Written by: Terry Reeves
I was 30 years old, been in love on more than one occasion, in a relationship and then ............................I Saw Her Face. In that one moment it became clear to me that I had never been in love before. 27 years later and we are still in love. 

A few words from my brother Gary;
For some reason, when Tel played me the song, I could hear this Bossa type beat within what he was playing and he let me just run with that idea until we arrived at this.  We owe an awful lot to the TLSS department at Homerton Hospital, particularlystudio engineers Nick and Camillo, without whom the track wouldn't sound anywhere near as good as it does.  All the TLSS staff are so helpful and kind, it's a joy to visit the studio there.
Finally, thanks to Tim J Rowe for the sax.  Tim's a very talented musician and songwriter - you can find his work at both of these pages: https://soundcloud.com/timjrowemusic and https://soundcloud.com/the-son-of-man-1 and I urge you to go and have a listen.  He's also a lovely bloke an' all.

Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Percussion
Tim J Rowe: Saxophone
Nick Paravatos:  Bass / Synths / Persian Santoor 
Camillo Tirados:  Piano / Keyboards

Lyrics:

Then I saw her face
Didn't think life would be the same
There was no disgrace
I'd keep it to myself

Then I heard her voice
So few words change the tone
I didn't have much choice
I'd keep it to myself.              keep it to myself

I knew her life went past me.
But from the start all I wanted to say
I love you today.        I always will

Then I touched her hand
Gave me feelings of a million fears
I didn't understand
I'd keep it to myself

Then I saw her smile
Seemed to light up every single room
Moved me closer by a mile
I'd keep it to myself.          keep it to myself

I knew her smile went by me
As time went moved on all I wanted to say
I love you today.        I always will

Then I saw her move
Like no other dance I'd seen before
It was all so smooth
I'd keep it to myself

Then I saw her cry
Felt every tear drop as it hit the floor
This was not a lie
I'd keep it to myself.          keep it to myself

I knew her moves would find me
As time went by all I wanted to say
I love you today.       I always will

Then I felt her breath
Unlike any breath I ever felt before
This was not Macbeth
I'd keep it to myself

Then I heard her heart
Our rhythms seemed to beat in time
Was this just the start
Should I keep it to myself.        Could I keep it to myself

I knew her beat was for me
As time went by all I wanted to say
I love you today.      I always will

Her Face (collab w Tim J Rowe)

Written By: Terry Reeves (1994)
Vocals: Terry Reeves

When I wrote this song "Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy"(HHGTTG) was my favourite book, that was not difficult as the only other book I had read at that time was "Janet and John". HHGTTG is a great life changing story unlike "Janet and John", which nearly destroyed my life. 
If you have read the book you will understand the song and I would like to think that Douglas Adams would really like it. 
I am only pleased that the SC musicians that have recently contributed to it have been able to add to it.
Douglas if there is any possibility of anyone being out there it would be you…....this is for you!

My brother recently worked on this song and would like to say a few words:
We owe enormous thanks to Michael Brossard (Gravity 987) - https://soundcloud.com/grav-ity and Mike G davis. -   https://soundcloud.com/mike-g-davis-6 for all their astounding work on the track -  that two such fine SC musicians agreed to play is such an honour.  Big thanks to Jono Trott - https://soundcloud.com/jonodog for all of his help with the final mix - he also writes very fine songs, so a visit to his page would be well worth that click on the mouse. 

Zaphod Beeblebrox (collab Mike G davis, Michael Brossard)

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

Video: https://youtu.be/kg9qOAl6KNM 

Although we all may want to continue with our creative pursuits for ever, age has a way of catching up with you in ways that you hadn’t envisaged.  Our 3-piece garage band still enjoy creating and recording new tracks but as time goes on, we’re all  becoming acutely aware that each song is taking a little longer than it did previously, the input required a bit more energy than the last.  Factor in all of the daily ‘looking after yourself’ stuff and you start to realise there's less and less time to do everything that needs doing.

