Gorgeous...the upfront vocals are perfect.

Great layering of uke and flute...top class my friends!

This is a really beautiful work. The softness, the negative space, very moving.

What a beautiful, gentle song. Love your vocals on this.

I'm continuing to explore choral music. As always with great help from Lena Arlid who not only recorded all the choir parts, she also produced it. Always a pleasure to collaborate with her.

Alleluia feat. Lena Arlid

Song For Sylvia

Stranded in the outskirts of the city.

Artwork: unknown

Urban Steps

Urban Steps | Big Beech

you've only been here a short while
and i already hate you
you've taken what was mine
and i can't forgive you...

you got a God complex
you think you're so superior
you think you know best...?
ha! i beg to differ....

oh... why d'you do what you do to me?
oh... why d'you do what you do to me?

i'm not blind, i'm sick of the sight of you
i'm not blind, i'm just sick of the sight of you
i'm not blind, i'm just sick of the sight of you
i'm not blind...

in your ivory tower
with your guns and toys...
if you don't want a war
then don't ignore my voice!

oh why d'you do what you do to me...?
oh why d'you do what you do to me...?

i'm not blind, i'm sick of the sight of you!
i'm not blind, i'm just sick of the sight of you!
i'm not blind, i'm just sick of the sight of you!
i'm not blind, i'm just sick of the sight of you

i'm sick of the sight of you
just sick of the sight of you

i'm not blind... i fucking hate you!


Words & Music : Miaow McDonald
Vocals, Bass, Guitars : Miaow McDonald
Drums, Guitar Solo, Bass : Robert Davidson (Aged Choir Boy)

Produced & Mastered : Robert Davidson (Aged Choir Boy)

all rights reserved

I Hate You

I tried something different on the Mixing, I pray it works anyway heres
Beacon
Verse 1
Deeper and deeper tides rolling in
waves crashing around alone again
that sinking feeling rising overhead
caught in between life or death
tag
theres a Light through the haze breaking out making way
far beyond drawing near through the darkness He appears
Chorus
my Beacon, harbour near the shore
myLighthouse, sheltering once more
flashing bright, Light of Life
pointing towards the shore
right my course, right my course
v2
Bearer of burdens, anchor for my soul
a hiding place from shifting shadows
comforter, keeper refuge in the storm
Trusting Your might will right my course
Tag 
theres a Light through the haze beaming out making way
far beyond drawning near through the darkness He appears
repeat chorus
Bridge
Sinking vessel? Lost at sea overcome and drowning?
fight struggle in too deep here comes Rescue
Chorus

Beacon

Sunny Day W/ Morten Jeamland, Original

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar. Steinway Acoustic Piano solo. Fender Electric Bass. Alto Saxophone solo. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Trap Drum set. Percussion Tambourine, Zildjian Crash Cymbal.

Lighthouse

Sunday Morning Bluez

ive had these lyrics for a while, just wanted to try and put some music to them........cheers for your ears if you are having a listen

One Of Us Should Know

At The End Of Forever

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & production

From the age of 15 when I first stepped into the world of employment I was told it would be a major advantage to get a job that lasted through to the State retirement age of 65. At the time I'll admit it was not something I took at all seriously.  When you’re that age, the last thing on your mind is bloody retirement.   

However, by the time I reached my early 50’s and had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind became a little more concentrated on reaching what might now  conceivably prove to be an eminently missable target.  In the interim, the UK government decided that, given the population was living considerably longer than it once had, they would incrementally be raising the retirement age, meaning that mine now became 66. 

Our dear old Nan was a dedicated Bingo player and knew that number callers used particular phrases for certain numbers, one of the best known being 66, known as  ‘Clickety Click’.  So reaching pensionable age became inextricably linked to Bingo, hence the title and subject matter of this song.   

The number one - ‘Kelly’s Eye’ - seemed a good place to start and having done some fascinating research, I worked my way through the Bingo calls, choosing the ones whose scansion worked best, until I reached the magic ‘Clickety Click'.  

As the chorus explains, there were no guarantees I’d actually get there, it was just a target.  But I did get there and this song celebrates the fact.  

The song ends with the traditional exclamation of the player who has won the game, being either ‘House!’ or ‘Bingo!’.  When I was recording the vocals, my constant and beautiful companion Marvin (it is he who is pictured in the cover art) reacted to my shouts with a loud bark, perfectly in time, so we decided to keep it in.  Marv is with me at 99% of the recordings and enjoys being involved when the opportunity presents.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful Hans Albers for another brilliant backing track which is, as I think you’ll agree, perfect for the song.  That man is a genius.
Thanks so much for listening.   (Terry Reeves)


It all started with Ned Kelly’s eye (1)
A cup of tea (3) to stop going dry
Tom Mix (6) wearing hat, riding fast
Monkey’s cousin (12) hanging, trying to last
Key of the door (21), two little ducks (22)
Paid half a crown (26), keep up the luck
In a state (28), rise and shine (29) but alive
One dirty knee (33) to help jump and jive (35)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six, a target to achieve

Half way to laugh, more than eleven (37)
As life begins (40), time for fun (41) isn’t heaven
Up to tricks (46) towards four dozen (48)
Five-0, Five-0, it’s off to work (50) with percussion
Danny la Rue (52), a man at the door (54)
The snakes are alive (55) but don’t wriggle more
Shotts bus (56) to Scotland, check the sign
Variety of Heinz (57) to the Brighton Line (59)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six a target to achieve

A baker’s bun (61) all tickety boo (62)
Tickle me (63), almost retired (64) laughing too
Retirement age(65), it should have been fun
Clickety click (66), getting paid
Take the money and run  
Route 66, nearly there
Clickety click, the sound of my wheelchair

CLICKETY CLICK - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

You don't know what you're looking for
Until you find that open door
But when you do you see it's time for change

The darkening skies obscure your view
Old sentiments take hold of you
Your temperament suggests it's time for change

For change, through the open door
For change, cool the water down

Some creatures of habit are we
When lost is permanence we seek
A way back home so weary of this change
The emptiness gives way
To colors painting morning skies orange and grey

For change, through the open door
For change, cool the water down

Now we listen to the whisper of the breeze
The fear that lies behind the arrogance is seen
In these moments that can bring us to our knees
One door closes, another opens, we see

For change, through the open door
For change, cool the water down

*Belle on flute :)

change with flute 'n uke

Cam-O the Chameleon

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