Are you ready? 

Jason Akita: guitars https://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita and https://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita/new-peters-akita-2
Me: the rest, including mean vocal and dirty, demented harmonica

One World Town (Brian Peters)

Let there be darkness
And let there be light
Let the sun and the moon
Keep the day and the night
Let there be evil
And let there be good
Another War of the Worlds
Where the Tree of Knowledge stood

Let there be pleasure
And let there be pain
Let the living mourn the dead
And let the dead rise again
Let there be trouble
Between the old and the young
Another Tower of Babel
A confusion of tongues
-
Don't wanna live in a one world town
Where nobody knows what is real
Where there is no up and there is no down
Cause you were made with magic
On the Potter's wheel
-
Let there be heaven
Let there be hell
From the Book of Revelations
To the worlds of HG Wells
Let there be loving
And let there be hating
Let a man know within himself
Of the road he is taking

Let there be heroes
Let there be gods
Let there be rebels
Who live under the sword
Let there be greatness
Outcasts and giants
Let the martyrs carve the roadways
With the prophets and the saints
-
Don't wanna live in a one world town
Where nobody knows how to feel
Where there is no up and there is no down
Cause you were made with magic
On the Potter's wheel

One World Town (w Jason Akita)

Sometimes that's just the way they come to you.

Becoming (Brian Peters)

I am growing
I am learning
I am changing
And becoming

The world is growing
The world is learning
The world is changing
And becoming

God is growing
God is learning
God is changing
And becoming

Becoming

Well, I first asked Ged Hodkinson (Rustystringz) to add some 12-string guitar picking to this song. But after hearing him sing a country song, I asked if he would do the vocals on this as well! We then agreed to ask Chris to join us and bring some of her magic to this. I’m deeply indebted to them both for their marvellous contributions. They are superb musicians, and have my greatest respect. I absolutely love the way this has turned out, and hope you all enjoy it too!

http://soundcloud.com/rustystringz: vocals, guitars
http://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri: flutes
Brian Peters: composition, bass, drums
My Vid Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpMZlRdQocg&feature=c4-overview&list=UUDAJEffE-Nk6zs4eYTrNEgg
Links: https://soundcloud.com/rustystringz/moment-of-doubt-feat-brian
https://soundcloud.com/rustystringz/moments-of-doubt-another
https://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri/moments-of-doubt-rustystrings

Moments of Doubt (Brian Peters)

When I am in the valley
Where man must walk alone
Before the flame that burns and won’t consume
Forgive my disbelieving
Forgive my heart of stone
My spirit lies beyond the whitened tomb
When the beast within me
Is struggling to get out
Won’t you shine your light on me
In my moments of doubt

When blood is caught in vices
And hungers for the chase
The worm is in the root and time is sure
A sea of murmuring voices
They fill you with their tastes
Riding on the high wave to the shore
When the tide is turning
Tossing me about
Won’t you shine your light on me
In my moments of doubt

Idols all around me
They look like real men
Roaming on the earth since time began
They have all seduced me
In that shaded glen
Where lust is life and pride your fellow man
They have gold and silver
Honey in their mouths
Won’t you shine your light on me
In my moments of doubt

If I leave your presence
Go from before your face
My faith may be misguided for a while
If I show some weakness
If I fall from grace
Oh do not think me helplessly defiled
You who hold dominion
From the north pole to the south
Won’t you shine your light on me
In my moments of doubt

Moments of Doubt (w Rustystringz & Chris Scheri)

Fairytales (Brian Peters)

People speaking their words on the wind
Satellites in the sky
Televisions and fax machines
Spiderwebs for the fly

Change your money and get a new card
Plastic number and name
Lamination will soon be too hard
Microchips in your brain

Every nation interconnects 
To an electrical hum
On the airwaves and video discs
They're playing bubblegum

   *Seems like the bride is wearing a veil
    In the palace of rooms
    Bring me some romance and fairytales
    Spin them on the crystal loom*

Poison perfumes with innocent names
Keep you from growing old
You can name them before they are born
Or change their genetic code

    *Seems like the bride is wearing a veil
    In the palace of rooms
    Bring me some romance and fairytales
    Weave them on the crystal loom*

Nothing changes under the sun
Just like Solomon said
Corporations and government sons
They're sleeping in one bed

Fairytales

This is one of my very earliest songs from many decades ago. I decided to put it up here on Soundcloud.

