CrippleClub

SOUND LOOPS IN THE WAITING ROOM

MEGA MIX   19.03.24

WE MOVE CROSSING A SUPERSONIC VOID

SAD RABBIT SPREADS MODERN THOUGHTS

Monday Playlist week of 3/25/2024

HEART OF SPRING FOR A THOUSAND KITTENS

M - Tek - 001 (m-tek)

NettaMoon

Shock the Algorithm

Hotels Humans | T-Bone Gregory | HOTELS

Such a great artist and singer/songwriter.  Real and down to earth
songs that are so relatable.  One of country's greatest.  I love Merle
Haggard and I love this tune.  My thanks to my friend, Lefty Mike,
for his vocals,harp,bass and helping with the recording.  Mike is a 
talented singer/songwriter with great songs on SC.  It would be
a treat to visit his SC page.

The Way I Am  (cover by Chuck Aaron and Left Mike)

Written by: Hoyt Axton, Kenneth Elvin JR. Higginbotham
Produced by: Josh McAlexander

Evangelina

The peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus) if you have not had the opportunity to see it in a falconry exhibition or similar, it is not that it is enormous. With its 50 cm high, one meter wide and around a kilo in weight, this bird of prey does not stand out excessively for its corpulence, especially if we compare it with eagle owls or eagles. However, this apparent smallness does not prevent it from being a true live air-to-air missile that goes into action the moment it hunts its prey.
The living missile called the Peregrine Falcon

The human being, despite having established himself as the king of nature, the truth is that, compared to the other 37.57 km/h that Usain Bolt achieved when he broke his world record for the 100 m dash with 9.58 seconds . And it is that, in a matter of speed, there is one that is capable of leaving any racing car at the level of bitumen with its 389 km/h: the peregrine falcon.
The peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus) if you have not had the opportunity to see it in a falconry exhibition or similar, it is not that it is enormous. With its 50 cm high, one meter wide and around a kilo in weight, this bird of prey does not stand out excessively for its corpulence, especially if we compare it with eagle owls or eagles. However, this apparent smallness does not prevent it from being a true live air-to-air missile that goes into action the moment it hunts its prey.
The living missile called the Peregrine Falcon
An air-to-air missile,and the great Dave lombardo Recording of his tours around the world giving live drum classes available on YouTube

Ducks, seagulls, pigeons, starlings, quails... but above all pigeons, are the candidates to be part of the peregrine falcon's daily lunch, which it hunts in a surprisingly lethal way thanks to its extreme speed, impossible for its birds to reach. dams. The hawk technique, which harnesses the acceleration rate of gravity, is surgical as well as deadly.
This small raptor, which feeds almost exclusively on birds, searches for its prey in mid-flight. The falcon, at cruising speed, is already capable of flying at around 100 km/h, which already makes it one of the fastest birds. However, when it detects prey with its large, penetrating eyes, the peregrine falcon folds its wings and launches itself into its free-falling prey.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkmDKswh1PA

ROCK METAL 2

THE MISSILE FALCON

THE MISSILE FALCON   (METALIZADO & DAVE LOMBARDO ) JAZZ  METAL free download, share my art

Based on the version/performance of good ol’ Riley Puckett

Moonlight, Shadow and You - Riley Puckett - Cover

Enjoy the BRAND NEW single from Shock the Algorithm, "RAMONA".
Taken from the forthcoming debut album (Slated to be released mid-2024).
Go grab it digitally via #bandcamp y'all>>> https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGvWZ_Gp7Ao&ab_channel=ShockTheAlgorithm

(p) & (c) 2023, All rights reserved.
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lyrics:
Ramona? is this what u really wanna?
Is this the life you have always dreamed of?
Listen your heart and go on!

Ramona? you gotta fight for what u really wanna
maybe you're the new madona
a mother, an actor in "Lavapies"

You don't need to get scared, don't be afraid you're almost there
these bright lights, the diamonds on your dress

Forget the past and make it last, we are getting old you gotta move fast
the whole universe is almost on your feet

Rock and Roll Kills

Ramona

Please visit the following link and listen to the latest collaborated version.
https://soundcloud.com/david-marconi-917184705/a-shade-of-blue-revisited-collaboration?si=f76ff153884b45738e4f2c6cbd97742d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Just me having a little fun playing the blues.
Guitar instrumental by David Marconi

