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Das Album „Of Wolves And Sheep“ war eigentlich schon fertig, da kam mir die Idee zu diesem Track, der nun den Schluss des Albums bildet. Zwei andere Stücke mussten ihm weichen.
Die Geschichte von Laura, die ihr Kind verlor, danach in dunkelste Verzweiflung stürzte und schließlich aus dem tiefen Tal der Trauer durch einen luziden Traum ins Leben zurückfindet, faszinierte mich, und daher wurde der Text (im Textkasten zu lesen) immer länger.
So ist ein epischer Song von sechzehneinhalb Minuten Länge entstanden, eine progressive-orchestral Folk-Rock Mini-Oper in sechs Akten.
Die Rollenverteilung:
Erzähler: meine Wenigkeit
Laura: Claudia Theisen
Laura als Mädchen: Sonja Lichtenberg
Lauras Sohn: Sonja Lichtenberg
Der Track ist einer der detailreichsten, die ich je aufgenommen habe. Im Mixer habe ich mit mehr als 100 Audiokanälen (die MIDI-Spuren nicht mitgerechnet) gearbeitet.
Ich hoffe, ihr haltet die mehr als 16 Minuten durch. Das würde mich freuen.
Heute ist außerdem das offizielle Release-Datums des Albums. Ihr könnt es kostenlos hier herunterladen:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/transmitter.html
Das Album „Of Wolves And Sheep“ war eigentlich schon fertig, da kam mir die Idee zu diesem Track, der nun den Schluss des Albums bildet. Zwei andere Stücke mussten ihm weichen.
Die Geschichte von Laura, die ihr Kind verlor, danach in dunkelste Verzweiflung stürzte und schließlich aus dem tiefen Tal der Trauer durch einen luziden Traum ins Leben zurückfindet, faszinierte mich, und daher wurde der Text (im Textkasten zu lesen) immer länger.
So ist ein epischer Song von sechzehneinhalb Minuten Länge entstanden, eine progressive-orchestral Folk-Rock Mini-Oper in sechs Akten.
Die Rollenverteilung:
Erzähler: meine Wenigkeit
Laura: Claudia Theisen
Laura als Mädchen: Sonja Lichtenberg
Lauras Sohn: Sonja Lichtenberg
Der Track ist einer der detailreichsten, die ich je aufgenommen habe. Im Mixer habe ich mit mehr als 100 Audiokanälen (die MIDI-Spuren nicht mitgerechnet) gearbeitet.
Ich hoffe, ihr haltet die mehr als 16 Minuten durch. Das würde mich freuen.
Heute ist außerdem das offizielle Release-Datums des Albums. Ihr könnt es kostenlos hier herunterladen:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/transmitter.html
I. Prelude
II. Mourning
A day of mourning
Like hundreds before
Without forewarning
She lost her child
And never has
reconciled with herself
Her husband left her
He could no longer stand
The silence between them
Couldn’t hold her hand
Anymore.
Her heart is so sore
Laura is so tired and worn out
The echoes of a hard day
Are whispering aloud
In her mind.
But they will fade away finally
In a minute or a day
For the brother of death
She is an easy prey
III. Sleep
Her eyelids grow heavy
Her mind becomes dazed
She finally falls asleep
Embedded in music
A tune by Pink Floyd
She floats through a soothing void
For the first time in months
She isn't annoyed
She breaks into easing tears
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
IV. The Valley
Gently, she lands on the ground
Astonished, she looks around
She’s standing in an alley
That leads through a valley
With hills and meadows so green
A wide lapis lazuli sky
Arches above her so high
The mountains around her no
They do not daunt her
She knows that she’s in a dream
She walks toward a grove in the meadow
The leaves of a bush start to stir
And out of its shadow
A girl waves to her
Her face looks familiar to her
“Who are you”, she wants to know
“I’m you”, the girl replies.
“You went astray.
And I will lead you
Thus you will find your way.”
“This empty land will be the scene
For another person’s dream
You do not belong here
There’s something wrong here
So follow me over the mount.”
V. The Desert
After an exhausting climbing
They’re standing on the ridge, looking down
A desert stretches far beneath them
As far as the eye can see
As far as the eye can see
A grid of jagged cracks in the red soil
Boulders are scattered all about
A deep canyon cuts through the wasteland
Its ground covered with dry sand
Its ground covered with dry sand
Downward points the girl to the canyon:
“In this riverbed once flowed your life.
We have to cross the desert apace!”