Matt Bowman: bass
Nick Shutler: sax

In God’s Name (Brian Peters)

A village burns and leaves a scar on Mother Earth
The scented flames ascend beyond the fallen ruins
And helpless cries are stilled beneath the weight of senseless birth
A sacrifice is offered by the architects of doom

A figurehead is raised to cull the subjects’ praise
The attributes of God are transferred to his name
Unwarranted, his show of wrath and force belie his fears
His stature grows, but only death and pain support his claim

And so the game is played
No fears are allayed
And tearing down the idol
Can’t be but suicidal

Then suddenly a warning shout disturbs his rest
The spirits of the wronged are merged with forces of the right
A flash of light that brightens up the sky from east to west
He crumbles and descends into the world of endless night

And so his fate was sealed
His evil work revealed
Just memories remain
To inflict no further pain

In God's Name

For the joy of acoustic instruments.

I wrote this when I turned 35 and moved to the UK.
So grateful to have my good friend Johnson joining me - this really feels like a sweet acoustic jam, JR (@johnson-ramm)

JR: added guitars and added vocals
Me: vox, guitars, harmonica and other stuff

Middle of Life (Brian Peters)

I'm in the middle of life
So much has passed
I'm only 35
Save the best for last
Hey, riding through the middle of life

I'm in the middle of love
And I'm settling down
I can't get enough
It goes and comes around
Hey, riding through the middle of love

I'm in the middle of the world
Between the east and the west
And I'm riding the curve
Between the bad and the best
Hey, riding in the middle of the world

I'm in the middle of life
So much has gone
I'm only 35
But I'm moving on
Hey, riding through the middle of life

Middle of Life (w Johnson Ramm)

Speak For Love (Brian Peters)

Little Lady stepped out into the world
Little Lady was still mama’s little girl
One baby later, she was still twenty-five
Her marriage on the rocks but she was glad to be alive

And love is blinded in innocence
And love is calling out for defence

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

Little Man went walking in his daddy’s boots
Little Man was just following his roots
Wild dreams and schemes on the stock exchanges
Wild oats and loneliness among total strangers

And love is crying out to be heard
And love is holding out the living word

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about the third world debt
Some talk about a nuclear threat
Some talk about inner city crime
Some talk about intelligent design
Some talk about corporate greed
Some talk about terminator seeds
Some talk about the ascetic life
Some talk about simeon stylites**

And love is knocking at the door
And love is undergirding every law

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about global warming
Some talk about turbine farming
Some talk about genetic cloning
Some talk about the lunar landings
Some talk about ghetto thugs
Some talk about the superbug
Some talk about democracy
Some talk about conspiracy

Some talk about the world trade towers
Some talk about a one world power
Some talk about save the whales
Some talk about fairytales
Some talk about visual highlights
Some talk about navigation satellites**
…(to fade)

Speak For Love

This singalong was written during my young idealistic days, based on the amusing stories of Giovanni Guareschi. I thought I’d drag it out of the archives for a bit of fun!

Little World (Brian Peters)

The world of Don Camillo is a little place
Sitting on the River Po
Work enough for living, time enough to wait
And there’s space enough to grow

The faith of Don Camillo is a simple grace
Patient as the river flow
Taking up within the sphere of earthly ways
And he knows it must be so
-
We all live in a little world
We can make it grow
We all keep the universe
And we know it must be so
-
The God of Don Camillo has a human face
Watching as they come and go
Sharing in a knowledge that is people based
And He knows it must be so

Little World

Thank you for listening over the last 10 years, for commenting, liking and reposting. Special thanks to those I’ve collaborated with, and those who’ve covered my songs. I’m so grateful to you all, and best wishes for 2023.

