Sagittarious

If The Stars Are The Dreams of Spacemen

Written by Brian Reeves, August-October 1972
Recorded in a New Malden bedroom, October 1973

Another bedroom demo, recorded around the same time as “And I Never Took You To A Festival”.  As with many of these old recordings, the tape was pretty mangled at the end so hope you won’t mind the attempt at masking this in the best way I could.  Hope it doesn’t impair your enjoyment too much.  I 'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has been such a supporter of this page over the last 18 months or so.  Our family has been astounded by  all the support and We need to you all to know that every one of your kind words means the whole world.  You are the kindest of people and we will never forget the support you have given.  You have hearts the size of lions.  It means everything.  Our deep love and appreciation can never be enough to repay you all..
  (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves:  Vocals and Acoustic Guitar

Lyrics:

Knowing love as I do
Yes I’m frightened
Desperate gasps of conversation
Fears heighten
If I’m only the dreams of dreamers
Why am I in isolation?

Seeing life as I do
Yes I’m whitened
Seeking masts on horizons
Pains tighten
If the stars are the dreams of spacemen
Where am I in heaven’s tracing?

I am the hammer on closed doors and windows
Asking the question that nobody knows

Breathing songs as I do
Yes I’m lightened
But they’re only gaps in vacuums
Freak lightning
Inside dreams of dreams of dreamers
Outside schemes of schemes of schemers
Who Am I?


If The Stars Are The Dreams Of Spacemen - Rocky Mountain (1973)



Why am I here?
Hwī eom ic hēr?
Cur sum hic?
Διατί εῐμῐ ἐνταῦθα;
Why am I heere?

Who am I?
Hwā eom ic?
Quis sum ego?
Τίς εῐμι ἐγῳ;
Who am I?

And where do I go?
And hwǣær scyle ic gangan?
Et quo vado?
Καὶ ποῖ βαίνω;
And wher shall I go?

Translator

I’m just here for fun,
Don’t get it twisted,
I don't play the game,
Nah, I’m not enlisted.

Not your 50 shades of gray,
More like 45 away—
Yeah, that's not my play.
I'm just here to slay,
At my place you cannot stay,
Girl, I duno,
Maybe kneel and pray,
Keep those demons at bay,
Far, far away... from me,
Cuz girl... you fuckin' cray-z.

I’m just here for fun,
Don’t get it twisted,
I don't play the game,
Nah, I’m not enlisted.

Call me old fashion,
we are not in tandem,
no green eggs for this ham. 
time for me to abandon
relinquished of your fandom
wish you were just random,
its not hard to fathom
goodbye, here's your anthem.

I’m just here for fun,
Don’t get it twisted,
I don't play the game,
Nah, I’m not enlisted.



Yeah, I got jokes too,
A.I.O.U.

Twisted

Alexandrian

Possibilities

Sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
My Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
hands in the dirt while I scan the stars.
I’m not lost, I'm out of range,
where real questions roam
I wondered why—
and they asked me why?
Talk about, caught up in the lie.
with no care to reply,
I turned to AI,
then notes turned to song
putting creativity where it belongs
no other way it could have dawned.

Some days I just ponder,
let my mind wander,
enjoy life’s wonders—
from the plants
to the thunder,
from the stars above
to what lies down under.

'Cause the mind is made to wonder,
and the body’s made to wander—
like a mobile transponder,
linking across ponds:
brunette to blondes,
kings to pawns,
sharks to prawns.
Signing out each night,
reporting in each dawn.

So, sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
why keep your head in the dirt,
when you can scan the stars.

Out of Range

Hey I’m Lil Sagna, and this is my new EP Automatic Reply.

It’s a wild little project I made for anyone who’s ever felt way too online, way too emotional, and maybe a little bit both at once. Sonically, it lives somewhere between hyperpop, future bass, EDM, and bubblegum bass: think SOPHIE meets Porter Robinson, with some 100 gecs, Charli XCX, and Madeon DNA thrown in.

These tracks are chaotic, catchy, and a bit glitchy on purpose. I wanted everything to feel like you’re inside a text conversation during a rave:  upbeat, a little unhinged, but still kinda sweet.

If you're into stuff like Gupi, Cashmere Cat, Danny L Harle, or even the prettier side of Rezz, this one’s for you. It's fun, loud, and full of feelings I didn’t know where else to put, so I turned them into synths, drops, and auto-tuned melodies instead.

Anyway,  thanks for listening.
Automatic Reply is out now. Hit play and let it answer back.

Future Opportunities

I walk alone
but I still carry your tone.
I walk alone—
but know,
I keep your number
in my phone.

Sometimes
I just prefer to be alone,
explore the unknowns,
water the seeds I’ve sown—
'cause my mind is my own.

When I’m with you, know it’s on loan,
'cause I’m more than I’ve shown.
You know I love writing these poems—
but do you really get to know them?

I’m building them like totems,
while dodging all these golems.
They wonder why I ghost them—
when it’s too hard to show them.

They think I disown them,
but I know how much I owe them.
So glad I got to know them.
Hate how little I showed them.
Know this heart’s beating but swollen.

So I’m sorry I’m not around.
But if you need me,
you know where I can be found—
anywhere I can just be.
I’ve had my nights on the town,
but there’s so much more around,
and I hate to be slowed down.
Same old story—
I always know how it’ll go down.

