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Climb a Mountain
03:18
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Climb a Mountain
There are many reasons to give up, and as many reasons to give in
Sometimes you think you can't go on
Pick up your pace, pick up your heart, this is the time and place to start
Take your time but do not take too long
Or is there nothing you want to do? Something forgotten or something new?
Don't you have any dreams left, any schemes left
Plans to put in motion
Don't you want to climb a mountain or build a fountain
Go swimming in the ocean
One more time
Some days you only want to cry, on others you might want to die
You don't have to tell me, I've been there before
Life won't come easy but it can be done. It will be work and it will be fun
Once you've had a taste you will just want more
Or is there nothing you want to do? Something forgotten or something new?
Don't you have any dreams left, any schemes left
Plans to put in motion
Don't you want to climb a mountain or build a fountain
Go swimming in the ocean
One more time
There are many pitfalls on the way, if you can avoid them? Who can say
But if you don't try then you will never shine
If you stay inside, then you'll be safe, but you know that you can be brave
Take a leap of faith and you might learn to fly
Or is there nothing you want to do. Some thing forgotten or something new!
Don't you have any dreams left, any schemes left
Plans to put in motion
Don't you want to climb a mountain or build a fountain
Go swimming in the ocean
One more time
One more time
Or is there nothing you want to do?
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Home
02:47
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Home
When I see the trees around me, their age I almost feel
The breeze touches my face, unseen and yet real
The clouds tell me stories, wonders everywhere
And I know there is one dream I don’t share
I do not want to reach the stars, I do not yearn for galaxies unknown
I just want to feel the sun, I just want to feel the rain, I just want to be at home
When I wake up in the morning, on my balcony I go
To greet every plant, to weed and watch them grow
I dig my hands into the soil, caring, feeling glad
And I know there is one dream I never had
I do not want to reach the stars, I do not yearn for galaxies unknown
I just want to feel the sun, I just want to feel the rain, I just want to be at home
There is magic in the autumn, in leaves of red and gold
There is magic in the winter, glistening and cold
There is magic in the springtime, sprouting strong and young
And no dream can ever match the summer sun
I do not want to reach the stars, I do not yearn for galaxies unknown
I just want to feel the sun, I just want to feel the rain, I just want to be at home
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Old fashioned Orc
03:56
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Oldfashioned Orc
I'm an old fashioned Ork from before Tolkiens time
I've changed through the ages as every creature will
Once I was a deaths' demon, then I was just his aide
Now I am a solitary hermit on my hill
I watch over the wild herds of stag, goat and elk
Whoever hunts within my realm will track in vain
While I'm the herdsman no huntsman will take one of my own
And he who tries will not live to see the day
Though I live all by myself I am not alone
The trees that hide me are my friends and home
And I sit in silent solitude and watch the days go fast
I like this life much better than the last
The stories told about my kind change who and what I am
The stories say I'm ugly, that I am cruel and cold
Others say that in great need I am the best of friends
If you treat me right you gain my treasure chest of gold
The stories change and in time they change me in their wake
Books spread faster than spoken word once did
Even faster spread the pictures that seem to live and talk
I wake a different creature and I don't know where I fit
Day by day I feel more alone
The trees no longer seem to be my home
Still I sit in silent solitude and watch the days go fast
I liked myself much better in the past
I try to hold on, for my old self I fight
But my thoughts now turn to slaughter, bloodshed and to war
No matter what I want to be I cannot change the tide
I have to be the way that written Orks now are
So I turn into a soldier, a cruel fighter and a beast
Your stories make me a demon once again
I yet hold enough of my old self to hate what I now am
For you made me the enemy of man
Surrounded by my kind I am not alone
But I forget how it felt to be at home
The memories of solitude are vanishing too fast
I only hope that this change will not last
I only hope this change is not the last
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4. |
Trollsong
03:24
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Trollsong
We are creatures of magic, slow and strong
Creatures of beauty, of life and song
We sang for a portal to a distant shore
With forests and waters, what could we ask more?
The portal glowed soft, we passed through the stone
To a world young and green, but we were not alone
We never had guessed we had something to fear
Now it is too late! We are stranded out here!
