Frames
Anette Niedermeiers Album Frames ist lyrischer Jazz und schöpft seine Kraft aus poetischen Texten, die sie in jazzige Harmonien kleidet, die federleicht klingen. Mit warmer und nuancierter Stimme erzählt sie von den großen Themen des Lebens. Ihr Umgang mit Harmonie, Stimme und Text erinnert an Norah Jones oder Abbey Lincoln; es ist feinster Songwriterjazz. Zwischen Bossa, Jazz und Chanson ist ihre Handschrift immer klar erkennbar. Das Quintett begeistert durch das einfühlsame und hochprofessionelle Zusammenspiel der Musiker.
Begleitet wird Anette Niedermeier von der Jazzpianistin Andrea Hermenau (2021 Kulturpreis Stadt München, 2020 Nominierung BMW World Jazz Award), dem „Ausnahmebassisten“ Peter Cudek (Schongauer Zeitung), Stefan Noelle an Percussion und Schlagzeug und Vincent Eberle an der Trompete.
Anette Niedermeier composition, vocals and guitar Andrea Hermenau piano and rhodes Peter Cudek double bass and bass Stefan Noelle drums and percussion Vincent Eberle flugelhorn and trumpet
click for lyrics, music and artwork (Polaroids: Robert Paulus)
footsteps lonely lost in shimmering sand mirrors of water reflecting light countless waves bright grey along with lines turquoise and white curls of sand on that vast and endless land nothing but the ocean and the sky I see nothing - nothing but the ocean and the sky
and us – we are fragile fleeting elusive – a moment in time and us – we are fragile delicate changing a moment in time but strong-willed gifted we are creators lovers companions we are
we are but a flower that fades we are but a leaf in the wind we are but a flower that fades we are a leaf in the wind
evening has come down upon the shore the glow of sunset vanishes into the night out in that tranquil bay a rising moon shares golden light cliffs stand still I see a quiet glistening coast nothing but the ocean and the sky I see nothing – nothing but the ocean and the sky
and us – we are fragile fleeting elusive – a moment in time and us – we are fragile delicate changing a moment in time but strong-willed gifted we are creators lovers companions we are
we are but a flower that fades we are but a leaf in the wind we are but a flower that fades we are a leaf in the wind we are but a flower that fades we are a leaf in the wind
yeah yeah she touches my heart yeah yeah as I see her struggling with old age yeah yeah she touches my mind yeah yeah as I hear her slow footsteps on the stairs
did she get to the core I wanna get to the core lay bare thoughts and feelings examine my soul can we get to the core I wanna get to the core yeah
yeah yeah she touches my heart yeah – yeah reflecting will I be like her yeah yeah she touches my mind yeah yeah wondering will I feel weary
did she get to the core I wanna get to the core lay bare thoughts and feelings examine my soul can we get to the core I wanna get to the core yeah
treasures not to be wasted respect and love is what we deserve treasures not to be wasted respect and love is what we give
we can get to the core get to the core get to the core yeah we can get to the core wanting searching more get there get to the core
there’s that sense of unbearable loneliness does it stem from loss
was the earth put here where we put here to nourish human solitude tell me where are bonds
oh to love and to give being hurt and to hurt letting go being left and still love
a sense of togetherness dark dense is loneliness
can we love without pain can we give without generosity
we can love having pain we can give being generous we can hate and we feel despair we can hurt and still be loved
in the sweetness of love bitter solitude is hidden all the warmth of love may turn into cold but cuddling into that space between despair and loneliness my thoughts and emotions align
solitary inspiration is just fine inspirational loneliness so fine loneliness solitude - so fine
frames won’t change the bigger picture frames ornate fancy or plain frames hold embellish and surround you frames being held and protected they’re just frames
art so beautifully crafted it’s master and canvas to change and refine painting the picture drawing the line
frames looking through a pair of glasses frames lives enclosed by time and space frames being peasant nobleman or queen frames colours shapes or dimensions they’re just frames
art so beautifully crafted it’s master and canvas to change and refine painting the picture drawing the line
frames won’t change the bigger picture frames ornate fancy or plain frames hold embellish and surround you frames being held and protected frames colours shapes or dimensions frames be supported surrounded they’re just frames
où est la lumière où est la gaieté et la chaleur où sont les fleurs les chants d’oiseaux la légerté mais c’est l’hiver
tout est gêlé attendant la douceur de printemps la vie s’arrête attendant la douceur de printemps
attendant espérant ce vent doux qui souffle le soir et éveille les bourgeons attendant
je me réconforte tout près d’un feu qui fait illusion à la chaleur d’été je me berce dans ses flammes je me réchauffe come sous un soleil beaucoup trop chaud
où est la lumière la convivialité une bière au bar un petit crème sur la terrasse en discutant hélas tout est fermé attendant que cet orage passe la vie s’arrête attendant que cette pluie cesse
attendant espérant ce vent doux qui souffle le soir et éveille nos trottoirs attendant
je me réconforte tout près d’un feu qui fait illusion à la chaleur d’été je me berce dans ses flammes je me réchauffe come sous un soleil beaucoup trop chaud
je me berce dans ses flammes je me réchauffe comme sous un soleil beaucoup trop chaud je me perd dans ses flammes je me réchauffe comme sous un soleil beaucoup trop chaud attendant
the day an open door meadows lie ahead vast inviting tempting enchanting behind me the sky ahead lies blue sky
good to be open to whatever comes next or last following the flow of time having done what I could and I couldn’t behind me the sky ahead lies blue sky
having gone this far giving thanks for all the things days gone by and days to come the child at play - a woman today one flow one heart one mind
is there a master of fate opening and closing doors do we belong and how do we get there, behind us the sky ahead still blue sky
having gone this far giving thanks for all the things days gone by and days to come the child at play - a woman today one flow one heart one mind
do we really really ever change do we stay the same treasures enfolded in our hearts do we really really ever change secrets enfolded in our hearts
having gone this far giving thanks for all the things days gone by and days to come the child at play - a woman today having come this far having come this far having come - come this far
you’re content with a few warm rays and the weak touch of early spring sun on cold soil still half-frozen you prepare to give away
sturdy old tree your strength and austerity bewildering beauty of your bowl-shaped pretty flowers crimson they appear on nature’s sparse canvas before the first green leaves
how I admire your strength your endurance against winter frost and cold you prepare blossoming
how I admire your strength your endurance but moved am I surprised am I I’m amazed by your flowering
for year after year year after year year after year blossoming
year after year sturdy old tree hundreds of flowers appear
for you’re content with a few warm rays and the weak touch of early spring sun on cold soil still half-frozen you prepare and give away
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