Really loving the simplicity and the tone of this guitar...very cool sound..a pleasure my friend!!

Wonderful silent moment... between the music of life. I like your experiential story too.

One of the most original compositions I've come across on Soundcloud.

Wonderful, transporting listen to this sweet music...

my man/ a slam/Nepal cool/U too/put me to bed/ over my head

Beautiful piece 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 🎧 

Woodwind timbre complements string and percussive sounds. 

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

When a long-term relationship comes to an end, there is almost inevitably a lot of bitterness, anger, upset and regret.  But as time moves along, in my experience at least, these are replaced by a gratitude that you were able to share precious moments with your partner and remember the everyday things that you will always treasure.

Last year, Terry and myself fell into a conversation about my marriage break-up - some eight years ago now - and for some reason I started to share with him all of the little things that made being with my ex-partner so special.  They weren’t earth shattering, just times when we did something ordinary, like cooking a really nice meal together or watching a movie we’d seen many times before and knew we would enjoy.

Sometimes, I’d lay in her lap as we watched.  She’d gently stroke my head and very often I’d fall into the deepest, most relaxing of sleeps.  All the cares of the outside world just drifted away, until it felt as as if we were the only two people in the world.  I’ve never known a feeling like it.  It was sheer and utter heaven.

When we split, she tried to make me understand that it was the right and proper thing to do and, although I went through all of the negative emotions described above, she was absolutely right.  The good times had gone and they were never coming back. That’s just the way life is sometimes.  

So this is the song that Tel wrote about the things I told him.  A sad song yes but tinged with the warm glow of great times shared.  It really is better to have loved and lost...

As always, with Tel’s wonderfully apposite lyrics to guide him, Hans understood exactly what the song was all about and the arrangement he put together sums up my feelings so much better than the words I’ve used here to describe them.  My deepest thanks to he and Terry for telling the story with such truth, compassion and intensity.  (Gary Reeves) 

Can there be just one more moment? 
A lovers dream to touch a single breath
Giving a lifetime to love just one more second 
One thousand heartbeats to stop the thought of death

I remember curling tightly on the sofa
I remember protection from the outside world
I remember feeling arms around my shoulders
I remember it so warm and tender not growing old
Not growing old

A book of moments can’t change an indiscretion 
The best there is seems to haunt the past
Deep depression equals every slice of laughter 
As a memory tries to make the good bits last
               
        CHORUS                 Middle

Hiding from the progress but avoiding backward steps
No comprehension why standing still can’t be the best
Every calculated journey causes fractures to the health 
Looking fine and healthy but not up to living like the rest

                          CHORUS

Looking at the mirror screwed tightly on the wall
No reflection of a happy face but the screws stopping the fall
Eyes fixed on the reason that seems to change all sounds
As the wrinkles prevent the facial skin slipping to the ground 

                          CHORUS X 2
Not growing old
Not growing old
Not growing old

I REMEMBER - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

With huge respect to Tibetan Incantations "Om Mani Padme Hum".
This song is very link to my memory while I was walking around in Nepal in 2000. It was everywhere, all time, especially in Pokhara. 

Special thanks to wonderful chorus group "The Cicadas".
And my daughter played the alto-recorder.

Annapuruna -Ice Lake-
While walking around Nepal, one day I went for a walk to Ice Lake. There were almost no other people and I was almost alone. 
There was a little wind, but the weather was very nice and the mountains of the Himalayas with the yaks grazing and the blue sky and glaciers were very beautiful.
It came suddenly when I stopped for a while and took a break.
My head was full of "What ?! What happened ?!"
Suddenly the wind stopped, the yaks stopped, and in this vast landscape there was no sound, no sound at all.
I felt that the mountains carrying the glaciers came one big step closer to me, and I looked back unintentionally.
Perhaps it was only a few seconds, but I felt like I shouldn't even make a breathing sound, and I felt a little scared. It was a mysterious experience that made me feel like I was in a different world.
Eventually the wind returned and the yaks began to move slowly as before, and the sound returned as if nothing had happened.
A world without sound at all, when you think about it, it may be something that you can hardly experience.