Talk To Me (Brian Peters)

Talk to me about trouble
Talk to me about strife
Talk to me about men living 
a double life
Talk to me about hunger
Talk to me about pain
Talk to me about men dying 
and their deaths being in vain
Draw near
Put your lips to my ear 
and talk to me

Talk to me about heartache
Talk to me about loss
Talk to me about men carrying 
too heavy a cross
Talk to me about mercy
Talk to me about truth
Talk to me about forgiveness 
in the kissing booth
Fold me
In your gentle sea 
and talk to me

Talk to me in the whirlwind
Talk to me in the heat
Talk to me in the thunder 
of the city’s feet
Talk to me in the stillness
far away from the noise
Talk to me sweetly 
in that still, small voice
Steal away 
from the cares of the day 
and talk to me
--------------------
[Some unused verses]

Talk to me of the garden
Talk to me of the fall
Talk to me of that valley 
and the prophets of Baal
Talk to me about religion 
and the loss of God
Talk to me about the kingdom 
and that level sword
Stay on 
for the night is long 
and talk to me

Talk to me about beauty
Talk to me about life
Talk to me about the colours
in the rainbow of light
Talk to me about magic 
in a lover’s eyes
Talk to me about music 
in the heart of the night
Lay down 
on this covered ground 
and talk to me

Talk to me in the riddle 
of the spoken word
Talk to me in the alphabet 
from another world
Talk to me about longing 
for the one that we seek
Talk to me of that name 
that no man shall speak
Thrill me 
with mystery 
and talk to me

Talk To Me

This is what jamming with the great Johnny Minstrel sounds like. We always loved that light free airy sound. No added fx. Thanks Pravinand @johnny-minstrel

JM: electric guitar, harmonica

The Line (Brian Peters)

I was looking out my window on the first day of Spring
Thought I saw the Winter phantom, well he touches everything
We never know what's good or bad until one of them is gone
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

Well we're looking to the heavens and we haven't left the ground
Looking for the eternal in a world going down
This road just keeps you travelling, going on and on
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

I never know what's hurting, I never know what's true
But man is always restless about the things he always knew
It seems like it started from the day I was born
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

All of us are blinded, learning how to survive
Someone else may tell you, you got to keep hope alive
Well I'm staring out my window, I might see another dawn
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

The Line (w Johnny Minstrel)

This is a delightful departure from my norm. I’ve always loved the Wayfarer cloud, and suggested a collaboration. DG sent me this powerful, haunting music, and the whole song lyric was written within a few hours of listening to it. This is the first time I’ve written something to another piece of music. Thanks a million for such a pleasurable and novel experience, DG. Such a joy working with you on this!

Wayfarer DG: Music and mix https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
Me: Lyrics and vocal

Cloudy Charlie (Brian Peters/Dirk Gilleard)

Night crawls round your corner
Opens up an eye
Swallows all the colour
Of your life

Better read the sign
Written in the sand
Get yourself together
The hour is at hand

Cloudy Charlie calling
Down your cul-de-sac
Leave the blizzard howling
At your back

Wilderness in tatters
Moon has turned to blood
The living have been scattered
Before the final flood

*Sunlight has been broken
Pieces on the way
Sleep with one eye open
Until Judgement Day*

Leave one in the chamber
Get your running sack
Eat the bread of danger
Never turn back

Cloudy Charlie (w Wayfarer DG)

I wrote this last year after some tragic news events. While the gun control discussion goes on, I’m still hoping…

A real pleasure to have Pravinand joining in…thanks mate, your harmonica really gives this a lift. @johnny-minstrel

Last Bullet To Fall (Brian Peters)

He had his workout, got into shape
With a pre-dawn run
Bought some takeout, briskly escaped
Into the morning sun

A rodded wood beam, trigger and tape
That he found on the ‘net
Some target shooting, sling bag and cape
And he was finally set

He moved behind the crowded scene
Like a snake on the ground
Raised his head, uncoiled to spring
As he fired his rounds

Now I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the ever after
Where the reels of regret
Will be turned into laughter
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls
Waiting for the last bullet to fall

Some weeks before I was glued to my phone
Just scrolling through
Caught my eye some kids had died
In a Texas school

Slip of a lad just went mad
With an AR-15
Shot his gran, got into her van
Headed down the street

Powder and lead were burning red
In the midday heat
Twenty-One Dead, the headline read
It was the bloodiest scene

So I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the ever after
Where the peals of lament
Will be spun into laughter
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls

Yes I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the sweet hereafter
Where the steel of dissent
Will be bent to a ploughshare
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls
Waiting for the last bullet to fall

Last Bullet To Fall (ft Johnny Minstrel)

I bought a 12-string for the first time in my life - had a little play around. I just love that ringing jangly sound. 
And repetitive mantric devotionals are great to listen to as well!

