harmonies full of hope. you like it? then you really are my type... let me know and comment! Neymar, go for it!

Brasil - Mexico, 0:0,  FIFA World Cup 2014 (inspired by Kumbaya My Lord --- Traditional)

Remember when you were young?
You shone like the sun
Shine on, you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Shine on, you crazy diamond
You were caught in the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target for faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine
You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the moon
Shine on, you crazy diamond (you crazy diamond)
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on, you crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome
With random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
Come on, you painter, you piper, you prisoner, shine

Shine On, You Crazy Diamond --- Pink Floyd --- Cover

bobby brown is going down

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
I'll let her do all the work and maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God, I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good)
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie (yeah?)
She made a little speech then
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God, I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
And I'm a miserable son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
(I wonder-wonder, wonder-wonder)
So I went out and bought me a leisure mask
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
And none of the jocks even think about Tonto
Eventually me and a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
Long as I gets a little golden shower
Oh God, I am the American Dream
With a spindle up my butt 'til it makes me scream
And I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred"
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic
Thanks to Freddie I'm a sexsual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin' down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin' down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin' down
I didn't know you'd be surprised

Bobby Brown --- Frank Zappa --- Cover

Glass Choir (Padshop)

ifen pfeifen

Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Sono un italiano
Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente
E un partigiano come presidente
Con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra
Un canarino sopra la finestra
Buongiorno Italia con i tuoi artisti
Con troppa America sui manifesti
Con le canzoni, con amore, con il cuore
Con più donne sempre meno suore
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa
Con la crema da barba alla menta
Con un vestito gessato sul blu
E la moviola la domenica in TV
Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto
Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto
Con la bandiera in tintoria
E una Seicento giù di carrozzeria
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero

SNGR-SNGWRTR

120 bpm Lasciate Mi Cantare

Sally called when she got the word
And she said, "I suppose you've heard... about Alice?"
When I rushed to the window and I looked outside
And I could hardly believe my eyes
As a big limousine rolled up, into Alice's drive
Oh, I don't know why she's leaving
Or where she's gonna go
I guess she's got her reasons
But I just don't want to know
'Cause for 24 years
I've been living next door to Alice
24 years just waiting for a chance
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance
Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Alice
We grew up together, two kids in the park
We carved our initials, deep in the bark
Me and Alice
Now she walks through the door, with her head held high
Just for a moment, I caught her eye
As a big limousine pulled slowly, out of Alice's drive
Oh, I don't know why she's leaving
Or where she's gonna go
I guess she's got her reasons
But I just don't want to know
'Cause for 24 years
I've been living next door to Alice
24 years just waiting for a chance
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance
Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice
And Sally called back and asked how I felt
And she said, "I know how to help
Get over Alice"
She said, "Now Alice is gone, but I'm still here"
You know I've been waiting for 24 years
And a big limousine disappeared
I don't know why she's leaving
Or where she's gonna go
I guess she's got her reasons
But I just don't want to know
'Cause for 24 years
I've been living next door to Alice
24 years just waiting for a chance
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance
But I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice
No, I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice

Living Next Door To Alice 120 Bpm

Beinahe wäre sie untergegangen im File-Salat, diese melancholische Dance-Nummer von Ende der 90er Jahre. Nur für euch sorgfältig aufbereitet.

9 P.M. (till I come) --- ATB --- Cover

Nebenher ein Whitney-Houston-Remix. Einfach weil's Freude macht.

Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright
(Turn me up, turn me up)
Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright
Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright
Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright
If tomorrow is judgment day
(Sing mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
If I wake up in World War III
(World War, in World War III)
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if you're coming with me
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
'Cause your love is my love (My love)
And my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
'Cause your love is my love
And my love is your love (Yes, it is)
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
If I lose my fame and fortune
(Really don't matter)
And I'm homeless on the street (On the street)
And I'm sleeping in Grand Central Station (Okay)
It's okay, if you're sleeping with me
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
As the years they pass us by (Years, the years, the years)
We stay young through each other's eyes (Each other's eyes)
And no matter how old we get
It's okay, as long as I got you baby
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
(Clap your hands, y'all, it's alright)
'Cause your love is my love
And my love is your love (Is your love, baby)
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
'Cause your love is my love
And my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
If I should die this very day (Very, very day)
Don't cry, 'cause on Earth we weren't meant to stay
(Oh no, no, no)
And no matter what the people say
(It really don't matter)
I'll be waiting for you after the judgment day
'Cause your love (Love) is my love
And my love is your love (Your love)
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us (Can't hold us)
'Cause your love is my love
And my love is your love (Yes, it is)
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
'Cause your love is my love (Is my love)
And my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us (Baby)
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

