News aus meiner Werkstatt

Man hat mich oft gefragt, wie meine Songs aussahen, bevor ich sie einem anderen Musiker zum Arrangieren gab. Hier ist ein typisches Beispiel der mehr als 600 Songs, die ich bisher kreiert habe.

News from my workshop

People have often been asked me what my songs looked like before I gave them to another musician for proposing a definitve arrangement. Here is a typical example of the more than 600 songs I’ve created hitherto.

Gottlieb GUNTERN

BIG SNOWFLAKES WHIRLING Song526

G F

For days on end the wind has whipped all the trees.

C G

For days on end the wind has ripped off my fleece.

G F

Its rage kept circling like a wolf around a lame antilope.

C G

And many a desperate man went looking for a rope.

Am

The sun has lost all hope and it hid its face. It headed for another space. And we lost our grace.

Am

And my heart was going mad. My mood it turned black. I was caught in a cul-de-sac. I had lost the right track.

G F

But then all of sudden the storm was gone and dead.

C G

And all of a sudden there were white feathers whirling on my bed.

G F

There was an eerie silence settling on the wings of the night.

C G

And out of the darkness there emerged the promise of new delight.

C G Am C

Refrain

C G

Big snowflakes came whirling down from the skies and they brought inner peace.

C G

Big snowflakes came whirling down from the skies and made all the squirrels sneeze.

Am

Now I’m cozily snuggling into the shelter of a seamless white eiderdown.

Am

Now I’m cozily snuggling into the shelter of a seamless white eiderdown.

F Em F Em

And I dive into the embrace of my dreams and I look at those enigmatic

F

creatures escaped from fairyland.

F Em F Em Em

I will see some faces. I’ll touch soft laces. And maybe I’ll get lost forever in

F

that enchanting wonderland.

LYRICS

For days on end the wind has whipped all the trees.

For days on end the wind has ripped off my fleece.

Its rage kept circling like a wolf around a lame antelope.

And many a desperate man went looking for a rope.

The sun has lost all hope and it hid its face. It headed for another space. And we lost our grace.

And my heart was going mad. My mood it turned black. I was caught in a cul-de-sac. I had lost the right track.

But then all of sudden the storm was gone and dead.

And all of a sudden there were white feathers whirling on my bed.

There was an eerie silence settling on the wings of the night

and out of the darkness there emerged the promise of new delight.

First arrangement and production: Pandit Ulhas Bapat, Mumbai

Recorded by Mahesh Amberkar & Avinash Oak, Neosonci Recording Studio, Mumbai

santoor: Ulhas Bapat

keyboard: Kamalesh Bhadkamkar

flute: Sandeep Kulkarni

guitar: Jayanti Goshar

vocal: Asha Khadilkar

tabla: Madhav Pawar & Jagdish Mayekar

dholak: Archis Lele

side rhythm: Nilesh Parab

vibraphone: Ralesh Deo

bass: Manisch Kulkarni

BIG SNOWFLAKES: in album SUN TRAIL (track 2)