My Grace Is Enough (Brian Peters)

My grace is enough for you
My grace is enough for you
For all that you do
And all you go though
My grace is enough for you

Look A Little Higher (Brian Peters)

Look a little higher than your dreams
Look a little higher than your times
Look a little higher than your schemes
Look a little higher than your mind
Look a little higher than your will
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your power
Look a little higher than your plans
Look a little higher than your strength
Look a little higher than your hands
Look a little higher than your skill
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your silver
Look a little higher than your gold
Look a little higher than your barns
Look a little higher than your folds
Look a little higher than your fields
Keep on looking unto the hills

My Grace Is Enough • Look A Little Higher

I want to thank Emer for her wonderful rendition of this song. I’ve always loved her musical talents – she is a superb singer-songwriter and performer. Emer, you do me honour - I hope your Mac problems are soon resolved, and you’re back on the cloud! Folks, please visit her cloud: https://soundcloud.com/emerfox
Her videos: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXxV6UjvbtUsBrhACZG7gzQ
PS: I should also add here that this performance is entirely by Emer - she plays and sings everything!
Links: https://soundcloud.com/emerfox/i-am-the-word-cover-of-brian-peters-song

I Am The Word (Brian Peters)

There’s always something
At the back of your mind
Like a lost memory
You can’t create it
You can’t leave it behind
It’s where it’s supposed to be
-
I am the Word
Down the corridors beyond sleep
I am the Word
In the waters where the deep calls unto deep
-
There’s always something
At the tip of your tongue
That you can’t understand
When you try too hard
Then you get it all wrong
But it’s there in your hand

There’s always something
At your fingertips
That you can’t even feel
But it’s turning through
The waters like a ship
On a giant wheel

I Am The Word (Performed by Emer Fox)

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Wrote this little singalong many years ago for a fellow Soundclouder who was feeling a bit low. 
My daughter was in her early teens when she took the lead vocals, and my son was pre-teen.
I’m hugely indebted to the supremely talented Russ Sinfield for taking time out to mix and master this little pick-me-up - thanks a ton, mate, I’m really very grateful. (https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield #chaoscookhouse)
Enjoy!

Levana: Lead vox, bvs
Jehan: Bvs
Me: the rest
Russ Sinfield: Mix and mastering

Singing The Song (Brian Peters)

Looking for a brighter day
To come and wash your worries away
Hey come on now, come on

Searching for a bluer sky
And you don’t know the reason why
Hey come on now, come on

*You got to keep on holding on
You got to keep your spirit strong
You got to keep on singing the song
And it won’t be long*

Looking for that ray of hope
And finding that it’s hard to cope
Hey come on now, come on

Wishing on a shooting star
Trying to figure who you are
Hey come on now, come on

Well I ain’t walking in your shoes
And we all carry our own blues

Singing The Song

This is a low-key return to the Cloud.

The most traumatic experience I've had to endure is the separation from my family. Despite the pain and hurt, I have tried to bear it with dignity, respect and good grace. I wrote many songs about it - two are still on my cloud: 'If Love...', and 'Open Heart'. 

'The Space Between Us' is another attempt to come to terms with the situation.

The Space Between Us (Brian Peters)

You walked away
You didn't look back
You didn't turn into a pillar of salt
I was still waiting
For the attack
And I was looking for a glimmer of fault
There were no answers
Just questions unasked
No rhyme or reason
To peg to my mast
You took it all
Stirring no dust
And in the quiet hush
You left the space between us

But I wish you well
Whatever you choose
I don't rejoice in wishes denied
The thing you love most
Must surely be loosed
And I can carry every secret inside
There is no malice
Now we're apart
I'm only sorry
That it didn't last
We had our moments
And though they are passed
I'm still holding fast
To the space between us

And God is in heaven
Among the stars
They circle round us
Like giant cars
But He keeps His eye
Directing their paths
And I pray God will watch
In the space between us

Night Room

The Space Between Us

Pearls (Brian Peters)

I'd like to ask you something
Tell me if you'll be so kind
Can you step into the same river
For the second time
Every man was once a baby
Every woman was a child
Everybody sees the chain of humanity
In the mirror of time

