Children's Song (Songtext)
When I watch a child lost for the world in it's game,
I wish so much I could do the same,
becoming myself without being alone,
becoming the center of a world that is my own.
Wish I could close my eyes and bad things go away,
wish I could yawn about what important people say,
wish I could be innocent and honest about anything and everyone,
wish I'd be certain again that after the rain comes the sun.
There is a holy place where children play,
I was there, I learned a lot, I even knew my way,
but I had to leave, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stay.
I was once steering a ship thru time and space,
but wherever I went I always could see my mother's face,
I still know how these wrinkles feel,
smiling at her, and the doubts her smiling could heal.
Children's Song - Interlude+Solo
Music: Michael Michaelis
Michael: Guitars, Bass, Viola, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Bass Drum, Percussion).
Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.
Salt Of The Earth
(1)
When you look out of your window, what do you see?
Traffic and people, maybe a cut-down tree.
When you open your door, what do you smell?
Almost odorless, probably poison, but you never can tell.
What do you see looking at the sky at night?
Barley a star, just a blanketed dome made of city light.
When you open your window, what do you hear?
The sound of the beast, feeding of domesticated fear.
(2)
Poor people's barracks covering the valley like straggly moss,
churches like breathing giants, bearing their builder's cross.
High towers bending like grass in the storm,
bridges made of steel, cooing like a newly-born.
(3)
What would happen if you look out your window at the open seas?
Or if you start your day watching a line of trees?
What would you do for a clear vision of the stars at night?
But what about the horrors that are back with no light?
How would you feel living in a home like a breath of roses?
But would you face the perils untamed nature imposes?
(4)
This city was raised by many generations, stone by stone,
It has a graveyard for it's builders, and a life of its own.
Words & Music: Michael Michaelis
Michael: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboard, Alto Recorder, Violin & Viola, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Snare, Bass Drum, Toms, Percussion).
Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.
(Last Update: 17.2.2018)
[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2018]
Changes
Music: Michael Michaelis (based on the Changes of "Giant Steps", written by John Coltrane)
Michael: Guitar, Bass, Piano, Viola, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Snare, Bass Drum, Toms).
Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.
[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2017]
Revolution
I still dream of a revolution,
not because I'm bored of evolution,
but things won't end well, that's just another illusion,
waiting for the end is no solution.
Sure: you want to sit back and watch how the game plays out,
but you're watching those who are weaving your shroud.
You might have a craving for that ivory to build up your own tower,
and you can't do that by raising your hands against those in power,
but you can't live in peace in thunder and lightning,
'cause what you hear and see, it's not mother nature, it's armies, fighting.
Sometimes you just want to be left alone,
but you can't merely survive on your own,
we're all citizens of planet earth,
being part of human nature is what makes living worth.
I know, you've heard these lines before,
and you would listen, but you're fighting a fucking war,
maybe you're wearing a shining armor, but I bet you're not,
praying for help from a king or a god is all you got,
but praying won't help, it won't even call a truce,
'cause all hell is about to break loose.
Words & Music: Michael Michaelis
Michael: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Violin & Viola (String Sections), Cymbals & HiHat, Wavedrum (Bass Drum, Snare, Toms), Percussion (Bamboo Cata), Synthesizer Programming.
Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.
(Last Update: 26.11.2017)
[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2017]
Byroads - Program
When I was looking for a title for my project, I translated the German term “Nebenstraßen” into “Byroads” - which seems pretty obvious for my kind of music.
Another choice would have been a translation of “Programmmusik” (program music). I rejected that for obvious reasons – it has a silly sound, to say the least. But it might have been a better description of what I'm trying to do.
In my songs lyrics come first. The music is just commenting the words. If the words are simple – like in Memories or Echos - the music can stay simple as well. The first song in the current “cycle” of what I'm just doing is Becoming - written on a trip thru South Africa, featuring musical standards used in African popular music, like unmodified cadences and patterns of “call and response”.
Sometimes the topic touched by the lyrics needs some level of comment. The music I do is not just paraphrasing what is already said, but offers some kind of an emotional level of understanding. Big words! ..and I'm not even sure if I can even touch that level at all; if I have the skills, as a composer, to do so.
Nevertheless: Nightfall is a good example of what I'm trying to do. It's a reminiscence to Richard Wagner's “Tristan & Isolde” (the “sirene” in the lyrics is – pretty obvious, at least to me – Isolde); there are several occurrences of the “Tristan” chord in the music. The formal structure of the song follows a “program”: Daylight (the intro) – Sunset (verse 1), Nightfall (verse 2), Rite Of The Shadows (interlude), Night (verse3). The entire structure is “reverse”; as is living, dying..
And so on (the dissonant Harps in Lies are not a coincidence, when the lyrics states: “I love you”; neither is the marching snare in Child of My Time in the last verse).
But it's up to the listener to make the connections – I just had a thought that it might help to give a hint.
In the last couple of weeks I did some re-recordings/re-mixes of some of the songs that started the cycle:
Becoming
Echos
Nightfall