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Kelen Helvetia - Vain Game
Song promoting Vainglorious Unreleased Album

Kelen Helvetia - Vain Game

***See version 2 of this song, w/sax & Hammond, here***
https://soundcloud.com/bruceavery/the-blue-room-version-2?si=3976cab678424394950e6c2b27429883&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Blue Room – smoke and whisky and tears….

The original idea was a smoky, jazzy, late night club-for-lonely-hearts kind of thing.  But since my “jazz” piano always ends up honky-tonk, and I can’t seem to lose the backwoods in my voice, the final product – though still smoky & late night – is more lonely hearts beer joint than jazz club.  Jazzabilly maybe.  Redneck Blues. 
								
But there is a plan to give the song a little jazz credibility.  I play an organ solo mid-song that I actually wrote for saxophone.  I’m sending the song to my little brother, longtime Atlanta musician Herb Avery, who says he knows a sax player who’ll take it on.  So if Herbert can make that happen, I’ll upload the new version later.  If he can’t, I’ll be looking for a sax player out there. 

My daughter Julia helped out vocally on the choral refrain.

So here we go.  Come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.

The Blue Room (orig. version)

Sundown

Solo

Outside

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Bluesinha is a cheeky little blues that tells the story of a smooth-talking hustler who underestimated the girl — and ended up getting what he deserved. But in the end, they find common ground, and desire wins out. A tale of love for lust, or maybe lust for love.

Little Blues (Bluesinha)

Listen here, my girl,
Don’t mean to play you wrong,
Hope you’ll forgive me,
But tonight I can't come along.
I got no cash on me,
No ride, no fare,
And I know you don’t
Take buses anywhere.
My vibe is rock and roll,
But your scene’s pop and gold,
It’s money...

I’m a streetwise stray
In this crazy town,
Was a punk, Hare Krishna,
Now I sleep on the ground.
I got nowhere to go,
Got nothing to share,
No dog, no room or sofa,
No TV, not even air.
But if I steal your mint drop,
And sip your whisky on the rocks —
That's sweeter...

My vibe is rock and roll,
But your world’s pop control,
It’s money...

Now listen up, my dear,
Let me make it clear,
I don’t want your money,
Don’t care what you wear.
My folks pay my bills,
That much you should know,
Cash ain’t what I’m missing —
Just got nowhere to go.

My vibe is pure raw lust,
Your scene’s all junk and dust,
So hollow...

So come on now, my love,
Let’s not waste the night,
I’m finally gettin'
What’s been feelin' right.
You want me,
And I want you too —
Why worry 'bout the rest
When the world’s just passin' through?
Our beat is touch and heat,
Our world’s a Woodstock street —
So mellow...

And our life is tight,
Our kiss? A bolt of light —
Straight yellow.

+++++++++++++++PORTUGUES

Bluesinha é um blues canalha, que conta a história de um malandro que subestimou a garota e acabou levando o troco. Mas no final eles se entendem e o desejo prevalece. Uma história de amor ao tesão, ou tesão de amor.

Bluesinha

 
Escute aqui menina,
Eu não quero te enganar,
Vê se me desculpa, 
Mas hoje não vai dar...
Não tenho dinheiro, 
Tô sem condução,
Sei também que você 
Não é de pegar buzão.
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...
Eu sou bicho urbano, 
Dessa cidade louca,
Já fui punk, Hare Krishna
Hoje eu durmo numa moita
Não tenho pra onde ir
Nada à oferecer
Cachorro, quarto ou sala,
Nem banheiro nem tv.
Mas se eu te serro um drops,
Seu whisk on-the-rocks
Primeiro...
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...

Então preste atenção,
Vou te explicar meu bem,
Não quero sua grana,
Nem saber o que Tú tem,
Minha família é quem me banca,
Você deve saber
A mim não falta grana,
O que me falta é quem comer.
Minha balada é fuck
Mas seu mundo é junkie
Fuleiro...
Então venha meu amor,
Não vamos perder tempo
Agora eu to sacando,
O que está acontecendo
Você me quer, 
Eu te quero também,
Pra que saber do resto 
Se o mundo vai ou vem
Nossa balada é o toque
Nosso mundo Woodstok
Inteiro...
Mas nossa vida é top,
Nosso beijo e um choque!
E meio....

Little Blues (Bluesinha)

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 06/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Lyrics
Lost in the night, under silver beams, Drifting through cosmic, endless dreams. 
A thousand lights whisper my name, Guiding me home through time and flame.

Stars above, shining so bright, Lighting up the lonely night. Tell me tales of space and time, Sing me songs, make the world divine.

Fullness

Deux cœurs éternels sous la lune 💞 Rien d'autre n'est important 🌟               
Two eternal hearts under the moon 💞 Nothing else matters 🌟

Ici et Maintenant 🌟 ( Version Slow )

TORRENTS SPINN

Fresh Release on a Russ Style Beat!! #lfg #beentime #emarie 

CRITTERS. (FREEFLOW)

Lyrics

It's a cushty life
Making songs
Where I landed
Most lucky charms
Love is affluent
No foreign bombs
Thanks clear skies
Thanks food filled farms

Let's appreciate what good we can
Let's spread our love and light for Iran
Let's hope and pray now finds better day
Let peace prevail
Make freedom the way

We love you
We are here
We feel some of your fear
We can't understand
Our light can hold your hand
Observational control
May light fill your land

This is Our land
With the light we stand
No sabres sounded on this sand
Just Jedi together
Hand in hand in hand in hand in hand in hand....


Thanks for your good people
We see your pain
If tears could drown deceiptors
Hear an ocean insane
They bomb my chest
Your forever youth
Please Dear Universe heal them with truth

It's for the 1 two three four
It's for do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti more!
It's for more best singing Earth will ever see
It's for today so we hear more of that free

We love you
We are here
Solidarity feels some of your fear
Light holds your hand
Fill your land
Light holds your hand
Fill Iran

This is Our land
With Our light we stand
No sabres sounded on this sand
Just Jedi together
Hand in hand in hand in hand in hand in hand...


🙏🏽

The Light holds your Hand

Looking Further Into You

Flling In Deeper

Falling In Deeper

This is a live recording of "Burning Fire Blues," a fond remembrance of many nights spent with our families and friends around a cozy campfire in the Bieszczady Mountains.
Words by Walter Bobek (vocals and harp), music by Walter Bobek and Gunther Benedict (guitar).



Burning Fire Blues (live)

An anthemic Dave Gilmour inspired closing solo

Across The Void

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

I play guitar and sing, please listen to ‘simulation’ and ‘Flying to the end’ November out soon!

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