Aroused from Slumber

A Shade of Blue - Legacy Demo Version

Art Expressed in Music – Vincent's Imagination
December 2023
Duration: 2:50
Listen to the Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Painting: The Starry Night (cropped)
Vincent Willem van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created approximately 2100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life.  Only one of his paintings was known by name to have been sold during his lifetime.  In the aftermath of the December 23rd, 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear, Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole lunatic asylum on May 8th, 1889.  During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, the prolific output of paintings he had begun in Arles continued.  During this period, he produced some of the best-known works of his career, including the “The Starry Night”.  Van Gogh had the subject of a blue night sky dotted with yellow stars in mind for many months before he painted the picture.  Some of the elements, such as the mountains in the distance and the existence of the village are true to the view van Gogh would have seen from his window; meanwhile, many other parts, such as the church, are imagined.  Van Gogh wrote to Theo: "It would be so simple and would account so much for the terrible things in life, which now amaze and wound us so, if life had yet another hemisphere, invisible it is true, but where one lands when one dies." "Hope is in the stars," he wrote, but he was quick to point out that "earth is a planet too, and consequently a star, or celestial orb." He stated flatly that “The Starry Night” was "not a return to the romantic or to religious ideas."  On July 27th, 1890, aged 37, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest.  The shooting may have taken place in the wheat field in which he had been painting, or in a local barn. 
For stings, piano, celeste, organ, bowed chamber bowls, tubular bells, virtual instruments, sound effects and percussion

Art Expressed in Music - Vincent's Imagination

Difficult for children to fall asleep the nights before Christmas....With the sampled voice of Ana, my granddaughter.....Merry Christmas to all

THE NIGHTS OF ADVENT.

Wandering In The Ash Grove

A walk in the forest. (mayan dream)

Mostly just me playing about, but there's a bit of Charlie Villiers' guitar in there too, notably giving the outro a little touch of class.

~Lyrics~
We were sitting in your back garden 
Clouds were drifting across the sky 
You turned to me and smiled
I think you had a tear in your eye
And then taking my hand you whispered,
“When I get this high,
I sometimes get the feeling I might be just about to die!”

Then with a shrug of your shoulders 
You told us about the butterflies
That there’s no way of them knowing
That their wings look like eyes
And if you consider the caterpillar
It’ll come as no surprise
Just how very little we all know about our lives

[Chorus]
Baby you kill me, all night long
Baby you’re killing it all night…

Later on that evening
the sun was streaming through the trees
You have to just surrender to life
At moments like these
We were kicking through the fallen leaves
In the pale winter sun
And though I tried to hide it, I always knew this day would come

I recall the very moment 
You didn’t even hesitate
It was written in the heavens
And written all over your face
But the storm is in the distance
The sky is a luminous pink
You can lead me like a horse to water…

[Chorus]
🎸 🤩

Baby You Kill Me

© Joe Liberty 2024. All rights reserved.

DownTheRabbitHole

To all the poor of spirit
The meek, the ones who mourn
Those who thirst for justice 
Unfettered by the scorn

Yours shall be the kingdom
The mercy and the win
Known too as the children
Of the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end

Ah rockem sockem, now it’s like this
If I may I be so bold
First world problems, sink or swim
Do the Rigamarole 

De facto mojo, just for love        
Well waddaya know about that
Oneness lies within plane sight
Do the Rigamarole 
Down the rabbit hole

Ah come on now

Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Solo

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

No it’s not rocket science
Just misunderstood 
Don’t wanna fret but can’t forget
Though I wish I could
Knock, knock, knock on wood

To the salt of the earth
That lights  up the world
From the dawn of time
Of the eternal Grind

Here comes the Welcome Wagon
With the rubber soul
The greatest story ever told
Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Ah come on now

Do the Rigamarole
Down the rabbit hole

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

DownTheRabbitHole

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

Lyrics:

You wonder, you doubt
if i still think you're the one
You keep asking me
if my feelings for you are real

Chorus:
I'm  hanging in , I'm hanging on
I'm hanging till, I'm hanging from
Not hanging less, i'm hanging more
Still hanging after you
That's for shure!

You call on me, i come
I do everything to keep you warm
You cry, i comfort you
Says anything that will make you smile

Chorus...

You fall, i pick you up
Even when you're angry and tell me to stop
You keep asking me
why i do all these things for you

Chorus...

I'm wiser, you're older
But my feelings for you have not grown colder
You are as great as you were before
And i just love you more and more...!

Chorus...

Hanging In  W/PJ Project

Our first Welsh language track🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿😎
Sosban Fach (Little Saucepan) is a Welsh folk song given a good rocking up by The Recursives
Neil - Vocals 
Al - Bass
Bri - Sax
Tez - Guitars and production
Ken - Drums (K2 and The Three)
Many thanks to Ken for adding the pounding drums :))))
https://on.soundcloud.com/VJQ1ztA9BNB5ig8Z8 (K2 and the Three)
uTube video of The Recursicves playing live
https://youtu.be/Jd4YW18BjEU?feature=shared

Sosban Fach - The Recursives with K2 and The Three

Brown Room (border) - Fleursonseaux
All rights reserved - © Copyright

Brown Room (border)

Album cover:  Fiverr - @nelsondesigns

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day (btw, I'm not religious, but I appreciate people who practice their faith):  
- Take a break from technology here and there;
- Have some hope in humanity;
- Do what you can to make it a better world; 
- Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Summer Sunday

(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

How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…
I woke up in the back yard
All I saw was the joker card
Missed the dance and the super bowls
Cruelty kindness or the growing toll
The wait got weighted down
Barely heard the sound
shoveled on the mound
The wait weighted down
The wait got weighted down
How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the Creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…

The Wait Got Weighted Down

A QUOI SERT-IL CET USTENSILE
EN QUOI NOUS EST-IL UTILE?

