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Your Ocean Home
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within your slumber
I'll wait till you come back
you've set foot upon the lands
but you'll be mine in the end

marry with good will
let her bear your little children
I hope they are strong ones
I hope you'll hold their brittle hands

dry the tears they weep
and let them keep you warm
you know you'll only sleep
in my cold velvet arms

let your marionettes dance
on a song of romance
on someone else's song of love
say it is good enough

make her sigh
all the gasps of delight
slide in her arms and kisses
as if it's where your heart is

parade with your bride
her veil a crispy white
it frames her pretty face
like the foam on my waves

make your grand promises
to your princesses
you know that you'll break them
but you'll never confess it

home is where the heart is
lie in arms you'd rather miss
you say you lead a good life
but you want nobody's wife

parade with your pride
write your riddles smitten
they'll fade with the tide
and I've got oceans of time

you know it's home
it's still all home
it's just home when you see the sea
that's why your heart belongs to me

you know it's home
it's still all home
I'm your home, I am the sea
you're only home when you're with me

you know it's home
it's still all home
you'll come back to my heart of blue
so I'll be the death of you

you know your home
it's still all home
you'll rush back to my bed
so I'll be your death

(ingredients: piano vocals, a humming singing saw vocal with a bit of echo, a low cello choir, an aha slide choir going up and down, throat percussion, a wave like exhale puffing with a little echo, an inhaling ah vocal, a background ha-ha vocal to go against the tide, a sea sample, a lead vocal, a good microphone)

Once upon a time, on a rainy day, I found an ancient sound editing program (audition 1) hidden on my big old granny computer. I have no idea where it came from, for I had definitely not added it, but it must have been hanging out there for quite some years already.

The program is so old that it doesn't allow much more than simple editing. However, I found that this limitation - with it's modest toys - provided a large playground and endless imagination (while having too many and too detailed toys to play with usually kills all the fun).

Playing around with it, I recorded a voice - with the microphone of my headset - that demanded a choir. So, having no other singers around, I recorded some more. The choir came to live and demanded other instruments.

But I only had two instruments laying around, a clarinet and a guitar. The clarinet I hadn't played for a long time, I never quite mastered playing the guitar and, despite my efforts, I did not find any musicians hidden in any of the cupboards.

For recording, I was stuck to my little bedroom (the wires of the headset are rather short and my old granny computer found unmovable), so I went hamstering about the house and dragged whatever objects that could produce some kind of sound back into the bedroom and then waited for them to tell me what they wanted to do (very rarely I used a sample, found in the webs somewhere or recorded with my mobile phone).

While the words and melodies poured out of my fingers, mouth, nose and ears, I couldn't get myself to stop. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, the time passed without a glance in the mirror or on the clock.

Practically every night, one could find me imitating percussion, trumpets and singing saws and banging about on household equipment with ...other household equipment (you can view the ingredients below the lyrics of each song), while sitting in my little bedroom, between the pillows.

After a few songs and a few weeks living like that, my cat was fed up by the neglect and resolved to confront me, making me realise that it's actually quite neccessary to eat, sleep and moreover, wash myself (as well as the pillows).

So these days, I put some effort in taking care of the household again. The pillows get their fresh cover on regular basis and I make sure to spend a lot of quality time with my cat. But, occasionally I return to wander the roads of midnight madness to make more music.

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The album Strawberry Hermitage is now available on CD in a small hard cover book (19x15cm) with 26 pages of lyrics and art works.

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