Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Vocal & Lyrics:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  PJ Project

Lyrics:

If you feel tired and can't find any pleasures
Unable to see how things really should be

You need a long break
To heal your heartache
And for Gods sake don't blame yourself
Take a deep breath
A good rest
To regain strength to get through the day

If you don't know how to love
And don't know how to live
If you feel split in two
And have nothing to give

You need a long break
To heal your heartache
And for gods sake don't blame yourself
Take a deep breath
A good rest
To regain strength to get through the day

If family and friends see you as only strong
They may not be aware of
That you struggle all day long

And need a long break
To heal your heartache
And for Gods sake don't blame yourself
Take a deep breath
A good rest
To regain strength, to get through the day..

To be able to help others
You have to help yourself
Don't be ashamed
To stop up and say

That you need a long break
To heal your heartache
And for gods sake don't blame yourself
Take a deep breath
A good rest
To regain strength, to get through the day..

So take a long break
To heal your heartache
And for Gods sake don't blame yourself
Take a deep breath
A good rest
To regain strength to get through the day...

Take A Long Break   W/PJ Project

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production
Video: https://youtu.be/oZEpxaFQm5o 
Working with Hans is always an inspiring process.  The music relationship both Gal and myself have formulated with him over the last few years has never grown stale, because he is so endlessly innovative when interpreting the songs we regularly wing over to his studio in Hamburg.  By contrast, what we say to each other on these occasions is always the same.  “It’ll be nothing like we’re expecting” is our mantra and, sure enough, what comes back never is.  His arrangements are always - and I do mean always - so much better than anything we could possibly have imagined.

It was during what has become a regular exchange of emails that Hans said something which became the inspiration for this song.  He runs his own company, in what could be described as both a creative but stressful industry - advertising.  Not so long ago, his frustrations with certain clients was getting under his skin, feeling that far too often he was wasting his time and energy on those who supplanted boldness and enthusiasm for unnecessary worry and reservation. “It takes loop after loop after loop of needless discussion which means nothing really happens…”, was how he put it.  Having had to tolerate many similar frustrations during my working life - I’d  retired some years before due to ill health - I knew precisely how he must be feeling.

His cri de cœur of “Loop after loop after loop” stuck in my mind and the next time I picked up my guitar, strumming random chords in the way I often do, these were the words I sang.  So this song for my wonderful friend Hans is from the heart and one I hope will bring a quantum of solace for all he is forced to tolerate in his working life.

Finally, must again thank those who still listen, like, comment and repost our music.  We are filled to the brim with gratitude for all your kindness.  (Terry Reeves)

Trapped in a box of daily communication 
No artistic ideas or a mental lubrication
Many words, no meaning, lots being said
Endless discussions to confusion instead

Loop after Loop after Loop……….

Brand to establish and how to perform
Boldness of thinking keep all ideas warm
A number of reasons changing direction
Knowing what to do, Christ resurrection? 

Loop after Loop after Loop………..

Nothing is new it’s all been done before
Takes someone special, see what is more
Easy to reject asking for a new approach 
Ignoring integrity and trust never to poach 

Loop after Loop after Loop…….

Time to find strength, weakest of moments
Gripping tightly to your thinking component 
A Kelly surprises and helps with inspection 
Encouraging power combining self-deception 

Loop after Loop after Loop……..

Loop After Loop - CRIPPLE CLUB

Purgatorius is a small mammal that survived the extinction of the dinosaurs. The more ya know ... 

Thanks to Ace Ha for the beats and vibe! Check out his killer music: https://soundcloud.com/ace-ha

Saurian Glare (Purgatorius Mix)

Not posted in a while hope you enjoy, hugs Al

Looking for someone like you

J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux, Le vent l'invite à caresser les cieux. Souls bound forever, Nos âmes dansent dans la nuit bleue.
J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux. Souls bound forever.
Dans le silence, nos cœurs s'envolent, Chaque battement, une douce parole.
Les constellations murmurent nos rêves, Ensemble, nous traçons nos rêves. J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux, Le vent l'invite à caresser les cieux. Souls bound forever.
Nos âmes dansent dans la nuit bleue, J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux. Souls bound forever.
Les ombres dansent, le temps s'arrête, Nos esprits s'élèvent, une douce fête. Dans ce cosmos, nous ne faisons qu'un, Éternellement, main dans la main. J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux, Le vent l'invite à caresser les cieux. Souls bound forever, Nos âmes dansent dans la nuit bleue.
J'attrape des étoiles perdues dans tes yeux. Souls bound forever.

