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1. T is a performance name of Thomas Thielen, a german progressive rock musician. Thomas Thielen (AKA “t”) was born and is based in Germay. Initially a keyboard player, he soon jumped to bass and eventually guitar after he joined his first band in his teens. He was a member of a German band called Scythe in the ’90s, and when it disbanded he eventually began doing solo albums and adopted the “t” moniker. In his leisure time, t works as a teacher (latin / english) and a teacher for teachers (educational psychology). He is also a father (to Sophia, born 2010), a husband (married to the famous photographer and writer Katia Tangian), a dedicated, yet mediocre football player, and an aficionado of literature and cinema.
Discography: (regular albums);
t - Naive (2001)
t - Voices (2006)
t - Anti-Matter Poetry (2010)
t - Psychoanorexia (2013)
t - Fragmentropy (2015)
t - Epistrophobia (2016)
T has always been making music. he has always been writing music, as well. given the opportunity to learn to play the piano from earliest childhood on, he decided to learn the guitar as well at the age of 12. because of the girls, of course. when a few friends of his, long-time guitar hero lothar hilgers (14), newly-designed singer peter niederpruem (15), bass-player-to-be stefan hilgers (14) and drummer stefan wagner (15) decided to line up as a band, t joined as keyboarder and rhythm guitarist. however, due to musical differences this line-up of "The Rubbish" was - though critically acclaimed as hell (by almost all the girls of the 9a AND 9b!) - only short-lived. that is nicer than saying it right: t was opted out because of his tendency to be too, quote, "productive, creative and constructive" at rehearsals. he sure was a pain in the ass, back then.
at the age of 14 he decided to enter his first real band "backyard", formed by frederik schlenk, marius boeffgen and yours truely. to get in, he simply lied and said that he, of course, was a bass player as well. though the other boys were 18 already at that time, they decided to invite him for some rehearsals, because in the eifel there were no bass players whatsoever at that time that met their needs. t managed to get his mother to get him a bass guitar until the next day (which he still fondly plays, an aria 4string with great cure-like power), and then got the job, not least because of a lack of alternatives.
backyard, as a bluesrock band, taught him a lot about gigs, the feeling of music and dynamics, improvisation and, as simple as it may sound, listening. but the sound structure and musical simplicity of the material they played (mostly albeit idiosyncratic cover versions of classics like cocaine or white room or red house...) were not after his tastes.
so, in 1992, at the age of 16, he started looking for musicians who shared his vision of something he didn't then know was called artrock: powds con fusion, a first version of the later prog heroes scythe, came into being, featuring udo gerhards on keyboards, marius boeffgen on drums, stephan kloep on keyboards and saxophone, alexandra simon on flute, t on guitars and vocals, uli michels and later udo hargarten on bass (and quite often on vocals, the mists of time vary in their whispers). the musical world was, once more, saved, revolutionized, shirred, staken, got a new hairstyle - and answered these effort with loads of nothing but a frown, really.
so powds con fusion was abandoned, or better: distilled into scythe featuring martin walter on drums, ingo roden on bass, udo gerhards on keyboards and t as guitar player and lead vocalist. scythe then got the interest of the crowds (which, when talking about artrock, means about 10-30 people) and subsequently a record deal with galileo records. one album was produced: divorced land (1999). produced is a big word for the process, really, as it was recorded in a primary school with very few microphones, mixed without one single compressor at hand and only one reverb to be used, and mastered in a rush by someone not very much interested (understandably, if you consider the quality of the final mixes). the sound quality is, let's say, worth a remix one day, all the more so as the album got good reviews and was said to display the talents of one of the next big prog bands of the world, century etc. however, scythe split up shortly afterwards for musical differences not so much as for private reasons: their jobs called the members simply to far apart to go on musicing together.
t was then left alone with new material, and decided to go for the big egomania: a solo project. with a little luck he managed to persuade galileo records to put it out, and the result, naive, was subsequently, as they say, critically acclaimed. it took him 4 years to shake off the self-consciousness and pressure this put upon our little musician, but then voices followed, which was applauded even more, to the very confusion of the author.
now, when we talk about solo albums here, we *really* talk about doing everything practically alone. apart from some help in the mixing, t is control freak and artist in one go and extremely bad at delegating. so, it might not be too surprising to see that it took him 4 years again to get anti-matter poetry, his third solo album, out. having become better at sound engineering, t now mixed the whole thing by himself, as well. this is also true for the next piece of work, psychoanorexia (2012).
funnily enough, he is still being referred to as "the ex-frontman of the german progband scythe" and understands a bit better how frustrating it must have been for, say, fish for all these years.
in his leisure time, t works as a teacher (latin / english) and a teacher for teachers (educational psychology) and is also a father (sophia, born 2010), a husband (married to the famous photographer and writer katia tangian, and still doesn't know why she doesn't realize her mistake), a dedicated, yet mediocre football player and quite a lot into literature and cinema.