C’EST JUSTE UN DEAL
UN PEU DÉBILE
UNE ARNAQUE MERCANTILE

COMBIEN ÇA COÛTE ET QU’EST-CE QUE ÇA RAPPORTE
PRENDRE LA ROUTE CLAQUER LA PORTE  
COMBIEN

QUEL TEMPS FAIT-IL À NASHVILLE
ICI IL NOUS PLEUT DES TUILES 
ET DE MÉNILMUCHE À BELLEVILLE
DE NOS AMOURS QUE RESTE-T-IL

QUOIQU’IL EN COUTE ET QUOI QUE ÇA RAPPORTE
CLAQUER LA ROUTE PRENDRE LA PORTE
COMBIEN ?

JE PRENDS LA ROUTE JE CLAQUE LA PORTE
MARCHE AVANT TOUTES ET QUE LE DIABLE M’EMPORTE
AU LOIN
COMBIEN ?

OUAIS MOI JE FILE JE ME DÉFILE
SOUS UN CIEL INDÉLÉBILE

DE VILLE EN VILLE
SANS DOMICILE
DIRECTION BLUEBERRY HILL

COUTE QUE COUTE SE FOUTRE À LA PORTE
TAILLER LA ROUTE Y’A QUE ÇA QUI RAPPORTE
COMBIEN

LE TEMPS NOUS FILE ENTRE LES CILS
EN LARMES DE CROCODILE

A QUOI SERT-IL CET USTENSILE
EN QUOI PUIS-JE VOUS ÊTRE UTILE?

ET LOIN DES VILLES HORS DES CHEMINS
FINIR TRANQUILLE VIVRE SA FIN
ENFIN

USTENSILE (Lyrics)

Our utmost thanks to Doug Roossien for allowing us to fly free on this beautiful song he wrote, and allowing us to change some of the lyrics and nuances to fit in with our style..  We'd also like to give our profound thanks to Joel Harkin for his amazing Pedal Steel contribution. He's a terrific artist, and well worth approaching for help when your song needs that perfect touch. 

Both artist pages can be found here:  
Joel Harkin: https://www.facebook.com/JoelHarkin
https://joelharkin.bandcamp.com/album/never-happy-2

Doug Roosien: https://soundcloud.com/doug-roossien

Copyright 2024 Daniels/Durgy/Roossien
Gentle Rain Records
Written by: D Roossien, Daniels & Durgy
Pedal Steel: Joel Harkin
Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics: 

Silent…tears are falling  
Raining teardrops… that call your name  
Darlin’… you stopped listening  
And I can’t reach you… or see you again  
And as the teardrops start to fall,  
Each one a hammer on the floor 
I hope that someday you will hear 
 A single silent tear

Days turn nights.. So all alone  
What kind of fool would turn and go?  
And I keep staring at the phone  
(Darling I'm sitting here at home...)
Wishing you’d call and say hello  
(Oh babe I miss you so..)
But as the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor  
I hope that someday you will hear  
A single… silent tear

Oh Maybe you’ll forgive me  
Somehow not forget me…  Baby please…
(Can you forgive me too.. Oh baby)
And Oh Maybe you’ll remember
The way we felt together 
And come back to me..
… come back to me.. 
(come back to me...)

Oh Silent…tears are falling  
Wishing you and I could start again  
But Baby… time has taken over    
(My sweet baby)(My sweet Angel)
And I know we’ll never be the same 
(Baby please don't say it's so..)
 'Cause As the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor 
 I hope that someday you will hear  
A single silent tear 
Oh I hope that someday you will hear  …
A single… silent tear 

Baby please.. can you hear each tear call your name..
(Baby please... oh baby i can hear each tear)
Baby please.. This is the one day I will hear..
A single silent tear..

Single Silent Tear

First song I am posting in 2024!

This is what I wrote in 2013 when I first thought about posting Nothing But (The Sound) but decided to take it down from the cloud short after. 

"Nothing But (The Sound)" is Plastic Inevitable's first song since 2011! Plastic Inevitable is Marty Procaccio, AKA Blankets, working the sound and Sneekie San Salvador tweaking the sound. The recording for this song began in 2011 in the bedroom recording studio of Marty in Santa Clara California using GarageBand and a whole bunch of pedals. The song was completed in 2013 with vocals recorded in Sneekie San Salvador's mobile Toyota recording unit.

Now it is 11 years later...

