CrippleClub

BEACH ROOTS DREAM HAPPY ENOUGH

Sound of Love: 20 Endearing tracks from the SoundCloud community

Monday Playlist week of 5/27/2024

TheZuZa

Related tracks: Relentless

Related tracks: 15 Min City W/ Grave

Monday Playlist week of 9/30/2024

Shock the Algorithm

Your Mix 3

This song was written by Chuck Berry while in prison and was recorded
in 1964.  This " poor boy" traveled across dozen states by bus, train and
plane to get to his promise land (California).  It was also recorded by
Elvis Presley .  Remember, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Freddy Weller,
had a hit with it also.  Louisiana's own Johnny Allen also had a hit with
it here in cajun land.  Having a little fun with this one.

Promise Land ( Cover of Chuck Berry )

In this moment 
I can’t be broken
This world you love here
You loose all the fear 

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Words can’t tell you
This feeling runs through
And you can’t describe
No word of a lie

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Hearts Will Mend

Trying something a bit different here, or am I?
Working on the old fashioned broken heart style song, such as "Sealed With A Kiss".  Haven't tried this before so we'll see how it comes out. 


Valentines Heart

https://open.spotify.com/track/3R0qutmZkRMXKwDuqiIAko?si=1338fe9b78d04320

Метель

Dolbania - Метель

Taken from the upcoming debut full length album (planned to be released March 1st - "Rock and Roll Kills").
(p) & (c), 2024.
Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80YWaTAt8Gc
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lyrics:
We've been through a lot, a lot of shit
now it's time to fight, fight against
against this depression and evil vibe
this is the time we will take over our lives

We've been submersed deep deep down
we've lost our faith into this evil town
we have to get back, get back to our own feet
we had enough, enough with this shit!

and now we have our head up high
we know what it's true and never dies
and now we step up with god's command
we won't take it anymore, not get stuck into the sand

It won't take forever just to reach our dream
it won't take forever to delete the bad scene
it won't take forever to hold your hand
it won't take forever to the promised land

it won't take forever to live again
it won't take forever to face the sun
it won't take forever, it won't take forever!

Rock and Roll Kills

It Won't Take Forever

Lyric:TheZuZa
Vocal:TheZuZa
Choruses: TheZuZa
Arrangement: TheZuZa
Music prod. by Athomic (contract)
Audio Language: polish

Album :
https://on.soundcloud.com/bBnEp

Playlist:
on.soundcloud.com/pJMG9
on.soundcloud.com/jn1rK
on.soundcloud.com/9STj7
on.soundcloud.com/W1RvH
on.soundcloud.com/YUrGB

Lyric after translation :

"Tralala"

In my head tralala
Those tralala of yours
Everywhere tralala
Annoying tralalalala

Just tralala
Still in my head tralala
I feel it tralala
Because it's your tralalala

I feel it...
Oh, I feel it.
Yes.
I feel it!

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

In the body tralala
It's your tralala
It burns like tralala
Tears apart tralalalalalla

I feel tralala
It draws in like tralala
I'm fading away tralalalalala

I feel it.
Oh, I feel it.
I'll go crazy.
Because I feel it! Oh!

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

Tralala

Tralala (Prod.Athomic)

4 Oanna
My Dope beautiful friend- Oanna(Ojanne Mirr)https://soundcloud.com/oceannessence
Words,keys,vibes-Oanna
Other works-masaTot.
Hi Oanna! Sorry for being late...🙇
Let's meet again somewhere someday🙌

4tomorrow&neither4today-with Ojanne Mirr

Dingo Ate My Baby

Composed and played by Loony De Bussy 

Art cover : Pearl by Nataly NGM 

Recorded on Korg D16
Mastered with Audacity

PERLE / Debussy Punk nº2                                 (for 2 guitars & 1 bass)

Unlike our previous two collabs, Dan does lyrics, vocals and lead guitars on an instrumental by me.
I made a 7/4 track for him, knowing he can sail odd waves, and here you are the fantastic result !!