My Love Is Your Love Remix --- Whitney Houston --- Cover

Vor zehn, zwanzig Jahren machte ich mit bei Soulseek, einer Underground-Tauschbörse für mp3. Dido wurde mir auf diesem Weg bekannt. Ich habe sie sehr gern. "Don't leave home" ist eines meiner Lieblingslieder.
Das Cover hier ersetzt die akustischen Gitarren durch elektrische. So entsteht ein Hardrock- oder mindestens Slowrock-Feeling.

Like a ghost, don't need a key
Your best friend, I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up from me
You don't even, need to speak
And I've been here just for one day
You'll already miss me, if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends, anymore
Oh, don't leave home
Oh, don't leave home
And if you're cold, I'll keep you warm
If you're low, just hold on
'Cause I will be your safety
Oh-oh, don't leave home
I arrived when you were weak
I'll make weaker, like a child
Now all your love you gave to me
When your heart is all I need
Oh, don't leave home
Oh, don't leave home
And if you're cold, I'll keep you warm
And if you're low, just hold on
'Cause I will be your safety
Oh-oh, don't leave home
Oh, how quiet, quiet the world can be
When it's just you and little me
Everything is clear, and everything is new
So you won't be leaving, will you?
And if you're cold, I'll keep you warm
And if you're low, just hold on
'Cause I will be your safety
Oh-oh, don't leave home
'Cause I will be your safety
And I will be your safety
And I will be your safety
Oh-oh, don't leave home

Don't leave home --- Dido --- Hardrock-Cover

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there? s not a trace, mmm of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin', baby
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone sneakin' around the corner
Is the someone, Mack the Knife?
From a tugboat, by the river
A cement bag's drooppin' down
Yeah, the cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack, he's back in town
Looky here Louie Miller, disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do somethin' rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Lotte Lenya, Sweet Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, dears
Now that Mack, he's back in town
Take it, Satch

Mack The Knife --- Kurt Weill --- Synthesizer-Cover

Psychiater Dr. Eisenhut

Psychiater Dr. Guggenheim

Psychiaterin Dr. Mayer

Psychiaterin Dr. Knödler

Psychiater Dr. Nüesch

Psychiater Dr. Quarella

Psychiater Dr. Iliasi

Black's "Wonderful Life" brachte 1986 eine melancholische Note in die Hitparade. 

Here I go out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky and in my blue eye
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
Sun's in your eyes, the heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you
Because you're there
And I need a friend, oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
I need a friend, oh, I need friend
To make me happy
Not so alone
Look at me here
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to hide and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
Wonderful life
It's a wonderful life

Wonderful Life --- Black --- Cover

Don't you know
They're talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
Talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Don't you know
Talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs
Don't you know you better run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Oh, I said you better run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution
'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh
I've been standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Don't you know
Talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper
And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh, no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh, no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh, no

