17.8.2017

That Life

They say: life is what you make of it,
it's what the conductor preaches to the orchestra pit.
(Life is what you make of it,
but you'll burn yourself, ending in a fire pit.)

You might have a song on your lips,
all it takes is a single cloud for a full solar eclipse.
(You might think you made a mark,
it's just whistling in the dark.)

I believe you when you say you want to make it right,
finally you find yourself in the darkest night.
(Every time you try to make it right,
you end up stumbling thru the night.)


[“Es gibt kein richtiges Leben im falschen” - Theodor W. Adorno (“There cannot be a right life amidst wrong”).]


Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Guitars, Piano & Synthesizer, Bass, Violin & Viola (String Section), Cymbals, Percussion (Shaker, Tambourine, Triangle, Claves), Wave Drum (Snare, Bass Drum, Toms).

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.


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28.6.2017

Memories

There was a ragged garden behind my childhood home,
an enchanted place, a little world of it's own,
it was a sacred site, I buried a treasure there,
but I can't remember what and where.

The first time I heard that song I was all alone,
a stranger spoke to me I'd always known,
this music is a true companion for many years,
but I can't remember what once made me blink back tears.

Wish I could remember the first time I saw your face,
but that memory is just the center of a tangling maze,
I remember it's alleys, I walk them every now and then,
I circle it's center again and again.

Refrain

Memories are like a canvas, over-painted many times,
like a line of poetry, twisted and bended until it rhymes,
they feel real, but they're just a state of mind,
the past hides a truth you'll never find.


Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Violin & Viola, Cymbals.

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 7.7.2017)


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16.4.2017

The Jester

I'm the one who casts that dark shadow deep inside of you,
when you think you got rid of me, I jump out of the blue.

My art of seduction is subtle, I'm just telling what's true,
you'll side with me simply 'cause you know now what to do.

If you want to be the king of the game -
just do it, grab the crown in my name.

I can make a mask, and your face will grow to fit it,
but once you join my game you're not allowed to quit it.

You can shine in all the power and the glory,
just leave that life of yours at my soul depository.

Ending

Well I wish today is the day I take your soul,
but geez! you're a trickster, hiding an ace in the hole.
You denied the crown, took the role of the jester instead,
running me down as a cartoon on your scribbling pad.


(Unused Verses)

When you're tested by your qualms, I whisper in your ears,
I make a pledge to everything you wanna hear.

I'm your gardener, you are my seeds,
just do it, string my prayer beads.

Head for the crown, try to be king,
just do it, allowed is everything.


Painting: Paul Klee, The Devil juggles.

„He wears a mask, and his face will grow to fit it.” - George Orwell

„Just do it.” - Nike Inc.


Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Violin & Viola, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Bass Drum, Snare).

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 20.4.2017)


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6.2.2017

Persistence (Melting Clocks)

Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Guitar, Piano, Bass, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Bass Drum, Snare), Percussion (Shaker, Darbuka, Rainmaker), Synthesizer- and Sequencer Programming.

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 11.2.2017)


[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2017]

6.1.2017

Persistence

The sheet above fixates an improvisation I recently did on my guitar. I couldn't find a pulse for what I was doing, so the result looks like kind of a construct of excessive overthinking. It isn't.

The theme reminds me on a picture of Salvador Dalí, „Melting Watches“ - the music will fit pretty well into my „Paintings“-Project.

14.12.2016

Red Lights Behind

Different places, some dark, some light,
good or bad, wrong or right,
but it's not up to you to decide,
you can't place yourself on either side.

Where you'll go is in the blind,
all you see is red lights behind,
when moving fast all you want is look ahead,
but a blurred image of the past is all you get.

There is an angel, a storm blowing into her face,
a storm coming from the past at disturbing pace,
she's bowed down in mourning sorrow,
'cause all she wants is to turn around, to catch a sight of tomorrow.

That angel is falling thru time,
(same destiny as yours or mine,)
all she wants is to look ahead,
all she sees are the ashes of the past instead.

[Verses 3+4 are paraphrasingWalter Benjamin's remarks on a painting of Paul Klee, “Angelus Novus”.]


Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Violin (String Sections), Piano, Bass, Cymbals & HiHat, Wave Drum (Bass Drum, Snare), Percussion (Caxixi, Tambourine, Bamboo Cata).

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 26.12.2016)


[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2016]


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