ballistic

Korg N364 workstation
Mahalo Flying V Electric Ukulele
Yamaha tenor saxophone
Garageband keyboard and drums sounds
Even more bum notes than usual.

The Hands That Smelt Like Public Transport Soap

(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

Slice of life.

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at the party
in your kaftan

hesitating never knowing what to say

sunday morning
ruffled pillows

what just happened, am i waking all alone
was i dreaming how come i can’t find my phone

heart is racing
head is spinning

my new boyfriend i don’t even know your name
be my boyfriend never thought i’d play this game
listen boyfriend you have left me overthrown
be my boyfriend you can even keep the phone

Boyfriend

In the process of fixing the mix may have to do it all over…🚧 WIP ⚠️ 
Thanks for listening!!!

Where The Party At

'utopia' 

Cast of characters: 

one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – melodic guitar, lyrics, vocals 

cgmaness-- @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – guitar intro 

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell –electric piano, synth   

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen – guitar solo and e-bow guitar 

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– textural guitar, mix, and production 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –five-string fretless bass guitar, original seed 

The Eclectic Collective – composition

lyrics:
Can't obtain no fucking mortgage. 
And I can't pay no fucking rent.
I would rather you probe me 
than get fucked by our government
who attempts to control me 
and put nonsense in my head.
Who would rather see me
livin' in debt or end up dead.
Come and take me away.
Beam me into space.
Fly me to a planet
where there exists no hate or greed. 

Take me to Utopia.
Teach me all your ways.
Save me from dystopia.
It's time to turn the page.
Something better must exist
out there beyond the stars,
where everyone can love and live,
unlike what's become of ours.

utopia (with the Eclectic Collective)

Ian Greaves

A Product Of The Funk

A slide prelude ...

Bill Boethius: lap steel, electric, acoustic & bass guitars

Composed, performed & produced by Bill Boethius

The Moonshine of my Soul

Funky Lunatics Style with a great flowing Saxophon
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Lunatics 155 Grooving Funky // Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Lunatics 155  Funky Dream // Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Far Away

Night Owl

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.

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

CrippleClub