I am amazed that I found the vocal stems. I had to look though an old hard drive to find them. I did not feel like digging through more old hard drives for the original track stems. Big thanks to Russell for taking the time to mix the vocals and master the track. I told Russell, when I mixed the original instrumental I was listening to a lot of shitgaze bands at the time. 

May you find many gems when you dig into your past. 

Track Credits:
Blankets: Bass, guitars, and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/allergeist
Couch King: Original instrumental track mix, production, samples, lyrics, and vocals
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Vocal mix and final master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
https://soundcloud.com/the-exe-stencilists
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics: 

Chorus:
Sitting in my car
Windows rolled down
Feet out the window
Nothing but the sound
Of my favorite song

Capture me a distraction
And season it with your bliss
To steal my dissatisfaction 
And feed my mind but a moment
Of happiness 

Chorus

Capture me a distraction
And season it with your bliss
To steal my dissatisfaction 
And feed my mind but a moment

Chorus  

In this moment
There is an infinite 
Amount of things
Happening
In this moment
I have loved you
Infinitely 
Again and again
In this moment 
I am yours
Forever with me
My forever friend
In this moment 
I sing with you
Every song 
That was ever made

Nothing But (The Sound)

Blankets and the Couch King with Russ Sinfield - Nothing But (The Sound)

An Unfilled Void

Who crosses whose line? 
Track inspired by 'Axis Crossline'...an old piece reflecting on an incursion of two 'out of town' poisoners in Salisbury a few years ago. 
A line was crossed....but it carries on....

 https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/axis-crossline?in=windscaleblues/sets/axis&si=30a0967228ff44c0831e40632caa9cd7&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Pic from denofopulence c/o Pinterest.

Crossing Lines

Collaboration

Check out Ramixjoe ♈︎ music
https://soundcloud.com/josef-schweinzer

Move Yourself

Move Yourself -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

Modern Times

Verse 1

Am I playing the wrong game —-  where losing’s a crime
Time’s just not the same—-and there’s no one here to blame
In these modern times——where machines reigns supreme 
breaking all the chains——-to fulfill my dreams
————And that’s a solid —because—- yeah—— I’m back————-
Metaphors and rhymes——-my weapons on this track
Modulating -from the underground ——one culture one voice
And we’re —-wired in like teeth—-like we—-ever—-had a choice

Chorus

Modern times---- a difficult maze
Where screens captivate —— the Information Age
And—-We're all connected——yet we’re—also——-alone
Lost in a sea of pixels----hearts ———-—cold as stone
Modern times————Modern times ——-Modern times

Verse 2

Smartphones--at our side—-our constant companions
That double-edged sword—-has become ——-part of the norm
buzzing Notifications——like a relentless swarm
Distracting —us ——-from moments —-another task ——to perform 
Just another monster ———taking physical form

**Chorus**

Bridge

Artificial intelligence--- a marvel and a threat
Replacing human minds--- leaving us —-deep in debt
Algorithms —-determine our fate—without regret—-
Like marionettes ———or puppets on a strings
Manipulating our thoughts——damn—we are feeding these things

Verse 3

Social media——-a stage ——for the soul to bare
Beneath the surface——lies ——and deceptions —-are clear
We curate our lives——-like a perfect facade
our true selves———pushed aside ——in total disregard 

**Chorus**

Outro

In this digital age---we must find our way
Embracing the power——with a huge price to pay
There’s a balance for the screens —-in real life
With the key to our future——a new vision insight

Modern Times

SuperSpreader feat. SilverBella
Vocals and Lyrics:
SilverBella
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22326/superspreader-96bpm-soul-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/silverbellasings
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

SuperSpreader feat SilverBella

New MV release, by CULT BURY RIOT・太陽の王国(spade13)
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE8iFFV7ziU

弧状の聾唖  MV by YouTube

LYRICS
I remember growing up and playing out in the yard
Skipping ropes and lollypops
Before our life became too hard
In our teens there were no toys
I went with girls and you went with boys
But then you moved away and we lost touch
And you enjoyed life far too much

And I can't help you now
You're too far gone
You took too much
You can't get back to where you were
And I can't help you now, I can't help you

I gotta letter in the mail
It said please help I'm in some jail
Got busted and there's no way out
But I will die if you don't help
I went to see what I could do
Paid your bail and got you out
Next I know you're turning tricks
To make some money for your next fix

And I can't help you now
You're too far gone
You took too much
You can't get back to where you were
And I can't help you now, I can't help you

Instrumental

And I can't help you now
You're too far gone
You took too much
Now the fun has gone
You can't get back to where you were
And I can't help you now, I can't help you

I gotta letter in the mail
It said please help me I'm in some jail
Got busted and there's no way out
But I will die if you don't help
I went to see what I could do
Paid your bail and got you free
Next I know you're turning tricks
To get some money for your next fix

And I can't help you now
You're too far gone
You took too much
You can't get back to where you were
And I can't help you now, I can't help you

Outro

I Can't Help You Now

Thousand & One Nights

Thousand&OneNights

Here's my new piece « Eurythmia » My new piece for flute, piano & electronic- Opus 70 - (Time ≈ 3') dedicated to my wife Yasmine for her Birthday.
I began writing on Saturday, March 23, 2024 then it was completed on Sunday, March 31, 2024
My performance on Tuesday, April 4, 2024 at the Abbey of HauteCombe in Savoy France
Franck Douvin © 2024 Contemporary Chamber Music
Thanks for listening & sharing 
I hope you'll enjoy !