Gal does pretty much all of the admin. work on our page (listening, commenting, re-posting and the like) and for various reasons, fitting all of this in has become a somewhat impossible task for him.  That is not to say he doesn't still enjoy interacting with all of you but is finding that he no longer has the time nor stamina to carry on.

For myself, as the one who generates the material, songs are taking longer to write and develop.  For Hans, who so brilliantly arranges and produces them, fitting the process in with his real life responsibilities certainly doesn’t get any easier.  

Consequently, we are announcing our retirement from active involvement here on SC.  As the song explains, we don’t really want to stop. It’s more a case of having to.  For family archive purposes, we still plan to record and upload songs from time to time but since we won’t be around to provide any return support, know it is wholly unreasonable to expect any listens or comments.  You have all given so much already.    

We never expected the last 10 years to happen the way they have and want you to know that it's been a journey the entire Reeves’ family have enjoyed so very much.  None of this would have been possible without the support of our many friends here on SoundCloud, whose encouragement has buoyed us through the difficult personal times. We’ve had an absolutely wonderful ten years and we wouldn’t have missed it for the world.  We wish all of you the best of luck in your future endeavours.  From the heart, to one and all, thanks so much for everything.  
(Terry Reeves)

Tens years passing, with many distant lands
Unexpected friends, using voice and hands
Sharing music with freedom of thought
Expression of kindness, always giving support 

Chorus:
I had the best time
No regrets to call
Look back to look forward 
Only sideways to fall

Fame has a limit to a number of choice 
Happy to share, no need for Rolls-Royce 
Talent not in question, music to give
Opinions from many, helping each other to live

Chorus

SoundCloud a vehicle, movement of skills
A decision of finance, no room for old thrills
Changing future, believe a much younger need
Stopping communication, no longer to feed

Chorus

I want to thank you for calling 
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I apologise for high notes falling 
I don’t wanna say goodbye 
I will try to keep music installing 
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I don’t wanna say goodbye                  

Time for a smile, to all the friends passing by
No need to regret the chancing look of an eye
Many comments exchanged, a feeling of strength 
No regret of creation, our garage band of length

Chorus

I DON’T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE     - CRIPPLE CLUB

(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

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

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

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

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

(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

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves:  Drums, Harmony Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, arrangement and Production.

As a very experienced and qualified practitioner, my brother Bri’s widow Sue has always been a believer in the homeopathic approach to life.  A vegan since her late teens, she truly walks the talk and has never been afraid to stand tall against the herd, no matter that this can often bring her into conflict with the mainstream.  Admittedly, I do not follow either of these creeds but it does have to be said that my own opinions aren’t exactly conventional either, so am a huge admirer of her courage to speak up for the things she considers right.  It takes strength and resolution to stand your ground when all around seem to be against you - and stand her ground she does. 

Sue is a true supporter of our music.  Always interested in what we are doing, her positive feedback is something that means a great deal to us.  Recently, she asked to listen to some of our more recent songs and was particularly taken with ‘My Atheist Angels’, since it deals with issues that are very close to my heart.  As we chatted, she surprised me by asking if I’d ever consider writing a song that represented her feelings and life choices, something I’d never been asked before.  

For me, the writing process is never straightforward because songs most often appear completely out of the ether.  I hardly ever make straightforward choices about them, allowing grains to sprout of their own accord whilst I’m just sitting around strumming my guitar.  Occasionally, those initial seeds take years to grow into a shape that pleases me, let alone one that may please someone else.  

So in answer to her question, I didn’t say yes but then again I didn’t say no, feeling that the only way forward was to gather some thoughts about her and hope that somewhere along the line, these would bring into existence a tune that pleased the  both of us.  As luck would have it, everything dropped into place much more quickly than I’d imagined and here is the song I created for her.  As I write, she doesn’t even have the faintest idea it even exists, so we will have to wait and see whether it is everything she hoped it would be.  Let’s hope so…. (Terry Reeves)

Roots of existence remain deeply underground 
Hiding from destruction most scientists have found 
Politicians manoeuvre with an honesty of believers
Not treating with kindness, natural self achievers 