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2. Tasha (T) Reid is a Korean-African American R&B singer and rapper born in Portland, Texas on May 31, 1981 to an African American father and a Korean mother. She was a core member of the Korean hip hop and R&B group Uptown, starting out when she was only 16 years old. She later formed Tashannie, a hip-hop and R&B duo in 1999 where she was the primary vocalist. In 2001, she started a solo career under the moniker T. Reid, who speaks Korean and English fluently, is one of the most influential rappers in Korea as well as the most influential female. After settling a dispute with her former record company, World Music, Reid's new album, Yoon Mi Rae (윤미래), was released in February 2007. The album title is T's Korean name.
3. T is solo project by a French man, Thomas Walter, on the label Herzfeld. His first album is called "b category film" second one "T" released in 2005 is eponymous. Third lp "Bau" October 2007. T also plays the drums for the band Loyola. His music is a mix of acoustic tunes sometimes mixed with electronic beats. http://www.hrzfld.com/
4. The vocalist of hardcore punk band Product of Waste has also released hip hop tracks under the name T.
5. /T is a Japanese electronic doujin music arranger.
6. Spanish experimental trio led by Tres.
Mother
T Lyrics
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I string them on a white hair
I throw the wet chain into the air
and wish that I had a mother
no sun shines for me
There was no breast that cried milk
There is a tube that sticks in my throat
I have no navel on my stomach
Mother
I was not allowed to lick any nipples
and there was no fold to hide in
no one gave me a name
fathered in haste and without sperm
I have sworn tonight
For the mother that never gave birth to me
I will send her a sickness
and afterwards let her sink in the river
Mother
An eel lives in her lungs
on my forehead, a birthmark
I remove it with the kiss of a knife
even if it causes me to die
Mother
An eel lives in her lungs
on my forehead, a birthmark
I remove it with the kiss of a knife
even if it causes me to bleed to death
Mother
Oh give me strength
The song "Mother" by T is a hauntingly beautiful and tragic piece that explores themes of abandonment, longing, and revenge. The opening lines, "The tears of a crowd of very old children, I string them on a white hair, I throw the wet chain into the air and wish that I had a mother," sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is expressing their desire for a mother figure, but one who was never there for them. They describe physical differences in themselves, such as the absence of a navel, and suggest that they were not born in the traditional sense. This adds to the sense of their isolation and detachment from the world around them.
The second verse delves deeper into the singer's past. They describe being denied the physical and emotional connection of breastfeeding, and having no identity beyond being "fathered in haste and without sperm." They express their anger and bitterness towards their absent mother, promising to send her a sickness and watch her drown. The third verse returns to the physical differences in the singer's body, specifically a birthmark on their forehead. They boldly claim that they will remove it themselves with a knife, even if it means they will die.
Overall, "Mother" is a poignant and melancholy song that explores complex emotions and themes. The singer's longing for a mother figure and the bitterness they feel towards their absent mother is something that many people can relate to, but the graphic descriptions of self-harm and vengeance make it clear that their pain runs deep.
Line by Line Meaning
The tears of a crowd of very old children
I collect the tears of elderly individuals who yearn for the type of love and care that a child receives from a mother.
I string them on a white hair
I keep these tears as a precious memory and reminder of the pain that comes with being motherless.
I throw the wet chain into the air
I release the emotional burden of not having a mother by casting the collected tears far away.
and wish that I had a mother
I desperately long for the love and nurturing that only a mother can provide.
no sun shines for me
My life is devoid of light and warmth since I lack the maternal sunshine that others experience.
There was no breast that cried milk
I never had the chance to connect with a mother's nurturing breast that provides milk and comfort to a child.
There is a tube that sticks in my throat
I experience difficulty expressing myself and forming emotional connections due to the trauma of not having a mother.
I have no navel on my stomach
I feel disconnected from my own identity and origin, much like an individual who was never attached to their mother's womb.
I was not allowed to lick any nipples
I was deprived of the basic instinct to feed from a mother's nipple, further deepening my feelings of loss and abandonment.
and there was no fold to hide in
I was left unprotected and exposed to the world, lacking the nurturing comfort and sense of security that a mother provides.
no one gave me a name
I feel nameless and unseen, as though I was never truly acknowledged or valued by those around me.
fathered in haste and without sperm
My existence feels accidental and without purpose, lacking the intention and care that comes with a traditional conception.