I'd like to ask you something
I hope you tell me clear
What's the sound of a tree falling in the forest
When there's no one to hear
With one eye you can see high and wide
With two eyes you can see deep
But you got a third eye in the middle of your forehead
When you go to sleep

I'd like to ask you something
I hope you tell me now
Did you see a stone that was growing
To shatter the plow
Everybody lives in two worlds
The human and the mystical plane
Everyone is made of two love materials
The sacred and profane

I'd like to ask you something
I hope you tell me true
Did you see a tree that was burning
But was not consumed
The marriage of Shiva and Shakti
The union of the yin and the yang
The love of Dionysius and Aphrodite
Written in the big bang

I'd like to ask you something
I hope you tell me straight
Could you see into the black hole
Hidden by the light

Pearls

This little song is about staying strong and true as we get older. I decided to keep it rough and bare.

Bless This Heart (Brian Peters)

I've been travelling a while
Wearing out these miles
Portioning my days
In that circle of time
I've been holding fast
Unrolling the past
And I'm doing fine
Bless this heart of mine

The bright new man, the dunce, I do not fear
The blazing sun, the bone-beak missile spear
I count them none

I've been spinning a dial
Unreeling a line
Floating on a river
Without a sign
A sailing lotus shell
On a ripple bell
Yes, I'm doing fine
Bless this heart of mine

The cackle and the bark, they hold no sway
The parables of dark, they're like the spray
I count them none

I've been holding the nerve
On a winding curve
Shooting out some pebbles 
In the grit and grime
My rumbled peace
As I take my ease
Says I'm doing fine
Bless this heart of mine
Yes, I'm doing fine
Bless this heart of mine

Bless This Heart

vid link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3Tw7pYMhAQ

Wonders Will Never Cease (Brian Peters)

As long as I can make amends
And turn an enemy into a friend
As long as I in love defend the peace
Wonders will never cease

As long as I can take a stand
And hold a fallen brother by the hand
As long as I can see that man increase
Wonders will never cease
-
I’m calling you
There’s a better way
I’m calling you
There’s a better way
-
As long as I can heal a wrong
Uplift the weak and purify the strong
As long as I embrace the very least
Wonders will never cease
Wonders will never cease

Wonders Will Never Cease

This song was written coming up to the 19th anniversary of Stephen Biko's death in detention. I'd visited St. Stephen's Green in Dublin, where the last hanging took place, and that prompted the title. I'd also been musing on the death of Saint Steven, the first Christian martyr. All of these various ideas informed the lyric.

Vid Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phlGdpXHuUc&feature=youtu.be

Saint Stephen(Brian Peters)

There’s a wicked wind behind me
And it’s coming on down
And it’s breathing air reminds me
There’s blood on the ground
And I’m sleeping on an old lullabye
And I’m reaching between earth and sky

Now there’s a wall between us
You’re on one side
You have already seen us
There’s no place to hide
And I’m standing at the wrong end of the line
And I ain’t got a dime
-
Some people never wonder about things they’ve seen
Some people never worry, some people never dream
-
Well the shadows of the evening
They come to me now
And they’re calling Saint Stephen
To come on back down
There’ve been twenty hard years on the plough
And plenty of tears have been sown

I can feel Saint Stephen
He walks like a ghost
And his nails are uneven
His eyes they are lost
And he’s looking for a home in the world
And he’s caught between heaven and earth

Saint Stephen

Took up my acoustic guitar after a long while to put this one together.

Circle of Light (Brian Peters)

She was covered all in glory
She was woman, she was Eve
He was waiting at the river for his bride
She could weave a story
That he wanted to believe
They fell in love within the circle of light

She would gather berries
Singing to her child
He would build a fire for the night
She was sanctuary
He was kingdom wild
Making up a home within the circle of light

I lie upon the bosom
I'm in the wilderness
The moon and stars are watching through the night
When the winter world was frozen
There was tenderness
When he met her within the circle of light

Circle of Light

There was a short period when I stopped using the usual verse/chorus/bridge format, and tried a repetitive drone style instead. I was hoping it would be more transfixing, beguiling and entrancing. This is one of those attempts.