ÉTOILES DANS TES YEUX

this one pretty much wrote itself when i found myself staring at a blank sheet of paper for ages,
tapping my pen annoyingly and waiting for something to happen........a live take with a bit of piano........cheers for having a listen......



           PEN TO PAPER 
 
my pen can write a letter of love
describe to you the stars above
congratulate you on your gain
comfort you when your in pain

console you in your time of need
tell you that you're loved indeed
but if i told you how i feel today
my pen would be cruel

my pen can sign my life away
to own a house i'll never pay
then write it in a thank you note
for the monstrous debt that i now owe

my pen has got me in trouble deep
sometimes so much i cannot sleep
if i were to write about myself
my pen would be cruel

i don't pretend to understand
what's going on upstairs
i just try to keep it to myself
sometimes it's better, to hide it all away
i know to you that that don't make much sense

my pen can tell you how and why
my love for you could never die
write the words with even flow
so you would never have to know

my pen is guarded at the gate
it hides my secrets can't escape
and if they did then you would know
my pen can be so cruel

misanthropy, philanthropy, 
evilness and empathy    
my pen belongs in their mirrored halls
it's inky eye looks through them all

there's nothing it can't see right through
the things you thought that no one knew
now written there right in front of you
the pen can be so cruel

my pen can talk what i can't speak
and go where i don't want to be
from a prison cell to a sunburst sky
turn the truth against a lie

write a wrong into a right
turn a long day into night
the burden can be so heavy
when the pen can be so cruel

Pen To Paper

For my sixth birthday for weeks and weeks I begged my dad for a dog
But my dad didn’t think I was responsible enough and he was also kind of cheap
But I kept asking him constantly and finally he broke down
He gave me a little cabbage plant growing in a Styrofoam cup

He said if you take good care of this cabbage plant
Next year I’ll consider buying you a dog

I named him Charlie and I planted him in the flowerbed in the front yard
And every morning I’d go outside, and I’d feed him water and fertilizer
I’d update him on what was going on inside the house
And as far as cabbages go Charlie was a patient listener

Every night before I went to bed
I’d stick my head out the window and say goodnight to Charlie.

Our friendship was more than one of those passing fads
And every day Charlie grew until his head was bigger than my dad’s

And I guess my dad must have noticed too because one crisp autumn afternoon
Me and Charlie were sitting in the flowerbed listening to a baseball game
My dad came outside, and he said to me, it’s time for you to become a man

He reached down and he ripped my best friend Charlie out of the ground
For a couple of seconds, I could see his little roots gasping for soil 
Then we took him in the house and we cleaned and we gutted him

 And I swore that would be the last time I’d ever have a personal relationship
 with a vegetable of the cruciferous type
And as we sat around the table, eating our cabbage soup
It occurred to me I was so glad my dad hadn’t bought be a dog

I dedicate this song to Charlie because he made such a big impression on me
Those months we spent together made me so happy.
I go down the produce aisle at the grocery store.  I see those cabbages and it makes sad
I’m glad for the time we spent together.  Sorry it had to end up so bad.

Charlie (Cabbage Song)

Lost Planet

Change Of Wind (2024) Anthology CD4 Track 03

Silent Heroes

Deck the Halls With Broken Promises

In the late 1940’s in the Fulham\Hammersmith area there used to be a club that would raise money for people with disabilities. The club itself would have various activities which a large number involved live music. The name itself was created by the local people who used the club as there main place of entertainment. When my mother in law told me all about it the club and its name I was sold. It seemed to suit me and my brother for so many reasons.

Loop After Loop - CRIPPLE CLUB

CrippleClub