https://soundcloud.com/user-276716031: lyrics, vocals, guitar solos and fills, percussion, artwork on logo by WouWou
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: instrumental idea, rhythm guitars, bass, drums

Verse 1:
A promise was made
And It shouldn’t fade
The words were spoken
Then they was broken

We were in the bright sunshine
I thought she was mine
It’s not something you can pawn
And asa now she is gone

I was here forever beau
It was years ago

Verse 2:
But I thought it still held
Like a solid weld

A promise is a promise
Even for a doubting Thomas
It should carry some weight
It doesn’t have an expiration date

But a last I find
That things can unwind
And we are not together
In this Summer weather

Verse 3:
She made her assurance
But I had no insurance
From the broken promise she made
Yes our romance began to fade

Now I am in the dark
What was there was just a spark
Now I Don’t know
Which way to go

No direction in my life
Yes I’m living in such strife
Wondering if life means anything
My joy has no more spring

I am that sad guy you passed by
Not noticing the tears in his eyes

B E T R A Y A L (with Daniel Lockhart)

Dedicated in loving memory to our mothers.
Thank you from my heart dear Debbie, thank you for beautiful music and your friendship.

Music Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë
Piano: Debra Buesking.@debra_buesking 
Voice: Oddrun Eikli.
cover design: Debra Buesking.
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

IN MEMORY
Blessed be Thou for all the joy
My soul has felt to-day!
O let its memory stay with me
And never pass away!


I was alone, for those I loved
Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.


Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.


Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?
No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in my mind!


Was it a sanguine view of life
And all its transient bliss—
A hope of bright prosperity?
O no, it was not this!

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Sound Of Memory. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

Cast of Characters:
mistermark-- @user-432503709 --Mark-- horns and shakers
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, and mix
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—Sublime Keyboard and Organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, vocals, composition, and mix
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– guitar 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four-string fretless bass 
This song was written by Ken and a dearly departed friend and former bandmate named Chris Bennett about the latter's divorce that he was going through at the time when their band was also breaking up. Ken had a good demo of the two of them fleshing it out, which the Eclectic Collective used as a template for the song. Josh was first to add his unique slide bass line to the song. Next up was Tez, who added the fiery solo you hear at the end. Stephen came in not too long after with the rhythm guitar, complete with the intricate fills you hear throughout. Around the same time, Mark added some really innovative, genre-bending horns and shakers to it. Ken then completed the song with his stellar vocals. 
  Of course, every great song needs a great producer, so Ken turned it over to Stephen for an objective mix, although Ken was still heavily involved in the process, too. This is the first time Ken has sung lead for an EC song, and we were all very impressed with his skills on this one. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.

Original lyrics by Chris Bennett:

I once believed in happy ever after
Now I’m convinced by tears instead of laughter
There’s not much good inside that’s left to do the things for my survival

If I relied on you to make it better
I’d die a 1000 times, before we get together
All that is bad inside will rise back to the top
With your arrival

Burn down the doorway
Run down the hall
Scream out my name
But I may never hear you, never hear you
Drive down the highway
Until you’re gone
I may never hear you call

I still believe that someone’s always watching
Each time I turn around, I never hear them talking
All that is bad inside will never fade away with your arrival

Burn down the doorway
Run down the hall
Scream out my name, but I may never hear you
Never hear you
Drive down the highway
Until you’re gone
I may never hear you call

Na Na Na  Na Na Na
Na na na

Happy Ever After (Eclectic Collective)

Boulders Beach.

