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RAY SPRINGWATER

Please, Please

Is this a love song? Or is it a song about fear and doubt? Do you want to love or do you want to be loved? Or is it just a cry for attention? Do you just love the idea of love? Or don't you dare to ask for love? Am I afraid of getting caught in a relationship? Or am I afraid of being left, so I stay away from any serious commitment. Sometimes you just can't find the answer to any of your own questions. So in the end it's a plea to another person to solve my problems. Please, please love me and I will sing you a song.

Love comes with you

We are all very connected and not only by wifi. We are all part in this bioshpere called earth with its tiny spot in the universe. We breath the same air, we walk the same soil, we swim our salty seas and our sweet water and we are kissed by a common sun. Because of the continuous specialization in labour each of us is a smail link in an enormous chain of economic activity. And we have a lot of history. I would not have invented airplanes or the train. We have captured the earth in an enormous human net of innumerable chains. This song wants to express this reality and say thank you to all the people -unknown to me- which make it possible for me to live to feel free. And I'm well aware that a lot of them don't get a fair share of the common wealth on this earth. Could somebody come up with a good idea to improve this strange economic laws we have constructed? You can call me.

Why & When

To be honest. This was the first song ever I wrote in the English language. How did this happen? I don't know. The small first sentence entered my mind, when I left my mother after a visit. I had to wait for the bus to take me to the station. Before the bus arrived the second line jumped into my head. And at the same time I started to hum a tune. All the way in bus and train I kept humming the tune until I arrived at home after one hour and a half. One way or another it felt as a gospel when I got home. I took a guitar and searched for some chords and the song started to grow. Now many years later I still subscribe the content. It is a song of hope and despair at the same time. Maybe we will never agree completely, but hopefully we can differ in peace.

Little Drummer Boy

In the days after my brother's death I got some vivid memories of his youth. Suddenly I saw him repeat on his drum pad. He never was and will be a Beatle. Like always he was very serious in his practicing. Much more serious than I was, so he made progress. And the rest of the song is imagination.

The Hangman

When somebody dies there is always anyone in charge to take care of the past, the properties and the inventory. When my brother died I was the one to carry that load. That task gave - and sometimes still gives me- the feel than i'm the hangman. Now it is a tough job, but in some more or less distinct future I will be rewarded. It's a strange combination of activities. I slowly erase a life and in the same time i live my life. Life is a never ending flow. We are just individual pearls in a human chain.

Bleeding Sun

The day of the burial was a beautiful day. Such a day in september that seems to say that the summer will never end. And then you more than ever realize that your brother has left all his fellow human beings and the living are carrying the coffin. We create a rite to highlight the special moments in life. But the sun is indifferent to all our sorrows and joy. And we keep asking questions about the meaning of life. At the same time these eternal questions are our indestructible and everlasting power. So we will equal the sun as a real force.

Let's talk about us

With a little introspection and a little outrospection I discovered that this world and the force of nature is so overwhelming and powerful that I as a lonely and vulnerable individual could not survive it one day. It can't be denied that everyone of us needs the help of many to build a shelter and create a small and understandable world. Your parents will hopefully make a start for you, but when you grow up you come in charge yourself and have to take your own responsibility. How big is your world, how big is your shelter. I 've built a house but everyday I wake up with the awareness of all you people out there on this planet.

Dear Friends
I don't know what happens when you die. I know my brother tried to stay in control. I don't know how to say goodbye. Of course you look back on what has been. Maybe you pick up your old agenda or diary and take a last look on your dates and rendez-vous. Who did I meet and for what reason or purpose? You will find some old pictures and remember the laughs and tears. And in the end you hope you will have been a good friend. And when the light is turned out you pray that you have left some good memories.

Golden Rule or Levinas' Law

In the course of history mankind has developed a lot of pacifiers and tools to regulate and tune human behaviour, relationships and interactions. But no perspective is as strong as the Golden Rule or Levinas' law. Now you might ask what does this philosopher state. In my simple words he says: "I am the other too." And this knowledge I have tried to catch in this song.

Comfort me

In the weeks before his death my brother and I talked more than we used to do. In these conversations and reflections he told me that he longed for a woman and I believe I could understand his desire. Maybe in the long run every man prefers to die in the arms of a woman. Every encounter of a man and a woman is a celebration of life. And of course there are men longing for men and women longing for women. The need for comfort is universal.

Brotherhood

We are all sisters and brothers, because that's what we are. We have learned to limit us to a small world and a small number of people, but we have to unlearn that. And it's hard to unlearn. But we are one big family on this spaceship/planet that we have named "earth". And the last living man or woman will always have thoughts on his fellowmen. And the living people keep on carrying the memory of the past.

Another day

When a loved one dies we're always full of emotions or at least I am. Let be me specific. Sometimes I'am even hurt when an acquaintance of a loved one dies. At that very day you may think that it will be a day you will never forget. But very soon the days roll on and on and on. I've tried to express this experience in this little acoustic hymn and named it Another Day.

The origin of this site

Rather special that I have been able to open up this webpage. This website contains the songs I have written in the summer and autumn and winter of 2011 and 2012. The immediate cause of these songs is the death of my brother. But as I kept writing the focus broadened. Other subjects came into mind and it all grew until I had a complete requiem titled: In the name of Brotherhood. But when I look at my work now it is still a requiem, but at the same time an ode to the tenderness, fragility and strength of life.