Wind In The Trees (Brian Peters)

I was on a ride on a sea of dreams
When I saw the skies like a water stream
On another world on the other side
Was another face looking into mine
With the eyes of peace
Aah but I'm like the wind in the trees

Well I thought of you and I thought of me
In a dying world we are breaking free
We are going down, we are holding on
We are on the shore looking at the sun
Waiting for release
Aah but we're like the wind in the trees

Well I tried to sleep, I couldn't settle down
Tried TV without the sound
On a night like this you could use some help
It could do you harm, you could give yourself
Over to the beast
Aah when you're like the wind in the trees

Well my lover lies here next to me
And she's got that face of mystery
Like a virgin bride or Mother Eve
There are changes there when she smiles at me
'Darling go to sleep'
Aah but I'm like the wind in the trees

Wind In The Trees

I was out of town and missing my wife-to-be, so I wrote this.

I'm Missing You (Brian Peters)

In the midnight
You're away
How many candles do you light
To make it day
I feel it too

I'm missing you
I'm missing you

In the sunrise
Cold and grey
How many promises you make
As you pray
I feel it too

I'm Missing You

A real treat to have Jordan sing this song. He is an amazing interpreter, with a superb voice! Thank you, Jordan, for this honour. If you want to hear all the music I enjoy listening to, folks, please visit https://soundcloud.com/jordan-cannady

Jordan Cannady: Lead Vocals, Guitar (r)
Me: the rest
Links: https://soundcloud.com/jordan-cannady/road

Road In The Desert (Brian Peters)

You were here and you were gone
Like a candle before the sun
Back to where you were born
Waiting for a final home
-
There’s a road in the desert lies
With no leaving and no returning
No hellos and no goodbyes
Once you’re on it, you just keep moving on
-
You take a walk through that door
There’s one way in, and then one more
You take a chance on this life
You are here just for a time

You have seen the end of dreams
Carried on the wayward wind
To the ocean of our lives
We are just a ripple in time

Road In The Desert (w Jordan Cannady)

The songs I've always loved writing are those that come easily, whether they are 'soul-baring' personal expressions or 'thought-constructed' forms. 
This came very quickly.

Sketch: "Bereshit" (Brian Peters) 

I’VE GROWN USED TO YOU
(Brian Peters)

I’ve grown used to you
What can I say
I can’t seem to tell it right
Any other way
I get to feeling all the things that you do
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
Does it seem bad
Like it’s always been this way
For the little time we’ve had
Feels like we’re riding on an old country bus
Ooh, babe, I’ve grown used to us

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
More than a wife
Like I’ve known you somewhere else
In another life
Feels like we’re locked inside an old memory
Ooh babe, and you’ve grown used to me

I’ve grown used to you
Close as I can
For all the distance that they say
Between a woman and a man
You’re still a mystery, I don’t know where you’re at
Ooh babe, and I’ve grown used to that

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

(Solo)

I’ve grown used to you
At the end of the day
I can’t seem to tell it right
Like you heard me say
Guess I believe in magic and déjà vu
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I've Grown Used To You

Faith and social issues can be contentious and polarising. But for me, both combined is a marriage made in heaven. As a young songwriter I wanted to explore that, and this was one of those attempts. It is based on the ‘I Am’ sayings, and I thank you for listening.

Drawing: Qesheth (BP)

Another version by Raging Rausch: https://soundcloud.com/raging-rausch/brian-peters-i-saw-jesus-raging-rausch-cover-version-8

I Saw Jesus (Brian Peters)

I saw Jesus in a man who didn’t have a home
He was left to wander alone
Nowhere to go, no place to rest
And nothing secure
Jesus, won’t you be the door
Jesus, won’t you be the door

I saw Jesus in a woman holding empty hands
Living out of empty cans
Her children starve, it’s been a while 
Since they were fed
Jesus, won’t you be the bread
Jesus, won’t you be the bread

I saw Jesus in a boy within a prison cell
What he’s done he cannot tell
Accusers lie, and so his life
Will end at youth
Jesus, won’t you be the truth
Jesus, won’t you be the truth

[I saw Jesus in a little girl of eight
In her hands she held her fate
Away from home the city’s cold
But she must stay
Jesus, won’t you be the way
Jesus, won’t you be the way]*

I saw Jesus in a baby who has not a prayer
Death and illness ever near
May last the night,
Tomorrow baby won’t survive
Jesus, won’t you be the life
Jesus, won't you be the life

