(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

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Guitar, vocals, arrangement - Lizzie Taypen
Photo - Dunavon Woods - Lizzie Pentland
Recorded early this morning on my phone, a simple take when it was quiet.
I am finding it quite difficult to play my guitar now because of my arthritis, so  good to play a little. 
Happy Solstice to all of you!!

She moved through the fair ( Trad Cover)

What happens if "Dust In the Wind" meets "Classical Gas"?  I sought to answer that profound question one morning when I was riffing on an A-minor chord and couldn't think of another way to describe this acoustic concoction. I couldn't think of a better name for it either, but seemed to have a "ballad" feel to it, either about a hero or villain, I'll let you decide, and maybe catch a "catnap" thinking about it:)

Ballad For Acoustic Guitar

When Noobly sent me the instrumental I was blown away with its beauty. My instant thought was that I have to come up with something as equal and meaningful. I had to write from the heart and I have always had a vivid memory of the last time I spent with a close friend a week before his passing.
 I’ve tried to paint the picture from my head into the lyrics.
There’s not a day I don’t think or mention him as it’s the third anniversary this year of his death.
He died of liver cancer that took him swiftly from this world. He left a Wife  and two beautiful young adult daughters. 
Rest in peace Andy my friend and I will never forget the laughs you gave me and support over our long 
Friendship.
Conscience of Kings gives you ….

The last time

V1 
You  opened the door 
With me containing the shock 
You lead me down the garden path
To where the sun shone on the evening grass
Giving warm to our last time and past

Ch 
I just knew 
Its the last time with you 
You made it easy just being you 
A paragon of virtue 

V2 
You offered me a non alcoholic beer
Like it was the way forward from here
So we touched glass and said our final cheers ……
Me in my T-shirt & shorts you layered up to contain the warmth 
We drank we laughed we reminisced about our stupid past.
I will always be grateful for memories that always last

I just knew it was the last time with you……repeat

Ch 
I just knew 
Its the last time with you 
You made it easy just being you 
A  paragon of virtue 

Cover picture a Noobly original taken by himself, what a shot.

The Last Time ~ Conscience Of Kings

In the previous version (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/gamma-o) there was excessive sound saturation. I kept only the vocal part (remixed) and redid the piano backing, aiming for a more minimalist result.

Gamma Ø: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamma_Island_(Greenland)

I think a good English translation of the original lyrics isn’t easy, but I’ll give it a try.

Lyrics [ENG / ITA]

And so we go on
along these parallel routes,
we’ll go farther
without ever moving forward,
for how much longer 
will you walk with me?

And so we sink
into this whirl of sensations,
and over us, you’ll see, 
the water will close again,
for as long as
it will still be enough for us?

And we stay like this
we’ll be fine together,
we’re already far away 
without ever having left

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

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E proseguiamo così
su queste rotte parallele
andremo più lontano
senza avanzare mai
per quanto ancora
mi accompagnerai?

ed affondiamo così
in questo vortice di sensazioni
e su di noi vedrai l'acqua si richiuderà
per quanto ancora ci basterà

e rimaniamo così
staremo bene insieme
noi siamo già lontani
senza essere partiti mai

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

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Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1982). Recorded in 2018 and 2025
Posted on SoundCloud on 2025, July 3.

Gamma Ø *

My anti-AI rant song ... I wrote this shortly after a friend of mine proudly told me how she'd created a song using AI which she had fed a sample of her voice. This gal doesn't sing. She sent me the YouTube link to the song and obviously wanted my feedback.

That artificiale
You call a song
Bit and bytes pretending
That thing made by machine so perfectly
Much more than your bidding
I won't buy it
Just because you can.

Just because we can
Don't mean that we should
Just let's dig all the way down
Those things can't eat
Need no sleep
Have no cares at all

Don't tell me you're proud
And make a gake fool of ypurself
Things to do your bidding
I hope you made that clear
Take all from the past
For a future rearrange
Let the things make everything
Fake the only name
That's fair

Just because we can
Don't mean that we should
Just let's dig all the way down
Those things can't eat
Need no sleep
Have no cares at all

Digging a grave
For the human made
the work of our hearts
The work of our minds
Digging a grave
For the emanescent
Voices of ourselves

Digging a Grave

Hello everyone,
This is the first of three songs we will present during the first part of the autumn. We wish you a pleasant listening, and maybe they will arouse a thought or two. ;)

Are your pursuits in life leading you to find, maybe only when you are old enough, that you just been running around in circles? That you have repeated your mistakes and assumptions over and over again, without gaining insight and understanding, and learning from them...... and perhaps you even recognize mistakes that your parents made, that you promised yourself you would never make......then you are probably not alone.......

Maybe we are all just echoes of the past, who just running around in a inner world of circles, in a lost touch with real reality, and our perhaps shrinking belief in something more important and more valuable and rewarding than the nonsense and lies of politicians and other jawbones that just chatter without thought..... 
And yet, without thinking, we follow these so-called leaders who shouts the loudest, promises the most, are most visible...... and undoubtedly in most cases behaves like the narcissistic and self-absorbed king in the fairy tale "The Emperor's New Clothes" by HC Andersen........

Does this make us angry....or just resigned......or what?..............Hmmmmmm

Magic guitars left & right; David Dunham; https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix & Production, Track image - Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

And by the way, there will finally be three songs in this coming playlist that reflect this theme, when everything is ready. We hope you have a pleasant listening to these musical paintings of thoughts and ponderings ;)

A big and very warm thank you, my friends, David & Peter, for another couple of months of wonderful collaboration, conversations, laughter and anecdotes and your superb musical sense. ;)

Web of Circles

…and place the host upon my tongue
as his grace, the bishop did, when I was young
to set life's path as angels sung
since when I've tracked an arcing line
my cracked heart marinades in altar wine
as webbed circles on repeat define
…
……the mirrored threads within my mind.