ENOUGH LOVE  feat. SilverBella & Paploviante
Vocals and Lyrics: 
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21138/enough-love-main-vocals-61bpm-soul-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/silverbellasings
Bass: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle
Lillithe: Production, Arrangement and Backing Track

Enough Love feat. SilverBella & Paploviante

(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

Had this one on the back burner for quite a while (ruminating in insecurity and a thousand endings) until my wife heard it the other night on staycation weekend in our mix. Her telling me i was a fool for not sharing it with the world and how it made her feel was the catalyst to finish it, so here it is! :)

Thaw

Here's a remix of a 2 year song , all about a nutcase cult leader , I do hope you like it ! On the 1st of June is a great song me and Tony Harris did , wonderful lyricist . On the 9th is another remix , then on the 15th is the return of Charlotte and myself with a stadium rock song that will blow your socks off , if you wear them ! Waiting in the wings and almost finished are songs with Namibian Rapper Blaffy and one with Gaz Brownie and Nat , both these are cracking tracks , thank you for all the support you give me !

No Album

Clear Blue Water

Written by: TOMMY WALKER
Performed by: Josh McAlexander

He knows my Name

Lyric:TheZuZa
Vocal:TheZuZa
Choruses: TheZuZa
Arrangement: TheZuZa
Music prod. Matthew May (contract), BUDI
Audio Language: polish

Album :
https://on.soundcloud.com/P83yiFroaQNvwGDw8

Playlist:
on.soundcloud.com/pJMG9
on.soundcloud.com/jn1rK
on.soundcloud.com/9STj7
on.soundcloud.com/W1RvH
on.soundcloud.com/YUrGB

Lyric after translation :

'I know,because I feel It '

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes
It's so funny
Oh! But it smells so good!

And it's just us after all,
Just me and just you.
Don't say anything, look at me
The heart never lies.

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes

It's so funny!
The whole world smells like you!
It's so wonderful!
Because you're right next to me.

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes
It's so funny
Oh! But it smells so good!

And it's just us after all,
Just me and just you.
Don't say anything, look at me
The heart never lies.

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes

It's so funny!
The whole world smells like you!
It's so wonderful!
Because you're right next to me.

Do you feel it too?
Mmmmm, do you taste it too?
Do you feel it too?
And do you taste it too?

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes
It's so funny
Oh! But it smells so good!

And it's just us after all,
Just me and just you.
Don't say anything, look at me
The heart never lies.

I know, because I feel it
I know how it tastes

It's so funny!
The whole world smells like you!
It's so wonderful!
Because you're right next to me.

It's so funny!
The whole world smells like you!
It's so wonderful!
Because you're right next to me.

Wiem,Bo To Czuję

Wiem,Bo To Czuję (Prod. Matthew May)

This was unavoidable for me.  Politics aside, I think we can all agree that the mounting innocent victims of global conflict are a tragedy beyond measure.  These casualties should not be ignored as we sit in the comforts of our cushy little lives.


All rights reserved 6/6/2024

So far away 
It rumbles Iike a thundercloud
Eyes to the sky
Illuminated all around

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

The smoke in your eyes
Does not mask the tragedy…
don’t mind the flies
Images in front of me…

Temperatures rising
In the towns 
And over the fields
So many dying
And for what
I do not believe….

Moonlight and shadows
Paint the town
In shades so disarming..
the look in their eyes…
never to see the next morning 

Calling your name
In the pile of rubble under me…
I don’t here a sound
The silence is so deafening…

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

Missiles are raining
From the sky
It’s never ending…
mothers are wailing
like a choir
the tears they are sending

Six thousand miles 
Isn’t really far away…

Awaiting A World

This track is off the album "There to here (Part 2)". 
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen
Vocals: Phil Bowen
Guitars: Phil Bowen
It is also at Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0UFRsKjsTFeRk9NDGaSEXz?si=055c226c040e410e
and Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTfWVl9BQJE
Verse 1
On this train called “Liberty”
I saw my life in front of me
As I close my eyes and I drift away
And float along the milky way

Verse 2
On this train called “Liberty”
I realised endless possibilities
As I look up to the stars above
On this train called “Liberty”.

Verse 3
The rain pours down on warm summer night in New England
The hypnotic rhythm of the train on the tracks soothes my weary mind
I close my eyes and I float away
To the land of emerald green
I close my eyes live another day 
And thank Mary Magdalene

Chorus
I look at the moon and starlight
Shining high in the sky
I think of all the wrongs and all the rights
But I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
(Last time- I am on this train called “Liberty”).