A shadow of doubt on her face
A shadow of doubt on her face
Day one | Despite the blazing sun
Day two | it’s bone-chilling cold,
but she stays bold
Day three | The hiss of a rattle snake
Day four | the only sign of life
she draws her knife
Day five | Laura’s feet are sore
Day six | Thirst and hunger torment her
Stop!” she shouts
“Why have you brought me here?
Back in the valley there I could fly!”
The girl shakes her head, frowning:
“The valley has been a delusion, a lie.
You never would find comfort there.
Instead, you would die by drowning
In solitude.”
Day seven | A green shimmer at the horizon
Day eight | Perhaps a mirage mocking her eye?
Day nine | But the hike finally comes to an end
VI. Memories
Wideeyed she looks around
This country must be spellbound!
They’re standing in an alley
That leads through a valley
With hills and meadows so green
A wide lapis lazuli sky
Arches above them so high
The mountains around her no
They do not daunt her
She knows that she is in a dream
Embedded in colors of fall
This land is not empty at all
Forgotten places
Familiar faces
Her memories of the past
People dear to her heart
People who’d taken part in her life
Her husband, her friends
Her parents and there...
A boy with a smile on his face!
She sinks into her son’s embrace
“You can return to this place”, he says
“Whenever you want
It will be your fount
To comfort you and to draw strength.”
“So bring your life back to order.
Don’t lock yourself in borders.
Risk a new start
Play a new card
I will be waiting for you in your heart
Wake up!”
II. Mourning
A day of mourning
Like hundreds before
Without forewarning
She lost her child
And never has
reconciled with herself
Her husband left her
He could no longer stand
The silence between them
Couldn’t hold her hand
Anymore.
Her heart is so sore
Laura is so tired and worn out
The echoes of a hard day
Are whispering aloud
In her mind.
But they will fade away finally
In a minute or a day
For the brother of death
She is an easy prey
III. Sleep
Her eyelids grow heavy
Her mind becomes dazed
She finally falls asleep
Embedded in music
A tune by Pink Floyd
She floats through a soothing void
For the first time in months
She isn't annoyed
She breaks into easing tears
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
Drifting and floating...
IV. The Valley
Gently, she lands on the ground
Astonished, she looks around
She’s standing in an alley
That leads through a valley
With hills and meadows so green
A wide lapis lazuli sky
Arches above her so high
The mountains around her no
They do not daunt her
She knows that she’s in a dream
She walks toward a grove in the meadow
The leaves of a bush start to stir
And out of its shadow
A girl waves to her
Her face looks familiar to her
“Who are you”, she wants to know
“I’m you”, the girl replies.
“You went astray.
And I will lead you
Thus you will find your way.”
“This empty land will be the scene
For another person’s dream
You do not belong here
There’s something wrong here
So follow me over the mount.”
V. The Desert
After an exhausting climbing
They’re standing on the ridge, looking down
A desert stretches far beneath them
As far as the eye can see
As far as the eye can see
A grid of jagged cracks in the red soil
Boulders are scattered all about
A deep canyon cuts through the wasteland
Its ground covered with dry sand
Its ground covered with dry sand
Downward points the girl to the canyon:
“In this riverbed once flowed your life.
We have to cross the desert apace!”
A shadow of doubt on her face
A shadow of doubt on her face
Day one | Despite the blazing sun
Day two | it’s bone-chilling cold,
but she stays bold
Day three | The hiss of a rattle snake
Day four | the only sign of life
she draws her knife
Day five | Laura’s feet are sore
Day six | Thirst and hunger torment her
Stop!” she shouts
“Why have you brought me here?
Back in the valley there I could fly!”
The girl shakes her head, frowning:
“The valley has been a delusion, a lie.
You never would find comfort there.
Instead, you would die by drowning
In solitude.”
Day seven | A green shimmer at the horizon
Day eight | Perhaps a mirage mocking her eye?
Day nine | But the hike finally comes to an end
VI. Memories
Wideeyed she looks around
This country must be spellbound!
They’re standing in an alley
That leads through a valley
With hills and meadows so green
A wide lapis lazuli sky
Arches above them so high
The mountains around her no
They do not daunt her
She knows that she is in a dream
Embedded in colors of fall
This land is not empty at all
Forgotten places
Familiar faces
Her memories of the past
People dear to her heart
People who’d taken part in her life
Her husband, her friends
Her parents and there...
A boy with a smile on his face!
She sinks into her son’s embrace
“You can return to this place”, he says
“Whenever you want
It will be your fount
To comfort you and to draw strength.”
“So bring your life back to order.
Don’t lock yourself in borders.
Risk a new start
Play a new card
I will be waiting for you in your heart
Wake up!”
