Hey man, love Jonathan and his work. This is a wonderfully written and performed song by the two of you. I love the message in it, too, which I happen to agree with. Love it, man!

This has me hooked on so many levels.  A song & message to which I can totally relate, along with the added bonus of Mr. B's always brilliant stylings.  Who could ask for anything more?

Spot on lyrics!  Super delivery!  @jonathan_beckenstein

Ha ha! I think so to and just as well to give the youngsters some space. Love the loping rhythm and guitar stabs : )

A natural build, no rush—just intensity unfolding gently.

Your Mix 1

(Song Terry Reeves, Lyrics Janice Slater)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Vocals, Congas, Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Cover pic from Janice Slater's personal archive.
Arterial-flow – Rive-gauche
australianjazzrealbook.com/artists/janice-slater/
bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/
www.reverbnation.com/janiceslater

I arrived in London in early ‘71 and landed on the Holland Road, Shepherd’s Bush not long after.
My good pal Julie Lewis (from Durham) with whom I’d worked with in Sydney, had digs there and invited me to stay. Nonetheless I found it a challenging place to be after Sydney, Summer, beaches, family and gigs. Amongst Julie’s record collection was Nick Drake’s 'Bryter Later' which brought solace to me as I often felt very alone and completely at a loss as to how to navigate London town.

Years later I was to learn that Freddie Mercury was living just a few doors down from us on the Holland Road...no I never knew him...but when I wrote the lyric it seemed apt to pay homage to Freddie and our collective dreams. I’m so happy with Cripple Club’s interpretation of the lyrics, bringing to life a musical collage that depicts the highs and lows of living on the Holland Road through my first cold winter! From my heart; thank you Terry & Gary Reeves; you are two soulful & gifted brothers; I feel so indebted to you both and to Hans Albers for his powerful musical contributions. Thank you, everyone, for listening. (Janice Slater)

Having been such a good friend to us over the years, it has been such an honour to work with Janice on this song. It is dedicated to every one of the beautiful friends we have made here on the Cloud. Thank you all for the support you have given to our music. The last ten years have been filled with such wonderful memories. Much love to you all. (Gary & Terry Reeves)

I’m standing on the fraying edge
Of golden russet gown
Everything’s evolving
Spinning and turning my head around

A familiar voice insulted
And 'Bryter Later's so understated
There’s evidence of a circumstantial nature
But once again, I don’t feel the danger

(Spoken) But now I’m declining all invitations...

I hear the doorbell
But there’s just a stranger
Standing on the fraying edge of fear
Of a city without pity and you’re not near

Freddie he’s walking
Heading down the street
Just like me
The snow and sleet under his feet

Oh but we’ve yet to meet
Looking down the Holland Road
Nobody can see us
Standing on the fraying edge

(Spoken) I was just like you Freddie, looking for that song...

Or three or four
We are looking for salvation
On the Holland Road
And Shepherds Bush Station

Freddie he’s still walking, heading down the street
Just like him, singing music for trick or treat

(Spoken) Oh but we’ve yet to meet…

GUITAR BREAK

(Spoken) Just around the corner from…
Portobello Road
On the fraying edge (repeat x 8)
Of a fraying town

THE FRAYING EDGE - CRIPPLE CLUB, HANS ALBERS & JANICE SLATER

Cancion del gato solitario

Have the number of a good friend on my phone though he’s no longer here still tempted to ring.  https://youtu.be/Emt8UtM0vsI

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

Hades just takes the piss
No-one rows you across The Styx
I believe
When you’re gone
You’re gone

 I keep your number on my phone
Hoping that you prove me wrong  
But when I ring it no-one’s home
You’re gone
Gone
Gone

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

The Atheist

The Atheist  (feat. Jonathan Beckenstein)

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Sigma acoustic guitar, Collings mandolin, Roland piano, vocals, vocal harmonies, and arrangement
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Earle Scruggs banjo, arrangement, production, mix, and mastering        
This song is a Phish song written by Trey, Page, Fishman, and Tom Marshall, who wrote the lyrics. Originally, on their album Hoist, it's just Trey playing and acoustic guitar and singing. Stephen and I wanted to give it our own flavor though. After I asked him to play banjo on it and produce it for me, we started spitballing ideas about how we could add something more to it. Originally, we both played every instrument, guitar, banjo, mandolin, and piano, through the whole thing, except the first and last verses. Then we decided to trickle the instruments in for maximum effect. I also sang the harmonies throughout. Finally, Stephen came up with the idea to wrap the last verse in a mono effect, giving it a detached feel. He mixed it brilliantly, too.
  This song has always had a special place deep in my heart. Sometimes you hear a song and recognize such truth in it, it feels like it was written about you. This is such a song for me. Plus, it was written by my favorite band, Phish, so it has even more meaning for me. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.

Dog Faced Boy by Phish (with Texmex Shaman)

Conga and Bass brothers

Soltás y das

Cuando el viento choca en los cristales
y la luna funde con la piel.
cuando sombras caen como puñales
y las horas van a su merced.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Cuando la memoria vuelve al frio   
y el invierno espera en el umbral.
cuando llega del miedo y el astío
en silencio miras que hay atrás.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas ensoñar.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Soltás y das

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Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Heartache In My Levi's

Ensoleillée By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Sparks (For two + guitars)

Schalter Off

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