Middle 8
On this train called “Liberty” 
Your free to disagree
As long as I stay on the tracks and never look back
I know that I am free
Free to think, to be who I am
Free to live and not care a dam
I am on the train they call “Liberty”.

There to Here  Pt. 2

This Train Called Liberty

Some new acoustic guitar stuff is under construction, but meanwhile here’s a very different beast, called 'Relentless'. About the relentless assembly line of life.

Relentless

My Dreams

Grave : music, acoustic guitar, vocals & lyrics

15 Min City W/ Grave

"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

Music and Icelandic Lyrics:
Andri Þór Jónsson and Hrafnhildur Magnea Ingólfsdóttir
Original Icelandic Version "Allt svo hljótt" sung/produced by Karen Osk

English Lyrics: Layna and Joshua Claunch
Instrumentals: Layna and Joshua Claunch
Vocals: Layna Claunch

Josh's Channel: https://soundcloud.com/josh-claunch

One gentle breeze, a breeze that whispers
Sweetly past your cheek
One gentle wave, a wave that walks you back through yesterday

Quiet as the years
Timid as the tears
Falling as they're calling out for you to hear

Silence crashing in 
In a quiet whisper 
It's calling out to you

Calling out to you
Calling out to you

One thoughtful stream, a stream that strings your every memory
One burning dream that turns against the stream
Of reverie

Quiet as the years
Timid as the tears
Falling as they're calling out for you to hear

Silence crashing in 
In a quiet whisper 
It's calling out to you

Calling out to you
Calling out to you
Calling out to you
To you
To you

Give time a moment a moment of reflection calling you to hear
The melody of introspection is clear

Silence crashing in 
Through the quiet whisper 
It's calling out to you

Calling out to you
Calling out to you
Calling out to you
To you
To you
Allt svo hljótt (All is quiet)
Allt svo hljótt (All is quiet

All Is Quiet- feat Josh Claunch

One Look : Electronic music with Guitar and Vocals
https://open.spotify.com/album/0VDf2EUjDfXDf1bQvDA3Q0?si=l-NYW1CwS0SIgdCnXHG_fQ

One Look

poor bastard it’s on your face
the permanent frown
we’ll give it the coup de grâce
the jolly smack down

in the morning… slip away
on the move… going

cracked windshield don’t block the way
to getting around
start picking the weed bouquet
we’re heading for town

in the morning… steal away
on the move… going

cat mother she wrings her hands
just leave us alone
she never did understand
a house ain’t a home

in the morning… slip away
on the move… going
california… get away
gonna move… going

last round up around this place
you dig up the bones
raise canvas for anyplace
the skull and crossbones
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Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for early listening and massively good suggestions.

Image by Spencer Davis via Unsplash.

California Leaving

If I can stop one heart
from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one in pain

Or help one fainting Robin 
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

— EMILY DICKINSON 
“Further Poems of Emily Dickinson" published by Little, Brown and Company of Boston, 1929.

65 bpm
DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Pro MPK 
E-instruments:
Studio Grand
Steinway Grand Piano 
Boesendorfer Grand Piano
SoCal Ballad Piano
Clarinet Solo+
Harp
Upright Ballad Bass
Rolling Chords Synth
Electronic Drum Kit - Platinum Dreams 
Latin Kit
Hip Hop Kit
Studio Brush Kit

Audio of bird chirps recorded live Jun. 15, 2024.

Photo of children splashing water via public domain, Wikimedia Commons 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happy_children_splashing_water.jpg

Happy Endings

JIM ANDERS_ Ende

Lyric:TheZuZa
Vocal:TheZuZa
Choruses: TheZuZa
Arrangement: TheZuZa
Music prod. By Nani (contract)
Audio Language: polish

Album :
on.soundcloud.com/P83yiFroaQNvwGDw8

Playlist:
on.soundcloud.com/pJMG9
on.soundcloud.com/jn1rK
on.soundcloud.com/9STj7
on.soundcloud.com/W1RvH
on.soundcloud.com/YUrGB

Lyric after translation :

'Love me'

So quietly, without a fuss, you sneak into my life.
And no one knows how much you love me.