[I saw Jesus in a people living under siege
Never having what they need
Their lives have been a horror
Of eternal night
Jesus, won’t you be the light
Jesus, won’t you be the light]*

*omitted verses

I Saw Jesus

Such a joy to have Martin Lucas (The Celturian) on this instrumental piece. He is a hugely gifted musician, and I'm honoured to have him on board. His contribution really enhances this simple composition. https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian
https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian/ruah-brian-peters-feat-the-celturian?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0

Flute/Violin: Martin
Guitar/Composition: Me
Drawing: 'Terebinth' (BP)

Ruah (ft The Celturian)

Vocals and Guitar only.

Touchstones (Brian Peters)

As the island lies in the sea
As the sea gives life to the land
From the waters over the deep
Like the inner world of the man

As the sky is home to the bird
As the worm lives under the sand
And they build a home in the world
Like the inner world of the man

And on me the glory of the sun
And you the moon and stars
When the twins of heaven, they are one
And each another part

As the fruit that covers the seed
As the lion lies with the lamb
When our waking world makes peace
With the inner world of the man

Touchstones

During Apartheid-era South Africa it was quite common for the regime to use the death penalty as a way of eliminating or scaring off opposition. That history has largely turned me against capital punishment. This is dedicated to those prisoners-of-conscience who made the ultimate sacrifice!

vid link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCxWnkrqlxI&feature=youtu.be

Death Row (Brian Peters)

See yourself in the water
Feel the grains of sand beneath your feet
Whirling up in form superior
Enthralling me with majesty

Natural is and natural let it be
We live or we die beneath the sacred tree
Life is just a mist
Soon it’s time to go
Spare my little kid
Waiting on Death Row

To each his own and all for all
Provided we can live in honesty
Perversion comes to turn the mind
Away from man’s equality

Natural is and natural let it be
We live or we die beneath the sacred tree
Life is just a mist
Soon it’s time to go
Spare my little kid
Waiting on Death Row

Death Row

This song is about keeping our hearts soft despite difficult experiences. 
There are no fx added.

Also listen to If Love [Arkestar RMX 2021] by Arkestar on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/NwyQP

If Love... (Brian Peters)

If love is the answer
Don't leave me bitter
I won't be a quitter... on love

If love is the reason
I won't harbour treason
I'm in the season... for love
-
Now I find
Love is blind
Now I know
Love will grow... again
-
If love is a flower
And this is the hour
Give me the power... to love
-
Now I find
Love is blind
Now I know
Love will grow... again
-
If love is a maiden
And time wears a veiling
I will be waiting... for love

If Love...

Hello everyone! I've been here since July 2012. 
I hope you enjoy these songs. Thank you for listening!

A playlist: https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel/sets/brian-peters-the-song-man
My Kids: https://soundcloud.com/levana-and-jehan-peters

Those I've collaborated with, or who have covered my songs:

http://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel
https://soundcloud.com/john-hollingum
http://soundcloud.com/cindyeichardt
http://soundcloud.com/johnson-ramm
http://soundcloud.com/jordan-cannady
http://soundcloud.com/riccicoughlin
http://soundcloud.com/sunnidayz
http://soundcloud.com/pau-14
http://soundcloud.com/philipbridle
http://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita
http://soundcloud.com/experimentator
http://soundcloud.com/vladaroo
http://soundcloud.com/hebikjoudaar
http://soundcloud.com/rustystringz
http://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri
http://soundcloud.com/van-gabriel
http://soundcloud.com/spaghetti-hillbillies
http://soundcloud.com/deephod
http://soundcloud.com/tolu_lope
http://soundcloud.com/milanazilnik
https://soundcloud.com/the-searchers
https://soundcloud.com/fernando-gonzalo
https://soundcloud.com/jrcros
https://soundcloud.com/emerfox
https://soundcloud.com/krum41
https://soundcloud.com/joakimlartey
https://soundcloud.com/ofemi
https://soundcloud.com/chrisliving
https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1
https://soundcloud.com/textosh
https://soundcloud.com/sciencebase
https://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband
https://soundcloud.com/hilary-dirlam?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/raging-rausch
https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
https://soundcloud.com/user-53145152-479345033

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