Talkin' about a revolution --- Tracy Chapman --- Cover

Now, baby, come on
Don't claim that love you never let me feel
I shoulda known
'Cause you've brought nothing real
Come on, be a man about it, you won't die
I ain't got no more tears to cry
And I can't take this no more
You know I gotta let it go
And you know
I'm outta love, set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way to get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
Said I'm outta love, can't you see
Baby, that you gotta set me free? I'm outta love, yeah
Said how many times
Have I tried to turn this love around?
But every time
You just let me down
Come on, be a man about it, you'll survive
True that you can work it out all right
Tell me, yesterday, did you know
I'd be the one to let you go?
And you know
I'm outta love, set me free (set me free, yeah)
And let me out this misery (oh, let me out this misery)
Just show me the way to get my life again
You can't handle me
Said I'm outta love (I'm outta love), can't you see
Baby, that you gotta set me free? I'm outta-
Let me get over you (over you)
The way you've gotten over me too, yeah
Seems like my time has come, and now I'm movin' on
I'll be stronger
I'm outta love, set me free (set me free)
And let me out this misery (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just show me the way (show me the way) to get my life again (my life again)
You can't handle me (no, no, no, no)
Said I'm outta love (I'm outta love), set me free (set me free)
And let me out this misery (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just show me the way to get my life again
You can't handle me
Said I'm outta love, can't you see (can't you see)
Baby, that you gotta set me free? I'm outta love, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm outta love, set me free (no, n-n-no, no, no, yeah)
And let me out this misery (out this misery)
Just show me the way to get my life again
You can't handle me (no, no, nobody)
Said I'm outta love (oh, yeah), set me free (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way

I'm outta love --- Anastacia --- Cover

Wise men say
"Only fools rush in"
But I can't help
Falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help
Falling in love with you?
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help
Falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help
Falling in love with you
For I can't help
Falling in love with you

I can't help falling in love with you --- Elvis Presley --- Cover

Hey you
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you
Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart
I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried, he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey you
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand
Divided we fall
(We fall, we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall)

Hey You --- Pink Floyd --- Cover

What seems more important is that workers and fanciers come together. All the workers who have to waste their time and suppress their nature in the absurd system. And all the fanciers who have never had to work hard in life and stumble from one WEF to the next, always with the feeling that they are business leaders with "smart impact". Aren't you more of an actor for the news? And the workers think: "If you only knew!"

The night seems to fade
But the moonlight lingers on
There are wonders for everyone, oh
The stars shine so bright
But they're fading after dawn
There is magic in Kingston Town
Oh, Kingston Town
The place I long to be
If I had the whole world
I would give it away
Just to see the girls at play
When I am king
Surely I would need a queen
And a palace and everything, yeah
And now I am king
And my queen will come at dawn
She'll be waiting in Kingston Town
Oh, Kingston Town
The place I long to be
If I had the whole world
I would give it away
Just to see the girls at play, yeah
When I am king
Surely I would need a queen
And a palace and everything, yeah
And now I am king
And my queen will come at dawn
She'll be waiting in Kingston Town
She'll be waiting in Kingston Town, right on
She'll be waiting in Kingston Town, oh, yeah
She'll be waiting in Kingston Town, oh, yeah
She'll be waiting-

Kingston Town --- UB40 --- Cover

this wonderful slow-trance-track is a hit in mexico-city! harmonies like you never heard them before. hey, dj, if it's too slow for you, tune it up and bring it to the dancing audience! we're always open for collaborations, remixes and ordered works. this track is composed on a guitar first, then brought to the computer. it's more than buying a trance-machine and screwing on the presets!
I'd like to play it very loudly on the WEF2020 all over modern and clear Davos.

The Fair Sex

All done with Oberheim Matrix 12 (virtualized by Arturia). It's so groovy and funky! Every DJ should download it here for free.
I wish, i get again an accepted member of this society and am invited to DJ in Davos during the WEF 2020 to bring my grooves finally to an excited audience after years of starving and vagrancy! if miracles would happen!

Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing (yeah go ahead)
I wanta get into it, man, you know (go ahead!)
Like a, like a sex machine, man (yeah go ahead!)
Movin' and doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
One, two, three, four!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Wait a minute
Shake your arm and use your form
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling
Sure as you're born
Get it together, right on, right on
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)...
Hah!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
You said, you said you got
You said the feeling
You got to get-a
You give me the fever
And a cold sweat
The way I like, it is the way it is
I got mine
Don't worry about his
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up)
Like a sex machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Bobby! Should I take 'em to the bridge (Go Ahead!)
Take 'em on to the bridge! (Take em to the bridge!)
Should I take 'em to the bridge? (Yeah!)
Take 'em to the bridge? (Go ahead!)
Hit me now!
Come on!
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
The way I like it is, is the way it is
I got mine, dig it!, he got his
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene
I wanna count it off one more time now (Go ahead!)
You wanna hear it like it did on the top fellas? (Yeah!)
Hear it like it did on the top? (Yeah!)
Hit it now!
Get on up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get on up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up), like a lovin' machine, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Taste, (get on up)
Bein', (get on up)
Taste, (get on up)
Bein', (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Stay on the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (get on up)
You gotta have the feelin, (get on up)
Sure as you're born, (get on up)
Get it together, right on, right on
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Right on, right on, (right on, right on)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
And then, shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up) Huh!
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Can we hit it like we did one more time, from the top
Can we hit like that one more time (One more time!)
One more time!
Let's hit it and quit! (Go ahead!)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah!)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah!)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah!)
Hit it!