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

Vaccination of hope killing antibodies of prevention  
Not understanding opinion of a personal protection 
Homeopathic practice with a care for entire person
No apologies of achievement, truth is always certain

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

It’s a regretful crime
Politicians design
Looking for a sign
No time to re-define
Hottest sun to shine:
No chance to climb 
Slide down the slime
Running out of time

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

An equality of opinion but never dictating needs
Important to be heard, chance of choosing seeds
A want to be free and understanding of respect 
Information of direction, not experiment neglect 

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

No intention of disturbing change planetary axis 
Love the living but concerned possible malpractice 
Planting for survival total respect for all the animals 
Conviction of beliefs, removing doubter’s manacles 
 
It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine…

ROOTS OF EXISTENCE - CRIPPLE CLUB

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

Cover pic by The Artwork Factory

My wife Jo and I met at work, having applied for the same job and as luck would have it, we were both offered positions in the personnel department.  I was instantly attracted to her and though there was an eight year difference in age, we seemed to have a true likeness of mind, the only problem being that the two of us were in long-term relationships.  Still, this didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends and we began to spend many a happy lunch hour together. 

However, the more I got to know her, the more it became readily apparent that my feelings were much more than mere friendship.  What made every working day worthwhile were those lunch hours we’d spend together.  I simply couldn’t stop thinking about her but given our circumstances, I kept these feelings bottled up for two long years.  Eventually though, I decided to gather my courage in both hands and tell her I loved her.  To be honest, I expected to get a negative response but all she said was “We need to talk”.

We talked and talked and talked and talked about every potential eventuality but nothing ever changed the fact that I really did love her.  Despite the fact that she’d never considered the possibility of us being together, it was such a relief when she told me she was very willing to totally change the course of her life.  Talk about your heart skipping a beat…

OK, so it didn’t prove easy but neither of us has ever regretted one single thing.  Thirty five years on, we are still very much in love and this song celebrates those wonderful lunchtime meetings, sharing more and more of our feelings, growing ever close through a friendship that became a bond as close as any couple could wish to have.  We hadn’t a clue where it would go and yet here we both are.  I still cannot stop loving her.

I owe a debt of thanks to Hans and Gal who pulled out all the stops to get this song ready for Jo’s 58th birthday.  Cheers boys! (Terry Reeves)

A friendship without complications
Conversations with no need to end
No conditions between sharing moments 
Chance to smile avoid thoughts to send

Chorus:
I cannot stop, cannot stop, I cannot stop loving you
I cannot stop loving the way you move
I cannot stop loving you
I cannot stop hearing your loving groove 

Space between survives the madness 
Surrounding words no sense to see
Sharing stories sometimes sadness
Not knowing why we should let it be

Chorus

Surprise connection with a distance
No disagreement but avoid a close look
Cautions grow, can’t change persistence 
The fairytale of perfect stays in the book

Chorus

I CANNOT STOP LOVING YOU - CRIPPLE CLUB

It was my 50th birthday and I was meant to be having a day of fun and laughter, enjoying the company of friends and family. One guest, though, took it upon themselves to share personal tales of woe with one and all, a process which spanned the entire occasion, from uncomfortable beginning through to bitter end.  As a result, it is the recollection of that somewhat harrowing narrative that lingers, rather than  the memory of song and laughter I was kind of hoping for.  

At the time, the words of XTC's song “Snowman” came into my head, probably because I was wondering why this person was treating me with such cold, unfeeling insensitivity.  OK, hardly the true meaning of the original, but exactly how I felt about what had happened.  I haven't ever mentioned these feelings to anyone except my wife, preferring to lay them to rest by the now tried and trusted method of writing a song about it, and to also remind myself that, after all, it was just another day.

The music Arnold (you can see his other work at https://soundcloud.com/arnold-dawson-317816707 and a link to his band camp pagehttps://exit.sc/?url=https://arnolddawson.bandcamp.com/track/xtc-were-right)created here is out of this world, and interprets the meaning of the song with absolute perfection.  Everlasting thanks to him for helping me put that day to rest, so that it can at least now be remembered in the context of a brilliantly produced track.  He played, arranged and mixed the whole thing - all I had to do was add the vocal.  I had shedloads of fun doing that.  