ネパールを歩き回っていた時、ある日アイスレイクへの散歩へ出かけました。ほとんど他に人はいなくてほぼ一人でした。
風が少しありましたがとてもいい天気で放牧中のヤク達と青空と氷河を携えたヒマラヤの山々がとても美しかったです。
そんな中でちょっと立ち止まって休憩していた時にそれは突然やってきました。
頭の中で「何？！何が起きた？！」がいっぱいになりました。
突然風がやんで、ヤクたちも静止し、この広大な景色の中で何ひとつ音がしない状態、全くの無音の状態がやってきたのです。
氷河を携えた山々がずんっと一歩近づいて来たような気配を感じて思わず振り返ってしまいました。
おそらくほんの数秒だったのでしょうが、まさに息をのむように自分も呼吸音すら出してはいけないような気になり、少し恐ろしさすら感じました。違う世界に入り込んでしまったような不思議な経験でした。
やがて風が戻りヤク達も元のようにゆっくりと動き出し、何もなかったかのように音も戻りました。
全く音のない世界、考えてみると実はほとんど経験できないことなのかもしれません。

Annapurna -Ice Lake-

Pat Howell was kind enough to allow me to re-release his composition turned collaboration after I got hold of it:) That was nine months ago when first released on his profile(@patrick-howell-786748109) but hope now to give his charming piece wider exposure in the new year.  We hope you enjoy it.

Now And Again (Pat Howell; Octave Mandolin, David Dunham; Classical Guitar)

I have had the great pleasure to collaborate on this funky composition by The Furico Music Team.  
The Furico Music Team https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783

If you want to know more about the process:
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/ascending-stairs.html

Listen to the live version: https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/sets/leaked-live-fmt1

https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/neither
This track was one of the first of theirs that I had heard.  Love to dance to it.

Original Version
User-596493783 – Ascending-stairs

The Windscale Blues Experiment https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues
This piece https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/apparition?in=suzanne-ledwith/sets/characters really makes me feel like a character in a Black n White movie.

Ascending Stairs ft. The Furico Music Team & The Windscale Blues Experiment

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://www.redbubble.com/people/thewormling/shop

This is the 4th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic when I had extra time due to society closing down. This song was inspired by Black Lives Matter and my own experiences with the police growing up in the California East Bay Area in the 80s. 

It has been an incredible opportunity working with Wou-Wou, Stricknice, and Bitzone on this album. I feel like we have a realized sound and vision for the overall style of the album. It is exciting to know that we have many more tracks ready to be released. 

Massive thanks to RUIZZOIDMAN (E-Ruizzo) for joining us on Cruising Through. RUIZZOIDMAN has massively contributed to the positive vibes and individual creative spirit that defines our SoundCloud community. This is the second track I have had the honor of RUIZZOIDMAN joining in on. Big ups RUIZZOIDMAN!!!   

Track Credits:

RUIZZOIDMAN (E-Ruizzo): Lead guitar, scratch guitar, additional guitar, elation choir
https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions
Stricknice: Outro Guitar, Samples, and Production
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Synth, Drums, Percussion, Samples, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Hey I caught you sniffing
Get off my tail 
What you think you sniffing
Get off my tail
Hey I see you sniffing
Get off my tail
What you think your sniffing

Is it the neighborhood I’m cruising through
Is it cause I’m rolling deep with my crew
Is it cause I don’t ever trust you
Is it your suspicious of me

Hey I caught you sniffing
What you think you sniffing
Hey I see you sniffing
What you think your sniffing

Is it your suspicious of me

Still feeling shamed I reclaim that part of me you took
With looks of disdain as I refrained afraid to get booked For nothing 
I shook from your tree
In fact it probably be 
My inherited fruit first 
That now you attempt to hoard in force
In tradition with your legacy of scarcity  
But my ancestral fraternity is inherently abundant 
There’s nothing to defund from it
Word

Yea, that’s what I’m talkin’ about

This is the neighborhood I’m cruising through
This is my neighborhood and I’m cruising through
This is our neighborhood and we goin’ cruise through

Cruising Through

RUIZZOIDMAN, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling & the Couch King - Cruising Through

@rick-4-1 - Broken Mouth Drums
@janinelevinson - Cygnet Sister Vocals 
@phil-mcwalter - Tambourine and The Other Stuff

THE ONLY PARTY IN TOWN

Well ooh yeah!

She didn’t look like her sister
She talked like a brother
Smoked like a trooper
Swore like her father

Her lips had gone solid
At the bridge by the station
Cold in the car but she 
Walked like a casino

So why! 
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

We painted cathedrals (red)
Crossed the Atlantic (in Lennon’s bed)
Hundreds of packets of sweeteners (When she was caught)
Were found in her pockets

So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

Oh my…

She’s just a friend
But I love her too much
My parents would have been very pleased to see her
Most girls would wanna be her
Liked the look of her boat
Faster than an elegant quote
Doesn’t clean or sink or float
Well oh yeaah!
Swan of the Avon
Piper at the Gates of dumb (Norfolk) Broads
There could be flood warnings for millions of hordes and
She’ll always look after 
The cygnet committed to
Equality, Freedom, Freedom To Live
The love machine lumbers
Through all the hearts' chambers
Signet ring, heraldic crest and cuckoo’s nest
Always ran with the best
Curled up in the wardrobe
In a discarded vest
Playing the old tunes
And playing ‘em loud!
So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Oh yeah!