You love me.
Uncontrollably.
I don't know what...
...leads you to this.

I'm scared.
Even to think about it.
I feel how...
You paint our future.

Love me. Because I want it.
I feel how it pulls me in.

Love me.
Oh! I want it so much.
Forget that there's anything else!

Love me.
Oh! I want it so much.
Forget that there's anything else!

So quietly, without a fuss, you sneaked into my life.
And no one knows how much you love me.

You love me.
Uncontrollably.
I don't know what...
...leads you to this.

I'm scared.
Even to think about it.
I feel how...
You paint our future.

Love me. Because I want it so much.
I feel how it pulls, pulls me in.

Love me. Because I want it so much.
I feel how it pulls, pulls me in.

And screw the world! It won't understand.
I don't care! I forget about reason!

Screw the world! It won't understand.
I don't care! I forget about reason!

Love me...

Smoky Faces of Love.

Kochaj Mnie!

Kochaj Mnie! (Prod. By Nani)

Music by Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

It's Not Too Late

He tests our hearts
Puts us through the flame
What burns is forever lost
Gold is what remains

We are the temple
In Him, all the same 
Every heart must choose
To embrace Him or to blame

It’s not too late
To know the Truth
And find the Way

The accuser feeds us lies
Gives us reason to hate
While time passes
We progress toward the grave

Refined as silver
Tested as gold
God is of the spirit
This world’s already cold

Passing through the veil
all comes to light
Standing in His presence
Who’d choose to deny?

Everything’s not so mundane
See miracles every day
Minds set on trivial things
Divided, we betray

Jesus taught love
Kingdom is within
Let go of everything
Dividing you from Him

It's Not Too Late (Paploviante & Cosmic Keanu)

(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

Big revamp of a song I wrote a few years ago , moral of the song is do not pray for rain ! Me , Axel and Andrea have a cracker out on the 4th of October , then me and Dave Cooper on the 11th , just finished a belter with Charlotte , loads in the pipeline again . Now , a little tale for anyone having trouble with Soundclouds 2fa ( two factor authentication ) if you are trying to monetize your songs . I spent almost a week tearing my hair out , I couldn't sign in , but I think I've found the answer . If your codes keep getting refused , switch your automatic time/date on your mobile off , then on again , it'll sync everything , a reset was all it took to get my codes accepted , such a simple thing that took me 6 days to work out for myself as the Help Centre didn't once respond to my problem ! And make sure you copy the back up codes in case it all goes wrong again . I hope this helps anyone who is having the same issue as I had , solved it by chance , no help was available !

The Flood

Original Lyrics by Tony Harris
Vocals, Music/Arrangement/Mix by Mike Fox (UK)

ROUTE 66…ROUTE 66...	
	
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY	
I COULDN'T WAIT FOR FRIDAY NIGHT	
MY HEART WOULD BE FILLED WITH JOY	
A NEW TV SHOW WAS MY HIGHLIGHT	
	
THE ROUTE 66 TV SHOW AIRED	
IN EARLY OCTOBER OF 1960 	
NEW TOWNS WOULD BE EXPLORED	
IT LASTED UNTIL MARCH OF 64	
	
(CHORUS)	
IMAGINE, HITTING THE OPEN ROAD	
IN THE SPORT CAR OF YOUR DREAMS	
ON THE ICONIC OLD ROUTE 66	
SOMETIMES CALLED THE MOTHER ROAD	
WHAT A ROAD TRIP THAT WOULD BE	
	