« Eurythmia » My new piece for flute, piano & electronic (Time ≈ 3')

In the deep embrace of spring, we find ourselves surrounded by a symphony of sounds that transcend time and space. As nature awakens from its slumber, so too do our spirits rise with the promise of renewal and growth. In this season of blossoming beauty, nature invites us to marvel at the harmony of creation, where the melodies of birdsong blend seamlessly with the rhythm of rustling leaves.

But the blessings of spring extend far beyond the natural world. With the advancement of technology, we are gifted with endless opportunities to connect, create, and express ourselves in new and exciting ways. Through the power of music, technology, and dance, we can tap into the collective heartbeat of humanity, uniting our souls in a joyous celebration of life.

The fusion of ancient wisdom and modern innovation allows the rhythms of spring to guide us on a journey of self-discovery and transformation. Each beat, each chord, and each movement, is a reminder to find solace, inspiration, and a deeper connection to the world around us. As we dance to the rhythm of life's song, we become filled with gratitude for the blessings of nature, music, technology, and dance, illuminating our path with light and love.

All tracks purchased from www.beatport.com, www.bandcamp.com, or provided directly by the artist or label.

Mixing decks used to perform this set: Pioneer XDJ-XZ.
https://www.pioneerdj.com/en-us/product/all-in-one-system/xdj-xz/black/overview/

Cover art by Al Mesran.
https://www.freepik.com/author/almesran57

Setlist:
1. Oxyflux - Metanoia (Timecode/Sangoma)
2. Radikal Moodz, Jimi Green - Jeez Louise (Looney Moon Records)
3. Gigi & Barket - Funk Prisma (Patronus Records)
4. Armienz - Question Of Your Reality (Soundblasting Records)
5. Offlabel - Music Is (Blacklite Records)
6. Illumination, Ninesense - Regenerator (Reversible Records)
7. Slide - Donkey Swing (Forestdelic Records)
8. Bandicoot (ARG), Dribble - Ugga Bugga (PsynOpticz Records)
9. Synkronic - Break & Beat (Hunab Ku Records)
10. Dickster - Candy Flip (Bom Shanka Records)
11. Karell - Space in Trap (Patronus Records)
12. Jimi Green - Electric Boogaloo (Looney Moon Records) 
13. Daksinamurti, UkaUka - India (Sacred Technology)
14. Act One - Hygge (Bom Shanka Records)
15. Fungus Funk, Endeavour - It’s Not Real (Timecode/Sangoma)
16. Whiteloop - Gravity Keys (Patronus Records)
17. Huracan, Zorggi - Run (Blacklite Records)
18. Billuminati - Rock’N’Roll (World People Productions)
19. Mavzy, ZIGOOR - Tequila Shamans (PsynOpticz Records)
20. Rugrats - Classic Diversion (Looney Moon Records) 
21. Nukleall, Alter Vu - Electromagnetic Spectrum (Blacklite Records)
22. Mental Projection, Warp Drive - Cry Me a River (PsynOpticz Records)
23. Hypnospores, ZIGOOR - 6903 (Soundblasting Records)
24. Symbionts - Wrong Dose Bro (World People Productions)
25. Inpsyde Out - Into The Wild  (Digital Shamans Records)
26. Dezzert - Dopamine Blast (World People Productions) 
27. Radikal Moodz, Creepy Deep - Thousand Dragons (Resina Records)

Spirit of Spring 2024 | 148-150 BPM

Photo/Art: Scout 
After nearly losing one of my new kittens, Scout, to the deadly parasite Toxoplasma gondii (Toxoplasmosis), which caused some horrifying neurological symptoms, including body twitches, I decided to express my feelings about the experience in song using my new DAW. The song is upbeat because she recovered, and is now parasite free! 
Please feel free to download and add to it, if you are inspired.  
Kitty vocals by Pixabay
 :) Nadia

Toxoplasmosis (Instrumental) by Nadia Selvaggi

Flames of the Heart

Listen on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/track/1IOU0o2rH0UWCWm6bpJAhp?si=e3f35d144da448d4
Watch the video on Youtube:
https://youtu.be/HdHiwXKulRU

First Love

Rabblemouse

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

Illustration by Michael Tompsett

Behind the mix video:  
https://youtu.be/B8sz6TwQfh0?si=_vU1R8YKlnKTCMNm

My niece Sam has always been a wholly free and singular spirit, something which enables her to fully embrace life and live it exactly how she pleases.  For his proposal of marriage, her partner Tom arranged for a busker to play ‘Here Comes The Sun’ (her favourite song) as they walked along the beach one bright Sunday morning.  They decided to tie the knot on the Isle Of Wight, a small island set off the coast of Southern England and known by locals as ‘The Jewel Of The South’.  For various reasons, none of the band are able to travel to the ceremony, which is taking place today, on the 27th. August 2024 so, as means of both apology and compensation, I decided to write a song to commemorate the joining together of two profoundly unique people.  We hope our gift will always help remind them of this very special day on their Island of Dreams.

Most of my songs are connected to events from both past and present and as I searched for the catalyst that would light my path to a song for Sam and Tom, my mind alighted on something that happened at my 60th. birthday party.  

In the traditional Reeves’ fashion, live music was an essential part of the celebrations.  
To get things going, Gal and myself played a few Cripple Club songs, my brother Bri’s kids Joby and Blue did a couple of theirs until we eventually reached a point where it seemed there were more people on stage than in the audience.  For those in the latter category, I left various percussion instruments laying around so that even they could join in if they so wished.  Sam chose an old  tambourine, which sadly fell apart in her hands as she was playing.  She felt so guilty that she brought along her older sister Elizabeth for support when breaking the news to me, thinking I might not react too well.  But I just smiled and told her that these things happen.  Over the subsequent years it became something of a running joke between us and was referenced every time we met at birthday celebrations.

Consequently, it was uppermost in my mind when I was writing the song and is even  referred to in the lyrics, so it struck me as a good idea to buy her, from the band, a wedding present of a lovely new tambourine as a way of keeping the memory of that lovely evening alive.  I can’t wait to see her playing it….  

I am most indebted to both Hans & Gary for their input into the song it has become.  Most importantly, though, we all hope that Sam and Tom enjoy hearing it.  Our distanced garage band wish them a lifetime of happiness, music and fun.  (Terry Reeves) 

Sam and Tom on a journey, channel to cross
Ceremony of joining, no history being lost
No forgotten treasures of a family and past
Dancing for enjoyment, recognition to last

Chorus:
A theatre of emotions 
Performance of dreams
Forward excitement 
Happiness it brings (Happiness it brings)

The asking of questions, the answer I do
Legal bonding connection of one into two
Marriage much more than a paper to sign
Promise to each other, feelings underlined

Chorus

Partnership giving a respect and affection
Supporting each other, every life direction
Jewel of the South, East Afton Farmhouse shines
Confirmation of your love, together combines

Chorus

Best wishes from the band, club of enjoyment 
Thinking of you both, this very special moment 
Synchronicity of music, on new tambourine 
Lifetime share forever, supporting the theme 

Chorus

This tiny island, brings the largest of dreams
Combined love and kindness always to be seen
Celebrate marriage, squeezing close real tight 
Commitment forever, on this tiny island delight

ISLAND OF DREAMS - CRIPPLE CLUB

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

Reaching the age of 60 can signal a difficult time in one’s future life but may also, if you so choose, be a time when there is much to which you can look forward. My wife Jo was 60 earlier this year and wasn’t wholly enamoured with the idea so, as a family, we decided to make it extra special for her. If anyone deserves to be spoilt rotten it is she, having had to put up with me for 37 years along with being the most wonderful Mother to 3 fantastic children. Our family means the world to her, especially since we were blessed with 2 beautiful grandchildren and what she loves most of all is having them gathered around her. Over the years, we have followed the Reeves’ tradition of making Christmas a time to push out the boat in right royal fashion and as soon as December begins our house is festooned with lights and decorations, creating a party atmosphere that stretches right into the early days of the New Year.
In the lyrics, you’ll find many references to moments that always bring a certain Yuletide brand of merriment. For example, our Golden Retriever, ‘Prince’ Marvin The Magnificent’, makes it his exclusive responsibility to collect Jo’s slippers as soon as her back is turned. Try as you might, he won’t let you have them back until He decides the time is right (see cover pic). For myself, I take on the combined mantle of Court Jester - without fail, the same jokes every year folks - and Dextrous Magician (hence ’Abracadabra!’). I have recently discovered a new audience for these sleights of hand (of which they never seem to tire) in the shape of said Grandchildren, Richard and Theo.
We eat and drink our fill, we laugh and we sing, for even in a world as mad as this there is always room for a month of unbridled fun, so you’ll certainly get no apology from me! If you can imagine such a thing, this year we have decided to crank things up a little to make it extra memorable for Jo, starting with this special song to celebrate all of the Christmas days she has known. She doesn’t know about it yet so let’s hope it’s the catalyst for her best one ever. For me, I’m sure they must all have been memorable, merely because Jo has been there to see them.
Sincere thanks to all our loyal, generous listeners. Hope you all have a Peaceful, Relaxing and above all Happy Christmas & New Year!
ABRACADABRA! SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS!
(Terry Reeves)

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Sixty four to a twenty four phase
Family singing classic hit songs
Melodic vibes, help Jo party long
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Repeat the Father Christmas craze
Dressed in red with individual style
A gift for Dear Jo and a family smile
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Experience a life of generations
Family growing with imagination
Sixty Christmas Celebrations
Giving all our love for inspiration

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Making sure the groundhog behaves
Repeating good times, fun we have
I think we’ve heard that joke before, Dad
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Deja Vu theatre of Panto plays
Shouting out loud “it’s behind you”
Prince Marvin knows, Jo fits the shoe
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Entertainment in grandad’s matinees
Abracadabra, another magical spell
Rich and Theo know but never tell
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS
ABRACADABRA! ABRACADABRA! ABRACADABRA!
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS - CRIPPLE CLUB

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

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Once I wrote a longer description here: a love song in 7/4 ¿or 14/8?

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti) /  Silvia II (What I feel for you)

Es de difícil clasificación  /  It is difficult to be classified
dentro de las variedades del amor  /  among all varieties of love
lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  what I feel for you, what I feel …

Sólo sé que no puedo vivir sin ti,  /  I only know I can’t live without you,
no puedo ver sentido a mi vida si no estás aquí.  /  I can’t find sense to my life if you are not here.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando todo va bien  /  When everything goes fine
lo que me une a ti es tu forma de ser,  /  what joins me to you is your way of being,
es muy fácil ver  /  it is very easy to see
todos tus encantos de mujer.  /  all your woman's charms.

Una idea que no puedo soportar  /  An idea that I cannot bear
es verte en brazos de otro, en otro lugar.  /  is seeing you in other one’s arms, in another place.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

No puedo imaginar  /  I cannot imagine
tu voz susurrando a otro compás.  /  your voice whispering to another compass.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
puedo contemplar tus defectos con claridad.  /  I can behold  your faults with clarity.
Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
sólo quiero escapar a otro lugar.  /  only I want to escape to another place.

Grab it !!

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti)

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

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Kinda’ Love - Original ©
Riff Beach - RiffWerx 2016

He asked if she would..... 
Pour her heart into his empty cup
Filled with her very best intentions 
There was no need to stir it up

He promised to sip slowly 
Only paused a bit to think
Well....You know what, Sweetheart ?
That makes for one fine Drink

Chorus
Please pour me another cup ?
…….and don’t leave one thing out
Honey, what’s a man to do?
There’s no reason to doubt 
When you Fill Me Full of You
When you Fill Me Full of You
When you Fill Me Full of You

She said, “Let’s drink to the good times
Let’s toast the warm and setting sun
Today sure seemed a dream
Hope tomorrow brings another one”

Bridge
They hugged as they walked  
Looking eye to eye
Framed like shooting stars  
Against the dark blue sky

Clouds faded one by one
As they bathed in golden moon
Sadness tasted somewhat of fun
Never stayed nor left too soon
(Back to Chorus, Verse, Chorus and Out)


This is the last one of 44 songs I wrote with my mom’s Spanish guitar in my university years, songs I’ve been arranging and posting to SC for the last 6 years (I’ve skipped 4 of them which will become a conceptual album soon).

I’m so glad to have https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson’s help on polishing the English texts and lending her vocal and painting arts to such an important song for me.

Also must credit https://soundcloud.com/user-498459842 for kindly and freely mastering the track.
 
CANCIÓN TRISTE CUANDO ESTOY SOLO (SAD SONG WHEN I’M ALONE)

Canción triste cuando estoy solo, para que sepas que yo nunca me iré.
Canción triste por todo lo que amo, último recuerdo de lo que pudo ser.

Sad song when I'm alone, so that you know I will never be gone.
Sad songs for all I love, are the last reminders of my ancient glow.

Do you think that someone somewhere else would ever care that I was here?
Do you think a future living man will give a damn for you and me?
Who could he be?

¿Piensas que a alguien a quien no conocí le importará si estuve aquí,
o no estuve yo?
¿Piensas que alguien que viva después se acordará de ti o de mí?
¿Quién podrá ser?

Canción triste…

¿Piensas que una nueva vida de amor nos bastará para creer,
para sentir?
¿Acaso te importa lo que piense la gente de mis intereses para morir por mí,
para morir por mí?

Do you think another life of love will be enough for us to see,
for us to feel?
Do you care what people really think about my pride, and will you die,
will you die with me?