WEF2020: Sex Machine (James Brown) ---- by Oberheim Matrix 12

Ich heb ab
Nichts hält mich am Boden
Alles blass und grau
Bin zu lange nicht geflogen
Wie ein Astronaut
Wir laufen rum mit der Schnauze voll, die Köpfe sind leer
Sitzen im Dreck bis zum Hals, haben Löcher im Herz
Ertränken Sorgen und Probleme in 'nem Becher voll Wein
Mit einem Lächeln aus Stein, uns fällt nichts Besseres ein
Wir hab'n morgen schon vergessen, wer wir gestern noch war'n
Hab'n uns alle vollgefressen und vergessen zu zahl'n
Lassen alles steh'n und liegen für mehr Asche und Staub
Wir woll'n alle, dass es passt, doch wir passen nicht auf
Die Stimme der Vernuft ist längst verstummt, wir hör'n sie nicht mehr
Denn manchmal hab'n wir das Gefühl, wir gehör'n hier nicht her
Es gibt kein Vor und kein Zurück mehr, nur noch Unten und Oben
Einer von hundert Millionen, ein kleiner Punkt überm Boden, ich heb ab
Ich heb ab
Nichts hält mich am Boden
Alles blass und grau
Bin zu lange nicht geflogen
Wie ein Astronaut
Ich seh die Welt von oben
Der Rest verblasst im Blau
Ich hab Zeit und Raum verloren, hier oben
Wie ein Astronaut
Im Dunkel der Nacht
Hier oben ist alles so friedlich, doch da unten geht's ab
Wir alle tragen dazu bei, doch brechen unter der Last
Wir hoffen auf Gott, doch hab'n das Wunder verpasst
Wir bauen immer höher bis es ins Unendliche geht
Fast acht Milliarden Menschen, doch die Menschlichkeit fehlt
Von hier oben macht das alles plötzlich gar nichts mehr aus
Von hier sieht man keine Grenzen und die Farbe der Haut
Dieser ganze Lärm um nichts verstummt, ich hör euch nicht mehr
Langsam hab ich das Gefühl, ich gehöre hier her
Es gibt kein Vor und kein Zurück mehr, nur noch Unten und Oben
Einer von hundert Millionen, ein kleiner Punkt überm Boden
Ich heb ab
Nichts hält mich am Boden
Alles blass und grau
Bin zu lange nicht geflogen
Wie ein Astronaut (oh)
Ich seh die Welt von oben
Der Rest verblasst im Blau (yeah)
Ich hab Zeit und Raum verloren, hier oben
Wie ein Astronaut
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wie ein Astronaut
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Und beim Anblick dieser Schönheit fällt mir alles wieder ein
Sind wir nicht eigentlich am Leben, um zu lieben und zu sein?
Hier würd ich gern für immer bleiben, doch ich bin ein Wimpernschlag
Der nach fünf Milliarden Jahren nicht viel mehr zu sein vermag
Ich heb ab (oh)
Nichts hält mich am Boden (ah)
Alles blass und grau (yeah)
Bin zu lange nicht geflogen
Wie ein Astronaut (oh)
Ich seh die Welt von oben (ah)
Der Rest verblasst im Blau (im Blau)
Ich hab Zeit und Raum verloren, hier oben
Wie ein Astronaut
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Wie ein Astronaut (oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (ah)
Wie ein Astronaut

Astronaut --- Sido --- Cover

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were
Dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls
With the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
So you're heading down the road
In your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and
Where you're gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and
Your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

