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Cyber Junky - Eine gefährliche Reise in die Matrix Cyber Junky - A dangerous trip into the matrix (in Greman) Crazy like a dream... It's comics! It's manga! It's anime! It's fun! The CYBER JUNKY plugs himself into the matrix! He is exploring the illegal cyberspaces and testing the limits while experiencing explosive and sensual but highly dangerous situations... L Y R I C S (German) Gedankenschwaden - Treibglas im Blut… Kabel halten mich fest - Schalter schnappen zu - Motoren drehen sich zu mir - beissender Gestank - tote Mails… - WEG HIER - Spannungsüberbrückung zum Diodenfenster - und dann hinaus - ins Magnetfeld… Ich seh’ das Datenmeer… Eintauchen in die gleissende Informationsflut - widersprüchliche Daten - alles zeitgleich - viel zuviel - Hirnbrandgefahr… - WEG HIER – SCHUBIDUBIDUU BABDIBAB SCHABADUU… Links hinunter, ins illegale Sub-Cyber-Moloch… (hahaha….) Die Taktfrequenz gibt mir den Beat - der Sound ist purpur und es gibt viel Haut… Ich zapf’ mir mit ‘ner geklauten Nummer ‘ne Geisha an und überschütt’ sie mit Perlen und Diamanten… …Scheisse!!! - Nummernsperrung - diesmal ist es aber schnell gegangen… - WEG HIER - #rotorvideos, #dertraeumer, #breakbeat, #triphop, #techstep, #breaks, #anime, #manga, #comics, #sciencefiction, #crazy, #spoken, #massive, #score, #fantasy, #robots, #cyberspace, #wiredmusic

Remembering is a 10 minute voyage through different dream sates it is a whole story that leaves you in an other state when you finished listening. The 'song'... - what would you call it? ...has gone through a long time and different versions. I now totally reworked the track with new musical parts, sound design and new poetry lyrics. Remembering is an epic piece that builds up very dreamy, quiet and soft - to a moment of bliss... then torn back down into the whole tragedy of life -up to a climax of noise and distortion that dies away into almost absolut silence. Out of the silence - a tender start with soft violin pizzicatos - back to life - building up with classical power and rhythms - up to a radiant feast of life! Enjoy! I'm happy to receive comments! L Y R I C S: Rain. Drops. Fallen onto the train window. Pearls of light in the slipstream. Pressed to flimsy streamlets. Melting trees. Rêve du papillon Concrete sceleton building. Steam cloud. Colums of neon light. Traffic jam. Redlight. A gang of crows. Lonelyness. Flashing - blue - light. A flying umbrella. Cloud frazzles. Sun. Remembering... (The heartbeat down in the red universe. Celestial palaces Wide gardens.) Bliss. A drop of water. Motionless in the air. Bliss. Which is suddenly bending ...into a glisening dark place that consists of drilling loops and cold abysses. Dashed out into the hurrican of powers. Clueless. Jerked into the sludge. Seduced by greedy senses Embedded in illusion. Shadow and light. In the mirror hall between hore house and temple. Into the infinite blast. Then. Maybe. You’ll hear again the silence. The quiet dance of the things. The clear song of the heart. The bright play of being. A twinkle in the water.

Welcome to your own fantasy! This is a song to close your eyes and to dream. Put on your best headphones and enjoy... Purple Clouds is a fantasy storytelling/poetry song - kind of a 'story song' (how would you describe it?) of the music artist DER TRÄUMER. It has a hand played shehnai - an oriental oboe and violin. This is a new dark remix that's mixed by Anthony Galatis in London. The video is from Jerry Suen and re-edited for the dark mix. The story "purple clouds" takes place in a poetic and mystery fantasy world. It tells about the reminiscence of past times and places and a deep longing. And finally the knowledge to come home after thousands of years of struggle. I am happy to receive comments! LYRICS: A hovering city over an oil painting With lively colour thrown on canvas Flaring light - im Schrei des Falken Light rooms within clouds A dream returns to be washed away An echo of ancient feeling Faint memory of the light Coming Home Flying Centaurs and dragon riders Lost in the ecstasy of battle Purple clouds – in the mirror of the quicksilver lake She however, closes her eyes - and sees the afterimage of his soul glowing on her retina The Echo of his words. Retained forever in the murals of the tower. Lost in the wind of the tides. At the gates to eternity - guarded by cherubim There she walks. Remembering of what there is to be. Violin solo Coming Home

Every dream starts at the dream terminal in the wind... You hear a misterious cinematic atmosphere of a surreal place. Stange sounds and winds, horses, bubbles and a mystery, dark world. A subtle voice welcomes you at the 'dream terminal' and describes the dream landscape. It's an introduction to the music tracks of the sound artist DER TRÄUMER (the dreamer). He realizes a fusion of poetry/storytelling, music and cinematic sound worlds. Comments are highly welcomed! What did you see in your inner eye?... www.traeumer.com L Y R I C S: ...you are now at the dream terminal in the wind... ... waiting... ...for the dream that takes you along... The rusty terminal is anchored ...in the sky - by a rope.. ...long rope!... - - - ...the landscape is changing... obscure air fishes are glooming around - - -

Remembering is a 10 minute voyage through different dream sates it is a whole story that leaves you in an other state when you finished listening. The 'song'... - what would you call it? ...has gone through a long time and different versions. I now totally reworked the track with new musical parts, sound design and new poetry lyrics. Remembering is an epic piece that builds up very dreamy, quiet and soft - to a moment of bliss... then torn back down into the whole tragedy of life -up to a climax of noise and distortion that dies away into almost absolut silence. Out of the silence - a tender start with soft violin pizzicatos - back to life - building up with classical power and rhythms - up to a radiant feast of life! Enjoy! I'm happy to receive comments! L Y R I C S: Rain. Drops. Fallen onto the train window. Pearls of light in the slipstream. Pressed to flimsy streamlets. Melting trees. Rêve du papillon Concrete sceleton building. Steam cloud. Colums of neon light. Traffic jam. Redlight. A gang of crows. Lonelyness. Flashing - blue - light. A flying umbrella. Cloud frazzles. Sun. Remembering... (The heartbeat down in the red universe. Celestial palaces Wide gardens.) Bliss. A drop of water. Motionless in the air. Bliss. Which is suddenly bending ...into a glisening dark place that consists of drilling loops and cold abysses. Dashed out into the hurrican of powers. Clueless. Jerked into the sludge. Seduced by greedy senses Embedded in illusion. Shadow and light. In the mirror hall between hore house and temple. Into the infinite blast. Then. Maybe. You’ll hear again the silence. The quiet dance of the things. The clear song of the heart. The bright play of being. A twinkle in the water.

In these times you feel like being in a mirror hall....

...a trip into the kaleidoscope of a strange city....

The first "INSTANT DREAM" of a upcoming series. All music and sound design by the artist.

...my second strange dream.... ....red alert in my dark house..... ...intruders!! ...they could be everywhere... ....horrifying!!!