So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

© Jan 2022 Phil McWalter
Image: Anna Piaggi RIP
Song inspired by JAC

The Only Party In Town

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Drop D It Til U Funk

Hope you like my groove in this track. :)

Daggertooth (Mark Lettieri)

Hello. Hope you’re all relatively okay, especially now in the world. I see I am in a winter lull musically. My focus is drawn away by bitter cold weather from a recent polar vortex and also, by what is happening in the world right now. Earlier in the week, it was -22F (-30C) one night. That’s fairly cold for the end of February. With the cold, there came a fair amount of snow and strong winds. I found myself outside shoveling snow and enjoying the balmy -10 temps. As I was shoveling, I noticed 3 deer beds in the fresh snow by the aspens, a short distance from the compost pile. When I finally shoveled back to the compost pile, I saw the deer had feasted on some old garden squash I had recently composted. Apparently deer like squash. Good to know, as there is only so much squash an old man like me can eat. Last night I tossed some smaller garden carrots back there for the deer and rabbits. By the time I got back inside my beard had already frozen. Anyway, this song is my way to work through some shit about my family, and by extension the world right now. Guess I am not a happy camper at the moment. For the most part all of the lyrics are ‘true’, but they are also painted by a Zeitgeist of how I saw things go down. The song is also a vehicle of catharsis, as I work to render out the last vestiges of resentment I may still have toward all this happy horseshit. (I laughed while recording this.) I can only hope the world finds its sanity, as I have given up hope for my family ever finding theirs… Thank you for dropping by. Take care, Mark … oh I apologize for dumping the last 5 months of songs off my page… they needed to go away. Haha.

Lammbone's Album

Thicker Than Water

My friend Louie died recently. We played together in a band called The Loose Diamonds. He was a lovely man and a living work of art.

https://pitchfork.com/news/king-louie-bankston-louisiana-garage-rock-mainstay-of-the-exploding-hearts-dies-at-49/

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Fall like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

There was a man from Harahan who like an angel did sing
And he sure knew just how to pop a guitar string 
And though he often played the clown 
When the crowds would gather ‘round
Those in the know know that Louie was a king

It was reputed that he’d written the perfect song
A crystal blue confection coming in at 2 minutes and 27 seconds long
But the world heeded not
Rock n roll was an afterthought 
The king had left long before his kingdom had come

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t shining half as bright
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

He once went to Whole Foods because he was not feeling well
He returned with five jars of pickles and a story to tell
The hippie cashier it seems 
Had seen his death in her dreams 
So we all laughed and raised five jars of pickle juice to his health

Sure, maybe he all wasn’t saintly and perfect 
But I tend to think the rock n roll was worth it
He had some dirty parts
He left some haunted hearts
But who amongst us isn’t tainted in this circus?

Like a feeling never felt
Like the King of Diamonds never dealt
Like a legend that may never be
Louie Bankston RIP

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
Now the angel’s share ain’t enough to fly a kite
Stardust in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

Now that you have forsaken this fallow land 
Our hopes are dashed that you ever will reunite your one man band
And though my tongue may be planted in my cheek 
It is with great reverence that I do speak 
Of the King of Diamonds

Love, 
Your biggest fan

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

A pariah, a piranha, a superstar
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky

Like a diamond

King Of Diamonds

So, back before humans, war, pandemics, simple-minded political corruption, and insane dualistic hatred festering in the cosmos, I was in the middle of a deep philosophical conversation with a friend. We were at an outdoor cafe on a planet called Ursacenturias in a peaceful solar system not far from here. It was summertime. Just across the milky way, a busker was wailing on violin. Ever get distracted while in conversation and surreptitiously focus on the distraction not wanting to explain yourself to the person you are having the conversation with? This is how the song begins, as I glanced over at an adjacent table and saw ‘your nose’. I just realized this is now the second song I have done about noses, two different noses, two different situations. I’d rather not speculate about that right now, so I won’t. https://soundcloud.com/lammbone/just-one-more-thing All I remember was the alluring serendipity of the moment.……. So I was playing slide guitar the other night, and decided to record this song out of the blue, after reminiscing about the aforementioned experience. I pulled the lyrics from some prose I had written about the experience. The rhythm guitar has some percussion to it and sounds like an old, worn-out, juke joint harmonium, to me anyway. I am still working on that sound, as it is still somewhat ‘clunky’, but maybe I just need to learn how to play pump organ instead? Anyway, someone from the planet Albionia made a request that I play some slide guitar… so hope ya' all like it. Happy Spring or Autumn to you, depending on where you live on this peace-loving orb of ours and thanks for dropping by and hanging out. Mark

Annapurna -Ice Lake-

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