Thanks so much to everyone for listening.  (Terry Reeves).

Song, Lyrics and vocals byTerry Reeves, 
music by Arnold Dawson


Another day is over
Darkness all around 
Crushed a four leaf clover
Didn’t see it on the ground

How much luck does it take
Before I make the same mistake

Another Birthday candle
Lightning up the room
Still learning how to handle 
Other people’s tales of gloom

Fifty years but I ain’t done yet
Looking forwards with some past regrets 
Some past regrets

What you see
Isn’t always what you want to see
Where you go
Isn’t always where you want to be

Another melting snowman 
XTC were right
But I’d rather be a no man
Than stay cold all my life

Climate change may end the snow
My entire fault I will never know
I will never know

Another leaf has fallen 
The tree is nearly bare
Winter nearly over
No hero’s springing up anywhere 

What you see is what you got
Close your eyes you got a lot
You got a lot

Where you go
Isn’t always where you want to be
Where you want to be

XTC Were Right (Cripple Club in collab. with Arnold Dawson)

From the forthcoming album “Another Zero”.

Song, Lyrics and Lead Vocals By Terry Reeves (April 1995) 
Hans-Michael Albers: Guitars, Bass, Drums, FX, Production and Final Mix

This song is about the first time my eldest son realised that nothing in life is forever.  He was just 5 at the time.  One evening, I was giving him a bath when, completely out of the blue, he asked me “Where’s your Dad today?” 

My Dad had died a couple of years before Jason was born and, whilst I had no problem giving him a straight answer, did wonder what had suddenly prompted the question.

I tried to explain that my Dad was no longer alive, a difficult concept for a child of 5 to fully grasp, hence his follow-up question, “Is he playing games and pretending, just like you and me?” 

There’s nothing my Dad would have loved more than to come over and play some games, and I found it more than a little tricky to tell Jason exactly why he couldn’t.  He was asking who my Dad was - “Who do you talk to? Who do you play with?” - and I had to find a way of telling him that, at some point, everyone’s life just kind of moves on.

As he processed this, his eyes started to well with tears.  He asked me if I would always be there, and if I would always be his Dad and I told him that, whatever happened, there would only ever be one Dad for us both.  The fact that I too was now crying may well have made this rather hard to decipher, but the hug he gave me showed just how much he understood.  It was a moment I have never forgotten.

Sharing that moment is something we still talk about, a memory we both recall with such clarity and such overwhelming fondness, a remembrance that will last the rest of our lives.

As always, working on this track with Hans has been such a complete pleasure.  He is not only a master musician and producer but a brilliant interpreter of songs – this track is everything I wanted it to be, and I cannot thank him enough for that.
Terry Reeves

LYRICS

Father to Son (Written By Terry Reeves April 1995)

Always asking where's your Dad today
Is he coming round our house to play
But I tell him no he's gone
Got a feeling he won't be around

Then he asks is he playing games
Just pretending like you and me
There’s no hiding where he had to go
Will not get the chance to say hello

I want him to know
Didn’t want him to go                          CHORUS
I want him to see
Didn’t want him to go

If he loved you did he have to leave
Did you cry did he wave his hand
Lots of sadness when the moment came
Passing years sometimes helps the pain

Has he gone now is he coming back
If he’s not then who will be my Dad
Then I tell him I cannot replace
Man inside will always show his face

I want him to know
Didn’t want him to go
I want him to see

MIDDLE

As the sadness shows surprise 
I knew him more
As he filtered to recognise 
I knew him more
As the tears filled up his eyes
I knew him more
As he started to realise 
I knew him more 
I knew him more 
I knew him more 


Do you love me are you growing old
Will you leave me can you always stay
Yes I tell him there will never be
Any other Dad for you or me


I want him to know.

Father To Son (Collab. with Hans Albers)

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.

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