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No Man s Land
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Medieval themed soft Folkrock
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1. Contact, 1st Contact, Spacerock, Psychedelic, Underground, Soundtracks, Chill-out, Trance Rock, Jazzrock, Rock, Ambient, Electronic, Jazz; Fusion, Bebop
Starting with Space Rock in the late 70ies, meanwhile we are really "no-stylers" - just letting the sound develop itself while playing. Most tracks are out "of the blue" ("Ex tempore"): no arrangement (though our older content was arranged), just live improvisations, recorded with our weekly sessions - cleaned up and mastered. Sort of sonic sand mandala, produce and let go, blown by the wind. Here we are... Thomas Langer - guitars Waldemar Barkowski - keyboard, vocals, e-drums ("Beat Buddy" pedal) Bernd Hahn - bass and percussion
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
#44 in subgenre Peak #15
Charts
Peak #108
Author
Waldemar Barkowski / 1st Contact
Rights
1st Contact
Uploaded
April 13, 2025
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MP3 12.4 MB • 320 kbps • 5:26
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WAV 54.8 MB
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BPM
112
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
The battle was fought and silence spread over the field. Thick smoke only gave a glimpse of a broken shield. The king and his knights lay slain on the battle ground, The cawing of ravens was the only audible sound. All we lucky survivors went an uncertain path, how long would it take to heal the aftermath? And the old seer spoke on a meaningful night: The uprooted will have to follow the northern lights. And the Northern Lights lead us into no man's land, as displaced ones we felt our fortune close at hand. Untouched nature with clear lakes so wide and fair, Peaceful lush land, inviting us to stay there. Then we settled down in the prettiest place we could find, That new beginning was helpful to leave dark thoughts behind. Our harvest so rich, all we did need was right at hand. But in search for a name we left it at "No Man's Land". So the years went by but once on a cold winters day a crowd of people appeared and asked us if they could stay. We struggled to stay calm as we knew them all too well, but gone seemed their greed that made our lives a living hell. A big flood washed away everything they had seized - The conquerors of old are now just refugees. Above the blood of the gone, we took a brother's hand And buried a rusty sword in the sand of No Mans Land...
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