…and carbon copies as before
in mobius time reflect the score 
while catastrophes gorge today once more
identikits forged on command from yesterday
nothing learned, just press replay
and watch heads in hands as the people pray
…
……for the pendulum to swing the other way

…and certain as the wheeling orbit's path
history founders on future’s aftermath
to sin once more as lucifer belly laughs
run aground we last forget that sacred host
‘neath chancel’s hell he resurrects what aches the most
humanity self-lashed to eternity’s whipping post
…
……by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Web of circles - David, Peter & Seagull

(No GenAI involved : my voice + Vst instruments)
I release this song during a musical challenge at LZMP (a community of musicians)
Let's rock
(Traduit plus bas)
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I kept my mouth shut down
I played the game too long
What the hell they think they are
Holy talk and shining stars

I watched them, broken arms
Just smiles and plastic charms
What they built is upon my own fear
It’s time to scream, let's make it clear !

I'm gonna stop the show
Or they will never know
I am not a toy i'm a gun
It's my time to have a bit of fun 

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

We live in toxic worlds
With bunch of crazy lords
Should we bow, should we just obey
We'd better burn their mask today!

Their unabashed opinions
Nauseating dominions
Feeding hate on every stage
They are so good at that : breeding the rage 

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

So spit back what they preach
Out of reach, out of leash
I don’t need a cage or throne
Queen bee, look at me, I'm not yours to own

I'm gonna stop the show
Or they will never know
I am not a toy i'm a gun
It's my time to have a bit of fun

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

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J'ai fermé ma gueule
J'ai joué le jeu trop longtemps
Qu'est-ce qu'ils pensent être
Des paroles saintes et des étoiles brillantes

Je les ai regardés, bras cassés
Juste des sourires et des breloques en plastique
Ce qu'ils ont construit, c'est sur ma propre peur
Il est temps de crier, soyons clairs !

Je vais arrêter le spectacle
Ou ils ne sauront jamais
Je ne suis pas un jouet, je suis une arme
C'est mon heure de m'amuser un peu

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Nous vivons dans des mondes toxiques
Avec une bande de seigneurs fous
Devons-nous nous incliner, devons-nous simplement obéir
Nous ferions mieux de brûler leur masque aujourd'hui !

Leurs opinions décomplexées
Dominations nauséabondes
Nourrir la haine sur toutes les scènes
Ils sont si bons à cela : faire naître la rage

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Alors crachez ce qu'ils prêchent
Hors de portée, hors de laisse
Je n'ai pas besoin de cage ou de trône
Reine des abeilles, regardes-moi, je ne t'appartiens pas

Je vais arrêter le spectacle
Ou ils ne sauront jamais
Je ne suis pas un jouet, je suis une arme
C'est mon moment de m'amuser un peu

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou


Who makes you feel bad ?

The final one of the series of rough demos created by Hubert Stytz 
Hubert Stytz: vocals, all instruments, composition and arrangement
Pee Gee       : lyrics

Inspired by the overwhelming beauty of nature and the secrets of meditation ,  calmness  and mystical miracles!
INANNA

There´s a sound as darkness grows
In the moorlands till the nightwind blows
There´s a whisper up in the evening sky
Out in the distance the seagulls cry

Inanna.. Inanna.......Inanna.. Inanna

There´s a glow, a flickering in the air
Causing a change, a change of atmosphere
When the sun goes down , it´s fiery red
The moonlight shines so bright instead

It´s the wind that whispers in my ear
Sweet words of soothing I yearn to hear
As we sit  and watch the glowing stars above
Peaceful hours bring words of love

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna...Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna.......

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna.. Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna..a touch under cover of darkness

Inanna.. Inanna.. a walk............................................

Inanna

Dear friends, this song is just a fairy tale, and any similarities to excisting countries are just a coincidence!

Happy Days some Day

The youngsters play the music loud
since their country now is free
so many, many years have passed
It was the people with their voice
who told their government
to stop oppression now

The ruler of their country was
a big and ugly terrible man
he was a lap dog of a louse
who is running a big rogue state
with a population which
always feels substantial fear

This song is just a fairy tale
You may find similarities
to some countries near Your border line
There was a revolution which
forced the ruler to see
how to treat his people now

The ruler soon found out what to do
to increase his power now
It’s just to let the people free
he found that kindness is the best
to reach the people’s heart
and the future bright will be


Kära vänner, den här låten är bara en saga, och alla likheter med befintliga länder är bara en slump!

Glada dagar en dag

Ungdomarna spelar musiken högt
eftersom deras land nu är fritt
så många, många år har gått
Det var folket med sin röst
som sa åt sin regering
att stoppa förtrycket nu

Härskaren över deras land var
en stor och ful, hemsk man
han var en knähund till lus
som styrde en stor skurkstat
med en befolkning som
alltid känner betydande rädsla

Den här låten är bara en saga
Du kanske hittar likheter
med vissa länder nära din gräns
Det var en revolution som
tvingade härskaren att se
hur han skulle behandla sitt folk nu

Härskaren upptäckte snart vad han skulle göra
för att öka sin makt nu
Det är bara att släppa folket fritt
han fann att vänlighet är bäst
för att nå folkets hjärtan
och framtiden kommer att bli ljus

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