This Is The Life --- Amy Macdonald --- Cover

I said upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
'Round and 'round you're turning me
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully, I say to thee
I'm aware that you're cheating
When no one makes me feel like you do
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
I know you got charm and appeal
You always play the field
I'm crazy to think you are all mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
There's a place in my heart for you
That's the bottom line
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully, I say to thee
I'm aware that you're cheating
But no one makes me feel like you do
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round, 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And, 'round and 'round
Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
'Round and 'round you're turning me
I say to thee, respectfully
Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and 'round you're turning me
I say to thee, respectfully
I said upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and 'round you're turning me
I say to thee, respectfully
Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
'Round and 'round you're turning me
I say to thee, respectfully
Upside down you're turning me

Upside Down --- Diana Ross --- Cover

damned good cover of the weather girls hit! went viral in Riyadh, Cairo, Seoul and Munich. djs! keep playing it at all this funky parties, where you can hear more than boom-boom-boom-boom, you know what we mean?

(Hi!) Hi!
We're your Weather Girls (uh-huh)
And have we got news for you (you better listen!)
Get ready, all you lonely girls
And leave those umbrellas at home (alright)
Humidity is rising (mmm, rising)
Barometer's getting low (how low, girl? Uh-oh)
According to all sources (what sources now?)
The street's the place to go (we better hurry up)
'Cause tonight for the first time (first time)
Just about half-past ten (half-past ten)
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men (start raining men)
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men, every specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark, and lean
Rough and tough, and strong and mean
God bless Mother Nature (she's a single woman, too!)
She took on the Heavens (and she did what she had to do)
She (she) fought (fought) every angel, and rearranged the sky
So that each and every woman could find the perfect guy
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
I feel stormy weather moving in
About to begin (about to begin)
Hear (hear) the (the) thunder (thunder)
Don't (don't) you (you) lose (lose) your (your) head!
Rip off the roof and stay in bed (rip off the roof and stay in bed!) Oh
God bless Mother Nature (she's a single woman, too!)
She took on the Heavens (and she did what she had to do)
She (she) fought (fought) every angel, and rearranged the sky
So that each and every woman could find the perfect guy
(Oh) ooh, it's raining men, yeah!
Can't you feel it?
Humidity is rising (oh, humidity is rising)
Barometer's getting low (it's getting low, low, low)
According to all sources (according to all sources)
(According to all sources)
The street's the place to go
'Cause tonight for the first time (first time)
Just about half-past ten (half-past ten)
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men (start raining men)
It's raining men! (Woo) hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
It's raining men! Hallelujah!
It's raining men! Amen!
It's raining men! Hallelujah! (what you do mean?)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
It's raining men!
Tall, blonde, dark, and lean
Rough and tough, and strong and mean
C'mon! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! It's raining men!
Whoo, it's raining men!
Follow me, follow me

It's Raining Men --- Weather Girls --- Cover

Years ago at a new-year-party we danced to Abba's Dancing Queen. My then girlfriend Monika danced with every man but me! Am I still angry, that I treated this song so rough in this drum-&-bass-version? Actually not. But nevertheless I like the uninhibited bassline and see it as my late answer to Monika's behavior.*
Like all my tracks it is downloadable for free! Let me know, when you use it for a remix or mash-up!
*Monika! The dancing queen is you! Anyway!

Ooh
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance
You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance
You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Digging the dancing queen

Drum & Bass-Dancing Queen

Like "Heroin For Talibans" this track is an excerpt of a great techno-mix, that i made on a Roland Groovebox MC-505 in the late 90s. Unfortunately I gave away this wonderful machine, because I was short of cash. When you ever see one, don't hesitate and buy it.
Special in the mix is, that everything is floating. It fits the vicious atmosphere in a gay club.

Labyrinth Club Zürich

Die Stücke aus dem "Klassischen Gitarrenbuch" von Stephan Schmidt habe ich schon Hunderte Male gespielt seit 1987. Hier das kurze Stück "Tanz" mit tiefer D-Saite (umgestimmt). Ich kann's manchmal nicht lassen: Eine veräppelnde Ansage plus ein fürchterlicher Reverse-Hall müssen sein...

