100% of all proceeds of this release go to Sea-Watch
“Almost the entire Shameless roster has contributed to this DIY compilation, and all eight pieces radiate a strong sense of urgency. …. Plenty of interesting music, sounds and noises that would guarantee a better karma for those who purchase it.”
"It’s a bonus that the music is not terrible at all. Eight artists have each contributed thoughtful standalone pieces of mostly-instrumental, mostly-electronica. Given the Sea-Watch theme, of course this is sincere downtempo music and not party time, but as a 46-pack of brooding modern music, it’s really rich…. You should be giving to this charity, you know you should. The convenience of this Bandcamp method, plus the fact you get eight really interesting Shameless tracks into the bargain, means you should do it by buying this.”
““Sea-Watch” ist […] keine angenehme Begegnung, sondern eine Klangwelt diverser Personen, welche die Härte der Situation nicht beschönigen wollen. Zugleich ist dieser Sampler der beste Beweis für das soziale Denken: Eine kleine Gruppe schliesst sich zusammen, um solidarisch für eine Besserung einzustehen. Da gibt es also nur ein Imperativ: Mitmachen, Unterstützen, Spenden.”
100% of all proceeds of this release go to Sea-Watch
According to the UN Refugee Agency UNHCR an estimated 2277 people lost their lives attempting to reach Europe via the Mediterranean Sea in 2018. As of this writing approximately 563 have already died or gone missing in the first half of 2019 alone.
Sea-Watch is a non-profit organization that conducts civil search and rescue operations in the Mediterranean Sea. Politically and religiously independent Sea-Watch is financed solely through donations.
To keep production costs low and proceeds (=donations) high this is digital only.
Almost the entire Shameless roster has contributed to this compilation.
With your purchase you’re setting a sign of humanity and helping Sea-Watch continue their mission to save lives. And the music, you get that for free.
15e can buy a life jacket, 35e a lifebelt, 50e = a hypothermia blanket, 500e= Liferaft. 5e = costs to fee provide one person with food and drink and 25.000e can fill the tank with diesel for one month.
released June 18, 2019
Thank you to the musicians for their generosity: Didi Kern, Philip Quehenberger, Steve Heather, Brent Gutzeit, Julian Lars Gosper, Max McCormick, Boris Hauf, Michael Hartman, Todd Carter, Keefe Jackson, Oscar Jan Hoogland, Joshua Abrams and Mikel Avery.
Thank you to Julian Lars Gosper for the artwork, Todd A. Carter at bel_Air sound studio, Chicago and Ed Dense at dense-promotion, Berlin for offering their services free of charge.
Track Name: Boris Hauf (featuring Maya Angelou) - On the Pulse of Morning
On The Pulse Of Morning
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
It says come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the rock were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
The River sang and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
They hear the first and last of every Tree
Speak to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Arab, the Swede, the German, the Eskimo, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am that Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
This day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out and upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, and into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply