CrippleClub

PERRY IS BACK TO PEACE FOR A DAY

Mixed for Lillithe 26.08.23

Some of my Soundcloud Favourites #164

Monday Playlist week of 9/18/2023

Copy of Ngatu Jore Pamue4

Copy of Ngatu Jore Pamue1

Copy of Ngatu Jore Pamue5

Copy of Ngatujore Pamue9

Ngatu Jore Pamue1

Ngatu Jore Pamue4

Ngatu Jore Pamue5

Ngatujore Pamue9

Vehungira KARUPA 2013

Decided to revise the original lyrics a bit after Merle Haggard died.

Wish I Could Go Back In Time - (Raw Original by Tony Harris)

PSYCHALOVIC SONIC ENERGETIC INDIE ROCK - MEETS CLASSIC

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With: Andreas Jäpel (vocals)

Words And Music By René Methner, Recorded and Produced by Para Lia, Mix By Para Lia With Thommy Hein, Mastered By Thommy Hein In The Thommy Hein Tonstudios Berlin.
Cover Artwork By: Georgia Moschogianni @tzo-moschogianni
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'IN CLASH WITH THE ZEITGEIST' - The New Album - 25.08.2023
PSYCHALOVIC SONIC SONGS FOR LOVERS AND SURVIVORS
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good evening mr. perry, i hear you sing the blues
you are a bit down today, but don't forget
we always have been fools
like david versus goliath, we are limited but cool
we’re just an indie rock band
always on the loose
no record contract and no budget,
no plastic music to get fooled
killed by the radio drabness,
we were reborn in our multicolored shoes
our currency is passion, our brand is a distorted chord
we are not dealing with the mainstream
being authentic - this is what we are
don't let you down
and get off the ground
life is an opera
behind the curtain we all are stars
good evening mr perry, we understand the rules
we‘re just a niche product between all the glossy brochures
of the music industry
we won’t change our attitude
we’re just an indie rock band
always on the loose

Mr Perry

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander
Guitar: Davy Vance https://soundcloud.com/skub1955 

TURN TO BURN

It’s getting better 
Getting better all the time
I’ll bide my time
I’m stepping back, it’s not a crime

It’s getting better
Getting better all the time
It’s way too heavy
And when I get my way, their gonna have to pay

When we get there 
I’ll trip and hop
I’ll step and dance
Do the jig
I’ll be singing la la la la la
La la la la la
And when we get there
I’ll trip and hop
I’ll step and dance
I’ll be singing

It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn in the spotlight
My turn to shine bright
Time to get what I want
Time to get what I need
It’s my turn
Time to leave things behind
My turn to burn
My turn to burn

When I get there
I’ll scream and shout
I’ll be bursting
Lose myself
I’ll be singing la la la la la
La la la la la
And when we get there
All of us
Both you and me
We’ll all be singing

It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn in the spotlight
My turn to shine bright
Time to get what I want
Time to get what I need
It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn to burn
My turn to burn
It’s my turn

Turn To Burn

Turn To Burn | Davy Vance 🎸

RANDOM SIGHTINGS Open Collaboration from IPG1
Verses: Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/random-sightings-vocals-92-bpm
Music, Production and Arrangement: Lillithe
Verses:
Here we go with these lyrics ——chill out feel the hype 
this is what I’m thinking while I’m spitting— flames from the mic
It’s long overdue ———so hang tight ——-it’s alright
Some new sound bytes coming through——at the speed of light
38 degrees Celsius ——- converted to Fahrenheit 
That 100 degrees of heat——but don’t swear it —-it’s alright
Explosive on contact——like——a falling meteorite
could be wrong ——could be right ——but—— I bet you’ll see Tha light (delight)
🎵No limits no hangups ———no safety nets 
think it—- plan and do it ——with no regrets 
not the last brushstroke —-cause the paint still wet 
creating something out of nothing —-is the art outlet🎵
If I gotta do it all ——-then I’m gonna do it my way
I can’t answer every call—— but I bet someone will pay 
seems like just another wall—- can’t say that’s OK 
Wreck em all big and small —-black and white is just all gray 
if I gotta take the fall—— gonna keep it real all day 
so don’t try to break my balls —-and that’s needless to say
got the mic step on—-combination weapon 
let the legend get on—-data mining brainstorm
anytime I come on—-dropping gems is the norm
feel the vibe transform—-born to win —move on
———if I do it —-I’ve gotta do it my way
—-throwing—down as always——- it’s my mainstay
murdering tracks —with each word——that—— I —-say—-
dividends adding up——————————-for a big payday
maniac— —-————-floating —flowing—like a manta-ray 
—-and if———they love it ———-I guess that—I’ll stay
for a while—putting styles—-on display—-
not stressing rhymes ——cause the——-rhythm’s —hitting———all day

Random Sightings - IPG1 & Lillithe

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 06/2023.
Composed, arranged, performed, produced and Jacket by:
Pierre Bordetti

This photo I took recently inspired me a lot for this new Bluesy title.

Lyrics song "Iron Bird" 

I remain frozen, as an iron bird,

my mind is elsewhere, decline this world,

I will no longer take my flight,

in the blue of the sky,

Even in steel, my heart still beats,

maybe it's a feat,

Oh baby, you made me an iron bird,
you took my soul and clipped my wings,

neither the rain nor the cold, I would feel,
You changed me, I'm only steel,

Iron Bird

Daybreak

Lourry Legarde painting 

The main theme of the song is the seek of peace. So it gives some room to soft vocals choirs . But he second part of the song might surprise you .

Trouver La Paix (Finding peace)

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

Having been born in the 1950s and then being a child and teenager of the potentially optimistic 1960s it has been monumentally depressing to see the outbreak of hostilities in Europe. The fall of the Berlin Wall and ensuing disintegration of the Soviet Union certainly gave rise to the now mistaken assumption that the Cold War really was coming to an end.  Perhaps we didn’t focus as closely as we should on the bigger picture... 

It probably hasn’t escaped your attention that to a large extent, the world would appear to be on something of a downward curve. The rich get richer, the poor and powerless are simply ground into the dust, merely collateral damage to an insatiable hunger for power.  I could write an extensive list of exactly where this is happening alongside those I believe to be responsible and do not for a moment doubt that you, dear reader, could do the same.  But why say what others have more eloquently said already?  Only a complete and utter fool would even try. 

Not so long ago, I was playing a few of my favourite Beatles’ tunes and as these things have a habit of doing, a melody somehow manifested itself out of nowhere.  Before long, I found myself singing the words "Not Back in the USSR", which seemed to fit rather nicely.  Until that point, I'd had no intention of writing a song about the war in Ukraine at all.  Nonetheless, that is precisely what I did. 

Of course, I blame Hans & Gal for taking my inoffensive little protest song and turning it into the Heavy Rock anthem presented to you here. Honest guv’nor, it's nothing to do with me.  
With love to you all, 
Terry Reeves

A dictator from the Soviet Union 
Head way back in the USSR
Groomed by Kremlin to be cold
Can’t believe how unlucky you are

War a crime, without a question 
Killing people never has a right
Prefer dictatorship to democracy 
A single thought, one single swipe 

Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday?
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are…..boy

No battle will ever stop a tyrant
Increasing lies to a single mind
One way to remove a madman 
Persuade blind not to follow the blind

Thousands of missiles kill the living 
Destruction of a joined up past 
No corridor exit to help survival 
Reduce Ukrainians so very fast

Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday? 
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are……..girl

Kremlin closing every single door
No friendships for one hundred years or more

No winning a war of destruction 
Your isolation will eventually find
History remembers unlawful killers
A true reflection of dictator's mind

Destroying chance to understand 
Killing life with no second thought
The Kremlin must face investigation 
A vast creation of lies to all, in short
 
Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday? 
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are
Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are...

NOT BACK IN THE USSR - CRPPLE CLUB

Afternoon Slumber

This is a very enjoyable collaboration with south african singer songwriter Mike Hill, I hope you all will enjoy this.

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals, lyrics and acoustic guitar
@nobsmeyer: electric guitar, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

Starting Again

Apple Music

Starting Again - feat. Mike Hill

Rushes

This track represents the feeling of someone who knows that his time on earth is done.

Last Goodbye

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Bloom
https://www.youtube.com/@bloomprod/videos

Vocals and Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics: 

Out of bounds
and the specter came to me
Came to me
came to me
with a blackened rose
I didn't know what to do about it
I brought it with me to every show

It never ended
Just bloomed to Vanta
Took the life right outta me
I can't let go

Sailing through my timeline on a festering sea
My radar is wrecked, Is this even still me?

I'm just a clown and I'm holding a black rose
Petals grip tightly on this stem that I chose
But the seasons that surround me are just wilting away
If this rose keeps here
My being won't stay

Got a call from the specter today
Said he's delivering a fresh bouquet 
A little bit nosy and you can meet your decay
The stench of the devil and his charming sway

So go on now
Take a saw to my hand
And crush the damn thing when it hits the ground!
This rose is black
And soaked in red
Is this what it takes to get somewhere else instead?

I'm just a clown and I'm holding a black rose
Petals grip tightly on this stem that I chose
But the seasons that surround me are just wilting away
If this rose keeps here
My being won't stay

Bloom x The Mysterious Decibel - Gripping The Black Rose (FREE DOWNLOAD)

My own Folked-Up version of this Beatle's Classic featuring the Sonic Strummed Rumble of a Breedlove Nylon Acoustic-Electric and a Vocal track.

Sunny Beaches

Let It Be - Version

Let It Be - Unplugged AcoustaTronic

It’s difficult for people to escape doubt. No matter how good things may seem at any point in our lives, there are always moments of concern, of counter-thought and worry that lurk in the shadows of our imagination. Few things are without blemish and most of us can be unforgiving in the presence of imperfection. Thus, the shadows and the darkness that seeks to stifle the light.

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2023
Gentle Rain Records 
Available to Buy: danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/
Written Performed & Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Nat Daniels: vocals, piano, organ, bass & percussion
Craig Durgy: vocals and guitar

Lyrics:
Shadows of Doubt by Daniels & Durgy

Love can come, through the wind and rain
But too much sun, burns it all away
What I thought was fun,
What I thought would stay
Is up and gone like a Christmas Day

You appeared and your lips were true
Through the fear, I was lost in you
It was all so clear, but the moments flew
Then it slipped away with the slightest clue

But I still want you, but do I dream
Is my judgment, too extreme
Am I searching for an excuse
Could I ever, really cut you loose

As love grows, time reveals
Everything it knows, coming off its wheels
Dealing blows, does it blow the deal
Does it show what my heart should feel

Just a couple words, did I read ‘em wrong
Cause the way I heard, hit me pretty strong
The doubt occurred, like a half-wrote song
Throw it all away and just move along.  

But I still want you, but do I dream
Is my judgment, too extreme
Am I searching for an excuse
Could I ever really cut you loose
No, I just can’t let you loose.

Shadows Of Doubt

Written by Ian Tyson
Performed by Josh McAlexander

This song always reminds me of my visits to Canada and all the great friends and hospitality...

Four Strong Winds

(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

(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

Recalling some tequila, love words and more with them in that Ibiza bar, I wondered: “What if Pink Floyd met the spirit of Camarón de la Isla… in my bedroom?” I used lots of guitars, basses, etc. on a 12/8 beat, to enclose 3/4, 6/4 & 8/8 rhythms along.
> Pic: ruined well at hometown countryside

Letra / Translated Lyrics: EL POZO DE TU AMOR  /  THE WELL OF YOUR LOVE

Fui a abrir el grifo, estaba sediento,  /  I turned on the tap, I was thirsty,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Fui a abrir el grifo, necesitaba hacerlo,  /  I turned on the tap, I needed to do it,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el grifo de tu amor.  /  I needed the trap of your love.

Fui a bajar al pozo, me estaba muriendo,  /  I was going into the well, I was dying,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Fui a bajar al pozo, y me caí dentro,  /  I was going into the well, and fell inside,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

Por bajar al pozo, yo me caí dentro  /  Because of going into the well, I fell inside
y no quiero que nadie llore por mis lamentos  /  and I don’t want anybody to cry for my laments

Caí… por ti.  /  I fell … for you.
Caí… caí… caí por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell for you.
Caí… a tu pozo, caí por ti.  /  I fell … into your well, fell for you.
Caí… caí… caí… caí a tu pozo por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell … fell into your well for you.
Caí.  /  I fell.

Me he caído al pozo, y ahora que estoy dentro  /  I have fallen into the well, and now I’m inside
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Vine a beber al pozo, pero el pozo está seco,  /  I came to drink at the well, but the well is dry,
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

ER30HC9 ©1995 ®2015

Grab it !!

El pozo de tu amor (Caí por ti)

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Jerry Reed- I have his autograph on my old Takemine that is just about faded out.  Jerry was just inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame this year.  Love this man and his music.  I have tried to play his claw type of fingerpicking, but it is so difficult and so many types of tuning.   I dropped my guitar down 1/2 step and played in drop D tuning.  The best I can do is to try and capture a little of his style

500 Miles (Cover of Jerry Reed)

Dr. Kareke onganga kairi panga jarira otjingundi

RAX KANDJOZE OMBONGORA Master

Vaapi....instrument

I always like to try and support local talent from my home town whenever I can, so I would like to introduce Sam Lee. Sam has fantastic vocal tone and pitch and puts great emotion into her performances.
 There are quite a few versions and remixes of this song by the original and other artists  here on soundcloud but as far as i know not an orchestrated version (I may be wrong)..... Thanks for all your patience with this release and thank you again for your continued support ...Love and peace to all <3 <3
Original song :- ....https://soundcloud.com/siamusic
vocals:- Sam Lee ...https://soundcloud.com/samantha-lee-153
Orchestration/mix /production:- ...https://soundcloud.com/abloamberelli

Chandelier  (Sia) cover              Ft   Sam    Lee

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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.