I have sworn tonight
I make a solemn vow to myself and the universe to seek retribution and healing for the pain of not having a mother.
For the mother that never gave birth to me
I direct my anger and resentment towards the absence of a mother figure, rather than an individual who physically birthed me.
I will send her a sickness
I wish to inflict the pain and suffering that I feel onto the abstract concept of motherhood, as a means of coping with my own internal anguish.
and afterwards let her sink in the river
I seek to drown and destroy the idea of a mother, as a symbolic act of revenge against the entity that has caused me so much pain.
An eel lives in her lungs
I imagine the mother figure to be suffocating and burdened with her own pain and suffering, manifesting as a parasitic eel inside her chest.
on my forehead, a birthmark
I bear a permanent physical reminder of my own identity and origin, much like a birthmark that never fades or disappears.
I remove it with the kiss of a knife
I am willing to go to extreme lengths to erase the pain of my own existence and eliminate any remaining attachment to motherhood.
even if it causes me to die
I am willing to sacrifice my own life and well-being to eliminate the pain and trauma of not having a mother.
even if it causes me to bleed to death
My desire for closure and resolution is so strong that I am willing to risk my own life and undergo intense suffering to achieve it.
Oh give me strength
I plea for courage and resilience to overcome the pain and suffering that comes with not having a mother, and to find meaning and purpose in my own life.
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[Chorus]
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me (You listen to me)
Stop all that mansplainin', no one's listening
Tell me, who gave you the permission to speak? (Ah-ah, speak)
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me (Shh)
[Verse 1]
Mis-Mis-Mister big boy, pulling up in your big toy
Sayin' all that blah-blah-blah, makin' all that big noise
'Cause you're so frustrated, emasculated
'Cause you got your shit called out by this little lady (My baby)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yet your opinion's so strong
Even when you're wrong (When you're wrong)
Bet that feels like power to you (That feels likе power to you)
Must've forgot who you're talkin' to
[Chorus]
I am your mothеr (I am your mother)
You listen to me (You listen to me)
Stop all that mansplainin', no one's listening (Shh)
Tell me, who gave you the permission to speak? (Ah-ah, speak)
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me (You listen to me)
[Post-Chorus]
You just a, bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum
You just a (You just a) (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Y'all need a masterclass from my man
Learn how to satisfy like he can (He can)
Ain't tryna control me and own me
Like an old man on C-SPAN
Bet you wish you could wife this (Mwah)
Stay mad, that's priceless
You with your god complex
But you can't even make life, bitch (Bitch)
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[Pre-Chorus]
Yet your opinion's so strong
Even when you're wrong (Ooh)
Bet that feels like power to you (That feels like power to you)
Must've forgot who you're talkin' to
[Chorus]
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me (You listen to me)
Stop all that mansplainin' (Ayy), no one's listening (Shh)
Tell me, who gave you the permission to speak? (Ah-ah, speak)
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me
[Post-Chorus]
You just a (You just a, just a) (Hey)
You just a bum-bum-bum (Hey)
Ladies shake your (Hey)
Shake that bum, bum-bum-bum
[Outro]
(You just a)
@FleetingFilms
No one's talking about Kris Jenner, or the fact that "Mother" is what Norman Bates called Norma, and that this track samples "Mr. Sandman," the song that Norman and Norma sing together, and the song that plays when the Sherrif discovers "Mother" 🤯
@shrekkle
@Emma Jiang do you want a sticker? 😐
@John_Croft
"No one's talking about Kris Jenner" well my mother taught me that if i have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all 🤐
@kikkik9434
@Elijah Smith ึตุคคตถึึุคคคุตึุึตึตคขึตตคุึึุึตคุคตึคคคคึึจึึตึึตขึคึึคึคขึตึขุคคึึถึึุขึคคึุขจึถขขึคคึึจึคุึตุขคคคตึตคึึึุึตตขคขคคึึคึขึคคึึตคึึึตึตุุึุุตึุคึตขคุคขคุคึึึึึตึุตคคคุคขึตึจึ
@kikkik9434
ึจึึตึึคตึุคคึุึคึจคคุึจึึจตตึึึึึึึตขตขึตึึคคตคคตึึตึึจึคึคคคตึึึึึึคึจคึคขคุึึึคึจึึจตึตตตตึุคึึึึึคขค
@shrekkle
@@pixieily. good for her
@BellieRose
I'm not complaining, Kris is literally "THE MOTHER" 💯
@devilghosty5879
Frrrr
@khankhan-fx1lg
@@devilghosty5879 op
@Lazarpro1
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