TRAUMSENDER

by Tenedle - Album 2018

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Tenedle "Traumsender"
    Release March 2 2018
    Music & Lyrics by Tenedle
    Produced & performed by Tenedle

    Featuring Artists:
    Susanna Buffa: Vocals on
    "Stranger in my own tongue", "Revival"
    Debora Petrina: Vocals on
    "Sentenced to death"
    Jolanda Moletta: Vocals on
    "The temple"
    Laura Taviani: Vocals on
    "Welcome back"
    Gabriele Marconcini: Vocals on
    "No ground", "Paracusia"
    Bert Lochs: Trumpet on
    "The temple", "No gorund", "Spring will never come"

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Tenedle - Traumsender
Release March 2 2018
by Sussurround live & Records
www.tenedle.com

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released March 2, 2018

Produced & performed by Tenedle

Featuring Artists:
Susanna Buffa: Vocals on
"Stranger in my own tongue", "Revival"
Debora Petrina: Vocals on
"Sentenced to death"
Jolanda Moletta: Vocals on
"The temple"
Laura Taviani: Vocals on
"Welcome back"
Gabriele Marconcini: Vocals on
"No ground", "Paracusia"
Bert Lochs: Trumpet on
"The temple", "No gorund", "Spring will never come"

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Tenedle Amsterdam

TNDL is a composer songwriter producer performer born in Florence Italy living in The Netherlands.
Distinguished by a mix of songwriting, electronic music, themes from the imaginary Tenedle’s projects have led the press to call him a visionary songwriter and his songs described as small films.
T is contemporary independent artist and his music a personal universe. find more atwww.tenedle.com
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Track Name: Zen
The emptiness we fill with dreams
It's now appearing pretty small
We keep on searching any hole
The corners of our living room
A clearing through the forest trees
We rummage attics old suitcases
Darkest alleys, wardrobes, fleas
And we cannot stand still a moment
Not an instant in the present
We try to fill the gaps by waving
Waving pretty little fake wings

I don’t believe the things they say
The things we read the things they write
They say we have to learn to be alone
Not easier to learn to live together
Together

And what about this cheap belief
"New age”
Those tales of Zen
That Sushi where you, greedy, dive in
It’s all gone bad
Your stomach, lungs, your spleen, your penis
Do not use them
Not for thinking
The only void to be filled is the inability to love

I don’t believe the things they say
The things we read the things they write
They say we have to learn to be alone
Not easier to learn to live together
together