The doorway is closed did you just hear the crack
of stone upon stone now there's no turning back
The joy of this place is fading too soon
We long for the home of our race
Beyond the moon
Without knowing or asking you hate what we are
We flee from your cities to mountains far
We hide in your graves, we change our skin
To resemble more closely the human kin
But you follow us, find us, you hunt us down
The cry "Kill the Troll" goes around and round
You slaughter us with cheerful spite
Beware the day that we turn back and fight!
You say we are eating your children
It is something we cannot resist
But you kill whole species for joy and for gain
Until they no longer exist
Maybe one day the portal will open again
So we can flee from the world of man
We sleep cold as stone in the deep and dark caves
Lest we be killed or turned into your slaves
The doorway is closed did you just hear the crack
of stone upon stone now there's no turning back
The joy of this place is fading too soon
We long for the home of our race
Beyond the moon
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Unfulfilled Passion
I´m slightly nervous, though it isn´t my first time
It is always different, always new
I take my jacket off, under a watchful eye,
Take off my hoodie, too
I come closer, vulnerable, slow
Ready for inspection
Hands explore me and I know
Fear of rejection
I stand in line to catch a flight
To see my lover on the other side
Of the Atlantic
It´s so romantic
But so far only the TSA
Has touched me in the way
That I hoped he would
And it felt – good
All too soon it is all over and I walk away
One step closer to my goal
Pick up my belongings from the tray
Onwards to the gate I roll
Half a day later we touch down
But please stay seated
Off the plane – again I stand around
Worn out but undefeated
I stand in line after my flight
To see my lover on the other side
Of the Atlantic
It´s so romantic
But so far only the TSA
Has touched me in the way
That I hoped he would
And it felt – good
From where I stand
I cannot see the end
of the line for immigration
Will I get my suitcase back?
Will customs object?
Such trepidation.
Another train ride and I´m by your side
I have missed you for so long!
You take me home and get me inside
Half asleep I tag along
Take off my shoes like I did before
Lie down on the bed
A minute later you hear me snore
I have dropped dead!
I stood in line and caught my flight
To see my lover on the other side
Of the Atlantic
It´s so romantic
But so far only the TSA
Has touched me in the way
That I hoped you would
It still felt – good
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What have I done?!
02:57
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What have I done (Ode to Amazon)
It started so innocent, so harmless and so small
When I wanted to knit a pullover for fall
Yarn shops are scarce and the web is so wide
I started to surf and got caught by the tide
So I ordered some yarn, and maybe some more
In colors that I had not considered before
Oh online shopping, what have I done?
I now have a dozen, where I just needed one
I know I should choose the one I like best
As I really have no need for the rest
Pondering choices it just goes to show
The returns might be free, but it’s hard to let go
I need a card but there seems to be none
For just this occasion, or I‘m googling it wrong
So I look for supplies for such a card to make
It seemed so much simpler than baking a cake
Too many different papers and tapes
Stencils and cutters in so many shapes!
Oh online shopping, what have I done?
I now have a dozen, where I just needed one
I know I should choose the one I like best
As I really have no need for the rest
Pondering choices it just goes to show
The returns might be free, but it’s hard to let go
Crafting and books, clothing and more
Why should I ever go visit a store?
When the net makes it easy, I can shop any time
Without wearing pants or standing in line
And buying in bulk must be a good call
As I only pay once for shipping it all!
Oh online shopping, what have I done?
I now have a dozen, where I just needed one
I know I should choose the one I like best
As I really have no need for the rest
Pondering choices it just goes to show
The returns might be free, but it’s hard to let go
Now I looked at some cat pics, adorable fluff
And find myself searching for related stuff
Cat toys and cat trees and costumes for pets
The longer I search, the cuter it gets!
My cart is full, curser pointing at „pay“
As I recall that I have no cat anyway!
Oh online shopping, what have I done?
I would have bought a dozen where I just needed - who am I kidding? - I needed none!
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Jela Schmidt Germany
I make music for fun. Some of my music is fun, some is serious, some is both.
On this page you will find home recordings, no professional studio albums.
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