Because it's always me.
By now I hope you can see—
some things just aren’t meant to be.
But I always think fondly of we.

We speak in echoes now,
but yours still lingers loud.
Even when I move through crowds,
I still hear it somehow.

(so)
Know I’ll still carry your tone,
even though I walk alone.
I keep your numbers
in my phone.

Because it was never you, always me.
By now I hope you see—
some souls are meant to roam free.
But I hope you all know,
your tones never left swiftly.

Because it was never you, always me.
By now I hope you see—
some souls are meant to roam free.
But I hope you all know,
your tones still stay with me.

A.I.O.U.

Carry Your Tone

Certains paradis peuvent cacher des enfers

Les Lombardis
(paroles et musique Cab)
 
C’était une zone pavillonnaire
Le long de l’allée d’un château
Entourée d’arbre centenaires
Qui couraient le long d’un ruisseau

J’ai oublié   certains prénoms
Mais je me souviens de Manon
D’Henri de Camille et Julie 
Qui formaient le clan Lombardi

On s’retrouvait sur la terrasse
Trois planches à la cime d’un arbre 
On voyait d’en haut le quartier
Julie faisait semblant d’voler

Le jours de pluie les jours d’ennuie
On se rendait tous au château 
Les Lombardi n’étaient pas riches
Mais ils possédaient un piano. 

Y’avait tant d’douceur dans ces murs
Tant de bonté  
dans ces cœur purs
Que J’ne voyais pas les brulures
Qui couvraient les meubles 
Les fractures

Le père était dans les affaires
La mère enseignait le piano
Moi j’y ai appris à danser
La valse et puis le fandango  

Là bas j’ai découvert Zola 
Camus Kessel et puis Dumas
On y parlait aussi d’amour 
Julie  souvent passait son tour

Henri racontait des histoires
De monstres qui rampaient sous les lits
Qu’il appelait mangeurs d’espoir
Qui nous terrorisait la nuit 

Un soir que l’on dormait là-bas
Julie est montée sur le toit
Elle disait vouloir s’envoler
Sans Manon elle serait tombée   
 
Y’avait tant de  douceur dans ces murs
Tant de bonté dans ses cœur purs
Que je n’ai pas vu  les griffures
Qui couvraient les meubles les morsures

Maintenant le château est rasé 
Et la famille s’est dispersée
Je sais que Camille est mariée
Qu’Henri aussi a divorcé 

J’ai su par Manon pour Julie
Les monstres dont parlait Henri 
Venaient trop souvent dans son lit
Elle s’est envolée une nuit

Y’avait tant dans douleur dans ces murs
Tant de secrets sous ces armures
Tant de violences sur des cœurs purs
Tant de folies dans cet azur



Les Lombardi

#1990s #Acidhouse #French house #House #Disco #ElectronicDance

Multiverse

   EL AGUA ESTANCADA


Vas por la calle que está ahí abajo         Em-A5
Nunca es tan tarde cuando el tiempo sobra 
Paredes de mármol reflejan tu cara 
Y en la mañana crecen los cactus 
Antes de ver a esa mujer extraña 
Oscuros los buitres dejaban tu casa 
Acá las sombras festejan tu llegada 
Se disfrazan sin decirte nada 
Llevan la voz del silencio            C-Am-Em-A5
Cómo palabra y te engañan      C-Am-Em-A5
Sólo vos podés acercarte                       Em-A5
Sólo vos podés alejarte 
Si es tu sueño el que te lleva      C-Am-Em-A5
Si es tu fuego el que te trae 
Ahora ves cuando estás en la vereda    Em-A5
El agua estancada                         C-Am-Em-A5

EL AGUA ESTANCADA

Le mauvais chemin

This poem is to honour a really cool compare by this fabulous  artist:
Check out Plague Clock on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/yoJnKNg2ASuCmvWKct
Thanks so much 🙌🏽🎶

The Comus Clock

Comus the plaque
Trophy like clock
We're taking it back
Music shared like it was
Human to human
Ear for ear
Nostalgia be proving
No future to fear

Fabulous folk
Impressionist norm
New from the old
Falsetto of sun
If one cell of me
Creates notes like this
Kids be happy
This future holds bliss

We've read the old real
We think we agree
Let's learn this old field
Not burned with money
Diana holds dream
He knows panic signed
That Malgaard Suite
Greatest raw new defined

True to their new
More out there then Morrison
Old become new
Good musical origin
Tribal
Aural tantric
True to their clue
An honour compare
Let's bring it to brew

The Comus Clock (Poem and Notes)

This tune started with the random, goofy title. I came up with the basic music and melody, then left it for a while because it didn't turn out well. I gave it another try, and this is the finished song. It's definitely a potluck one, filled with lyrics that are more about cadence than making sense. I hope you enjoy!

Pop Goes The Superstar into Bubblegum Bliss

Fr0ggy5 posted an awesome drum solo and the voices in my head just wanted add a little something something.
https://soundcloud.com/fr0ggy5/bass-drum-solo-in-my-room

Piano to fr0ggy5 drums

Bruce sent me this track to collaborate on.
I added some piano and vocal.
Enjoy this journey with BC.
I asked the great John Marlowe to add some synth parts
https://soundcloud.com/conover

Twisted

A.I.O.U.

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