Sad song…

ER44FI11 1997-2018

Canción triste cuando estoy solo (ft. Janine Levinson)

This started with one of Tom's Open Collabs
Guitar by Tom Adams
Lyrics by Tony's Lyrics
Vocal and Mix by Riff Beach

WELL, I WAS WALKIN' OUT THE DOOR…
JUST WHAT DID I FEEL?
YOU KNOW I FELT THE RAIN
IT WAS POURIN' DOWN ON ME
JUST POURIN' DOWN ON ME… OH, YEAH!  
THEN I JUMPED IN MY CAR…..
WELL, I TURNED ON THE KEY
OF COURSE THE CAR WOULDN'T START
HOW COULD THIS BE
…..HAPPENIN’ TO ME?
JUMPED THE CAR OFF
…….AS I WAS DRIVIN' DOWN THE ROAD
I HEARD A BUMPIN' SOUND
A TIRE BLEW OUT 
WELL, I STOPPED THE CAR
AND I OPENED THE TRUNK
OF COURSE THE SPARE WAS FLAT……IMAGINE THAT?
…..WE WERE RUNNING FLAT
I REACHED FOR MY CELL
TO CALL OUT FOR HELP 
OF COURSE THE PHONE WAS DEAD
WITHOUT A CHARGER IN SIGHT 
FLAGGED A CAR DOWN
JUST TO ASK FOR HELP
BLEW HIS HORN
AS THEY DROVE ON BY
(CHORUS )
WELL, I WAS HAVIN'
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
WHEN NOTHIN'S RIGHT
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
NO HELP IN SIGHT
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
OH YEAH, ONE OF THOSE DAYS
(BRIDGE AND OUT)
HAVE YOU EVER HAD 
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
PRAY YOU NEVER HAVE
(OH…. BRING IT ON HOME, TOM!!!)
(CHORUS)

2019 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

One Of Those Days - Collab - (Tom Adams - Guitar) (Tony Harris - Lyrics)- (Riff Beach - Vocal/Mix)

I start this new album with better sound by means of one of my more beloved and evolved songs ever, a structured piece with progressing parts.

LETRA   /   TRANSLATED LYRICS:

BIEN, MAL (LLUVIA VIEJA)    /   WELL, BADLY (OLD RAIN)

Sí, no, ¿por qué no?   /   Yes, no, why not? 
estoy pensando que esto no es lo mejor.   /   I am thinkinkg this is not the best.
Bien, mal, ¿tú qué tal?   /   Well, badly, what about you?
de repente me he puesto a pensar.   /   Suddenly I have started to think.

El tiempo esparcido entre mis amigos   /   Time scattered among my friends
 es el más valioso cuando estoy contigo.   /   is the most valuable one when I am with you
Los ratos vividos estando contigo   /   Moments lived being with you
 son reconfortantes cuando estoy perdido.   /   are comforting when I feel lost. 
Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos,   /   I must search for them among my friends
tengo que encontrarlos, pero ya se han ido todos.   /   I must find them, but they are all gone already.

Fumando   /   Smoking 
tras los cristales   /   behind the windows
mojados de lluvia vieja.   /   wet with old rain
Recuerdos   /   Memories
 que me llevan flotando   /   carry me floating
 a estar con ella.   /   to be with her

Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos.   /   I must search for them among my friends

Tú, yo, ¿qué sé yo?   /   You, me, what do I know?
está lloviendo pero tengo calor.   /   It is raining but I feel hot
Qué, quién, ¡mírame!   /   What, who, look at me !
soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.   /   I am still who you started do love

Soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.  /   I am still who you started do love

ER13PB01 ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Prickle prick cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Bien, mal (Lluvia vieja)

Track shows a very delicate theme and a quite hard-riffed part, both alternating and finally flowing up to an endless symphonic dream (words are half a poem I wrote previously (not these, but lyrics below)).

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)  /  Don’t you wake up (Only a dream)

No... despierta... no... no despiertes  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up
no, cuidado... no despiertes, na na na na na...  /  no, take care ... don’t you wake up, na na na na na…
... despierta al fin y date cuenta  /  ... wake up at last and realize
de que todo ha sido un sueño, na na na na na...  /  everything has been a dream, na na na na na...

Una vez más, nervios y resentimiento,  /  Once again, nerves and resentment,
todo en mi vida es sueño, sólo ha sido eso.  /  everything in my life is a dream, it has only been so.

Y de nuevo, con el tiempo,  /  And again, with time,
incubando un nuevo sueño,  /  incubating a new dream,
me voy hundiendo en mis propios brazos,  /  I am sinking in my own arms,
me acuno, me canto y me voy acostumbrando...  /  cradle myself, sing to myself and get used...

Otro escenario, otros personajes,  /  Another stage, other characters,
la misma historia, na na na na na...  /  the same story, na na na na na...
que durará un día, un milenio,  /  which will last one day, a millenium,
toda mi vida, na na na na na...  /  all my life, na na na na na...

Pero sin duda vendrán a despertarme  /  But undoubtedly the laughs of people
las risas de la gente, alguna tarde.  /  will come to wake me up, any evening.

Y entonces, con miedo...  /  And then, fearfully...

No... despierta… no… no despiertes (…)  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up (…)

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)

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.