TOD AND BUZ TRAVELED THE HIGHWAYS	
IN A CORVETTE CONVERTIBLE	
WORKING MANY ODD JOBS	
AND MEETING LOTS OF PEOPLE	
	
MY MAIN FOCUS WAS THE CORVETTE	
AND THE WEEKLY DRAMA ON THE ROAD	
DID BUZ HAVE A TEMPER…YOU BET	
NEVER A BORING EPISODE	
	
(REPEAT CHORUS )	
	
2024 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

ROUTE 66 - Collaboration by Tony and Mike Fox - Original

Cast of Characters:
 
Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – foundational acoustic guitar and seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, piano, synth oboe, lyrics, and vocals
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless bass
The Eclectic Collective — composition and mix

  This is the second song in a row that The Eclectic Collective is releasing in as many weeks that was written by Chris. We love working on his songs, and all jumped at the chance to play with this one, as well. He wrote it on an acoustic guitar, onto which he also put some heavy reverb, giving it an ethereal, chordal sound. To that bare bones, Josh fist added his four-string fretless bass to a click track, of all things. Luckily, Ken swooped in soon after and gave it a proper beat with his lively percussion performance. 
  Once the rhythm section was complete, Tez added his melodic, golden-tone guitar in there. Then, it was JJ's turn. He added not only the piano and synth, but wrote the lyrics and sang it, as well. 
  This song was actually mixed by the group, as we all added our parts, although Ken did some final adjustments, too.
  JJ's lyrics tell the story of the first people to reach Easter Island, millennia ago. The wonder of the journey and the discovery of a new home, while using the materials available to survive. Here are his original lyrics.

Original Lyrics by J.J. Terrell:
 
Through the eyes of the gentle rain
Monuments raised where the Lapwings stay
All the sand, the hourglass of man sifts here
A traveling band of gypsies in this land appear
Crowd the fire as the night sets in
Listen for tales of enlightenment
Until dawn
The flowered down of a bird so true
Pure as heaven, the chosen few
It's all waiting for the night

Unabashed (Eclectic Collective)

(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

Enjoyed jumping in to sing along on this Fun Take on a really Bad Day as described by Tony Harris of Tony's Lyrics and featuring the Blistering Blues Guitar of Tom Adams. Photo Credit to My Daughter, enjoying our BM'r Beach Convertible on One Of Those Days between expensive repairs.....Now SOLD!!! Thank God! ;-)LOL
ONE OF THOSE DAYS - TL-TA-RB COLLAB 
(Any Other Day - Tom Adams Open Collab)               
(Blues/Rock)  
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)  
HAVE YOU EVER HAD?  
ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
PRAY YOU NEVER HAVE
(OH….BRING IT ON HOME, TOM!!!)  
(CHORUS)  
© Lyrics by Tony Harris 2019 - Blues Guitar - Tom Adams  Vocals, Production - Riff Beach (Version Only)

One Of Those Days - Original

One Of Those Days - Collaboration with Tony's Lyrics & Tom Adams

Cover Collaboration with Tom Adams...many thanks to him for adding his guitar work.
Words by Ada Habershon in 1908 and reworked by the Carter Family in 1935... made famous by the Carter Family and many other artist.

Will The Circle Be Unbroken (Cover)- Vocal by Tony and Guitar by Tom Adams

Remembering old friends and places with such great images.  This song
was written by Lyle Lovett and Robert Earl Keen Jr,. while they attended
Texas A&M in the late 70's. It was released by Lyle in 1986.  What an American singer and songwriter.  A gem of a song

This Old Porch   (  cover - Lyle Lovett)

Written by John Fogerty
Performed and Arranged by me

Have you ever seen the rain

Version of a Seether tune, "Broken", featuring my initial vocal and acoustic guitar tracks bathed and enhanced by Nemo's masterful electric guitars and other creative enhancements and then Lamara-Marie added her Angelic Harmony to take this Collab to an entirely different level. Thanks so much Marc Elusse (Nemorospo) and Lamara-Marie Graham Hitchens (Angel)!!! :D

Broken - HQ Version ft. Nemorospo Guitars/Production and Lamara-Marie Graham Hitchens (Harmony)

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.