Great chorus (vocals and melody). One that gets stuck in your head.

Great song, love the guitar sound and those drums are kicking ass man. Johnny

Great riff and groove - get VAN HALEN vibes in the guitar work. This song has a W.E.T sound too. Great Rock!

Apparement 2024 commence bien avec une superbe énergie  !!!!👍

this has a good honest beefy riff .  the lyrics are great :-)

Daily Drops

Hands

Working on more songs for our new EP. Here is  remixed version  of our Indiepop Summer-Song that is both upbeat and nostalgic. 

We are very thankful to have now real Saxophones in this Song, recorded at Borgvlokken Studio Eindhoven in the Netherlands. Thanks so much for this!

We hope you like it, let us know what you think, and as always thanks so much for all the amazing support here on Soundcloud

Summer comes in time again
The heat will melt away the pain
It makes you feel like it's alright
If you still cannot sleep at night
just blame it on the humidity

Time will prove that it's alright
Time will be the reason why
You're getting younger day by day
If you still haven't found a way
just blame it on humanity

Maybe I'd like to go back
Got this longing in the back of my head
Lately, I started wondering why 
I should be sad

You won't believe that the blue sky
can lift you up, can make you cry
Do they still tell you where to go
Well, here's a list of reasons why
you shouldn't trust the TV shows

Count the days until you're done
Count the days and then you're gone
Dream away on a green breeze
If you can't feel that summer ease
just blame it on humanity

Maybe I'd like to go back
Got this longing in the back of my head
Lately, I started wondering why 
We should be sad

Summer in Time (New Version)

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

The New One from Ghost of The Enemy in 2024
Happy New Year to everyone and peace to you all
K-Herring 1 and Cazbo wishing you well. Hope you enjoy it!

The New One



Lyrics  & Vocal by me                   On piano a very good friend 

Lyrics:

If only I could get one more chance to be
with you again
It would mean so much to me

But now its to late
You are not here
I never get a chance
To se you again...

If only I could get one more chance to say
that i really cared
It would mean so much to me....

If only I could get one more chance to do
the right things for you
It would mean so much to me...

But now its to late
You are not here
I never get a chance
To se you again...
Ohhhhhh.....!

If Only....      (Original)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

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“Drifting” is our new single featuring UK-based singer-songwriter Rosie.

Free download on Bandcamp: https://crimethinkers.bandcamp.com/ 

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Written by Magik Motley, Rick van Meijel and Satori Rewire.
Performed by Magik Motley, Rick van Meijel, Satori Rewire and Rosie.
Produced by Rick van Meijel.

Lyrics:
Weight of the world on my back but I keep on lifting
Sixth gear, now I'm shifting
Wide awake, but everybody's drifting
Drifting into a deep sleep
I put it all on the line, I've been risking my sanity
Wondering what's the point of existing
Still I keep persisting
Still I keep resisting
Storyline twisting
Now I see what's happening
Higher self tapping in
Spiritual war been battling
Spiritual war been fighting
Deep in the dark but I'm tryna bring light in
Deep in the depths I've been diving
I'm surviving
I can't stop til I'm thriving
I can't stop til I'm on top
And that's why I write rhymes non-stop

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
Let me stay unaware
Blur out the noise and the flares
I’m too numb to even care
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

I keep drifting away
For what seems like a million days
It used to be a dream, now I live it today
I don’t wanna be a cynic, I was living with hate
And I used to be digging my grave 
Now I’m digging in crates like J Dilla
And I’m tryna turn this to an 8 figure wage
Going round in circles like a figure of 8
And the potential’s infinity, I can’t let a bright spark fizzle away nag
Seeing colours like stained glass windows
Nowadays I’m living through the same dark limbo
So I’ve gotta spray bars, spit flows
Living off the radar been ghosting
I say rah, it’s dope
When I hear the beat and vocals
Can I find peace? I’m hopeful
Underneath the moonlight
And I can see that it’s so full

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
Let me stay unaware
Blur out the noise and the flares
I’m too numb to even care
I want to keep drifting, drifting
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

Wide awake, but everybody's drifting
Drifting into a deep sleep
(I want to keep drifting)
I keep drifting away
For what seems like a million days
(Away)

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

Drifting (feat. Rosie) - Single

Drifting (feat. Rosie)

20 - 5-2024

For just one Smile

Late Night (best Medicine)

A tune about what inspires to do what you do. Enjoy!

Inspiration

Darkness Coming So Fast

Silhouettes In Satin

A collaborative project with CaZBO and K-HERRING 1 celebrating it's second anniversary in 2025. Thanks for listening! Please leave a comment if you'd like. Love to listen to most genres and comment on other artists pages as well.

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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