murmeln um schiffland

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  • Murmeln um Schiffland: the debut book/EP by murmeln (otherwise known as Ben Osborn, multi-instrumentalist and award-winning composer and writer).

    This book of poems and drawings is released by Bristol’s Moot Press and comes with a five-track audio download of the EP released on Berlin’s WANDA Portal. The EP is produced by Berlin artist yr lovely dead moon and mastered by cult songwriter-producer Emperor X.

    The EP and book is released 18th of April 2017 – Pesach VII, the final day of Passover. WANDA and Moot are releasing individual poems and tracks from the collection on each of the days of Passover (10-18th of April 2017).

    “Murmeln’s vast history of composition has led him to a subtle sonic blend of electro-acoustic, classical and slacker folk. Haiku and Tanka guide the listener through a dreamlike landscape of modern day archetypes, between the lines and off the page” – WANDA.

    “The text of Murmeln um Schiffland drifts tide-like between the connected poles of autobiography and dream-narrative, or back and forth along the route of passage between poem – lyric – song. In their playful fluency, the poetry and prose recall the anecdotal lyric of O’Hara’s Lunch Poems, with a handling of minimal form reminiscent of Snyder, Rexroth and late American engagements with Eastern poetics. Yet lurking within Murmeln um Schiffland, too, is a stonier, Rilkean sensibility open to ‘holy vision’, to the terrible and divine as they are revealed in the ecstatic of the modern city. Winter transfigures into spring and Berlin is afloat, the singer-poet ‘muttering at ship-country’.”
    – Moot Press

    E-Book versions of the book, and CD-R versions of the tracks, are available on request.

    Contact:
    murmeln.tk – murmelnmusic@gmail.com - wanda-portal.jimdo.commootpress@gmail.com
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Murmeln um Schiffland: the debut book/EP by murmeln (otherwise known as Ben Osborn, multi-instrumentalist and award-winning composer and writer).

This five-track audio download is released Berlin’s WANDA Portal. The EP is produced by Berlin artist yr lovely dead moon and mastered by cult songwriter-producer Emperor X.

The EP is released on 18th April 2017 - the final day of Passover - with different individual tracks, poems and images being made available by WANDA Portal and Moot Press on each day of Passover (10-18th April 2017).

Contact:
murmeln.tk – murmelnmusic@gmail.com - wanda-portal.jimdo.com

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released April 18, 2017

written and composed by murmeln
played by murmeln & rowan coupland (harp on this too & shipland) & luisa hendriks (voice on shipland)
german words in shipland by luisa hendriks
produced by yr lovely dead moon & murmeln
mastered by emperor x

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murmeln Berlin, Germany

the solo musical/literary project of composer/writer ben osborn.

a mix of electronic and acoustic sounds and new writing.

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Track Name: three ha1ku
i

in white skies, the birds
falling upward, the last stars
battling morning

iii

deeper frequencies
echoing across the wall
in concrete heartbeats

ii

how happy I am
I’m being a way to be
away from home
Track Name: this 2
these torn jeans tarmac-black replace the stars with more darkness
I’m on my knees I’m crawling back tearing skin & drawing blood

the morning knows it’s spring
only humans sleeping in
like rocks adorned with shipwrecks
there are things I should have said

these red eyes rubbed to tearlessness replace the sun & float above
in this room it’s just the two of us but we could crowd a universe

there are animals singing
not awake for no reason
nothing escapes its context
& things I should be saying now
that makes a torture of each breath
& it’s poisonously laying low

but this too shall pass & there will come some sunny day
when you will smiling say
‘I got away at last!’
Track Name: 3-way kiss
I am a shadow in your holy vision
shaking to the sound of dry-ice machines
I have been reduced to pure repetition
I am a dust mote that carries your sweat

in the swirl of organic matter
the pulse raps in machine gun meter
surrounds you with coloured radiation
outlines blur and shift with each sensation

I taste you tasting my taste in her taste
the new light filtered through the club windows
painting an ancestor-mask on your face
a vessel for some ancient magical rite

You know invisible angels count the lies we tell in mundane conversation

Like a snake
I’m kissing air
To sense my way
Across the desert bare.
Track Name: wi4out you
...without you
even for a night or two
I have no idea what to do
I do things that I never do
out of the blue
I buy cigarettes & papers too
when I’d usually steal a drag or two
from you
I guess I try to summon you
in smoke shapes grey & blue
the smell of the tobacco too
brings me back to you
like you were standing in this room
waiting for the world to move
without you
I drink at least enough for two
alcohol & coffee too
I make an extra cup for you
& when I do
I take it with milk like you
even if I don’t want to
& then I have to see it through
& nothing that I say sounds true
each word autocued
the sunbeams of the afternoon
are obscured by you
like you were standing in this room
waiting for the world to move
without you
I find I’m crying as I read the news
without you
I take forever to put on my shoe
without you
I scan the sky for the hidden moon
& find it’s blue
without you.
Track Name: 5hipland
I thought the trees on my street were the rigged masts of tall ships
& the sounds of traffic passing were but waves breaking on the beach

the falling earth believes the sun is rising
the birds write coded words on the horizon

I left my love a letter scrawled by driftwood in the sand
& when the sea washed over I knew she would understand

the sun that dips & all things change their colour
the wind that blows the clouds into each other