Tanz von Georg Leopold Fuhrmann (1574 - 1616)

I am still exploring the possibilities that my little home studio offers. Today was the (virtual) Roland Jupiter-8's turn. He's doing quite well in this popular 1964 folk song.
1964! That was before the avalanche that destroyed our house in Davos in the winter of 1968 when my mother was pregnant with me.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Sound Of Silence --- Simon & Garfunkel --- Cover by Roland Jupiter - 8

This is made in Reason 7. Björk's music? A great love in the 90s, then slowly forgotten. Maybe it's time for a revival.

We live on a mountain, right at the top
This beautiful view from the top of the mountain
Every morning, I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car parts, bottles, and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit, a way to start the day
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
It's early morning, no one is awake
I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
I Imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks
And when it lands
Will my eyes be closed or open?
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you

Hyperballad --- Björk --- Synthesizer Cover by Reason 7

After a long time working with Steinberg Cubase 8, I reactivated Ableton Live 9 this week to build this cover version of the Ace Of Base hit.

She leads a lonely life
She leads a lonely life
When she woke up late in the morning light
And the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
Oh what a morning
It's not a day for work
It's a day for catching tan
Just laying on the beach and having fun
She's going to get you
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby yeah
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby yeah
(All that she wants)
(All that she wants)
So if you are in sight and the day is right
She's a hunter, you're the fox
The gentle voice that talks to you
Won't talk forever
It is a night for passion
But the morning means goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in her eyes
She's going to get you
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby yeah
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby yeah
Another baby yeah
Ohhh
Ohhh
All that she wants is another baby (Another baby yeah)
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby (Another baby yeah)
All that she wants is another baby (Another baby yeah)
She's gone tomorrow
Boy all that she wants is another baby (Another baby yeah)
All that she wants
All that she wants

All That She Wants --- Ace Of Base --- Cover by Ableton Live 9

Check it out Joe, ha!
Two, three, four - eins, zwei drei - na, es is nix dabei
Ja, wenn ich euch erzähl' die G'schicht
Nichtsdestotrotz, ich bin das schon gewohn
Im TV-Funk da läuft es nicht - Cha
Sie war jung das Herz so rein und weiß
Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis
Sie sagt: Sugar sweet, you gotta rappin' to the beat
Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß
Sie sagt: Babe, you know, I miss my funky friends
Sie meint: Jack und Joe und Jill
Mein Funkverständnis, ja das reicht zur Not
Ich überreiß' was sie jetzt will
Ich überleg bei mir, ihr Nas'n spricht dafür
Währenddessen ich noch rauch'
Die Specialplaces sind ihr wohl bekannt
Ich mein, sie fährt ja U-Bahn auch
Dort singen's:
Drah' di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Er wird di anschau'n und du weißt warum
Die Lebenslust bringt di um
Alles klar Herr Kommissar?
(Hey, wanna buy some stuff, man eh?)
(And did you ever rap that thing, Jack?)
(So rap it to the beat)
Wir treffen Jill und Joe und dessen Bruder Hipp
Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang
Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her
Dazwischen kratzen's ab die Wänd'
Dieser Fall ist klar, lieber Herr Kommissar
Auch wenn sie anderer Meinung sind
Den Schnee auf dem wir alle talwärts fahren
Kennt heute jedes Kind
Jetzt das Kinderlied:
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Er hat die Kraft und wir san klein und dumm
Und dieser Frust macht uns stumm
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Wenn er die anspricht und du weißt warum
Sag ihm, dein Leben bringt di um
Alles klar Herr Kommissar?
Cha cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Er hat die Kraft und wir san klein und dumm
Und dieser Frust macht uns stumm
Ala la la la la la
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Wenn er die anspricht und du weißt warum
Sag ihm, dein Leben bringt di um
La la la la la la
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh
Drah di net um - oh, oh, oh
Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um - oh, oh, oh

Der Kommissar --- Falco --- Cover

Ich hatte ein abenteuerliches Leben als Zeitungsmacher, Musiker, Kiffer, Psychiatrie-Dauergast und obdachloser Landstreicher. Jetzt behördlich versorgt im Wohnheim Felsengrund, Ostschweiz. Und endlich: Drogenfrei!

Xubann ist Philipp Aregger

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