(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, arrangement and production.

Einstein determined that time is relative and that the rate at which it passes depends on your frame of reference.  Now I’m not saying that I’m much of a scholar of his work but what I do know is that when the Covid pandemic was at it’s height and we were all confined to our homes, many of those that I spoke to didn’t even know where in the week we were, let alone the time of day, so yer man Einstein probably had a point.

This song was written long before the pandemic surfaced and came during telephone and email conversations I had with my two fellow Cripple Club garage band members, Gary and Hans . For example, I was chatting to Gal one day when he said “You know, I just can’t get the hang of time, these days.  Weeks seem to just merge into each other”. 

On the very same day, Hans sent me an email in which he stated "I’m really struggling to get the hang of time at the moment…” As someone who spends much of his time at home anyway, the two ‘hang of time’ statements did resonate with me and therefore carried an intriguing synchronicity.  I’m not someone who thinks these things have any mystical significance but the fact that they had both used precisely the same expression on the same day certainly placed the idea for this song in my mind.

Thanks again to Hans for taking the concept and formulating it so brilliantly into his arrangement for the song.  And many thanks to you for listening.
(Terry Reeves)

I just can’t get the hang of time
Tomorrow seemed a million miles behind
And yet a date turns up in front of mind
What more to remember or try to find

I just can’t get the hang of time

Another month goes by without a breath
Although breathing in moves me to the left
Time to the right can cause calendar theft
Pitching very low sounds to a musical clef

I just can’t get the hang of time

No shaking up time without showing my age
As click track continues keep missing the page
Never losing my temper but cheating a rage
There is never a tempo that keeps sounds in a cage

I just can’t get the hang of time (Repeat)

BREAK

Qualified people pointing a direction to live
Not one understands why I’m mentally captive
Each box with a tick but the time doesn’t give
My Individual need making all words so inactive

I just can’t get the hang of time

A window reflection shows a man with a beard 
Tuesday or Wednesday? All days disappeared
I just can’t get the hang of time
It wasn’t meant to be an ageing skill of mine.

I just can’t get the hang of time

THE HANG OF TIME - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Saturnian Song

Version live à la Barraque auprès du feu ^^
youtu.be/fP69ovvmteU

Saturnian song - Live version video in description

Lament for the current state of affairs.....
Flutes, Synth and Tenor sax.

Hard Time Blues

This is a live version of Coming Up For Air recorded at the Con Club in Lewew using a TASCAM DR-05X on 19th April 25. Not the best of mixes, but not bad considering it's recorded on a small handheld device.

Coming Up For Air (Live) 250419

Just a simple song for the lonely. Old fashioned human music for this modern age.

Lyrics:
I'm bringing you my honest confessional
I'm dying out here, don't you know?
I've been walking the internet at night
I don't know why I always fall for the tawdry
I always fall for the pills
I fall for your sweetest thrills
I'm dribbling down here at the end of the bar
Falling in
(falling in and out)
Falling in and out of love
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the corona eye
You know that I always lie

I could be anything you need
I could be that book that you've been working on...
A paperback. Dog eared and worn...
A book you put up on the shelf...
A book you read that changes your sense of self...
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the coronas' eye
The valley of the lonely...

The Valley Of The Lonely

A reload of a song about the passage of time and wondering it you have perhaps let life slide by. Melancholy turned up to 11.
Lyrics
I'm 57 years old now, its hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
I hesitate and prevaricate, capitulate and procrastinate
Where the hell does that leave me now

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i have found that out and it's to my cost

Standing at the station with one foot on the train
But I step off and watch it roll away
Just watch the lights as they fade away

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i've found that out and it's to my cost..

I put off 'til tomorrow what I can do today
But today will soon be yesterday and tomorrow'll be today
So where does that leave me
Well somehow it seems
Between the devil and the deep blue sea....

57 years old now it's hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
Where the hell have these years all gone.........?

He Who Hesitates

File Updated: Piano line in which I loosely had Heat Miser by Massive Attack in my head... I don't think I encroached originality... just wanted a similar vibe... also improved the vox... decided to go with Ronald Duck you dollar dumb as I hate saying its name and dont want to say fuck through the whole tune haha looses it's impact maybe doing that

Lyrics

Ronald Duck your dollar dumb
Ronald Duck your dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Everyone
Everything
Every atom
The whole system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

It's fucking your job...

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Every atom
Everyone
Survival of system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb
It's survival Son
Donald Duck their dollar dumb
Money can't save anyone
No coin fixes Earth blisters

Dollar Dumb

*Listen w Headphones!

Kim Wexler / GTA5 Tribute 

Samples used
Better Call Saul / Voice clips
Mo - Lean On /  Vocals

GTA5 / Gaming Music
Solomun - Planet 9
Solomun - Spin
Solomun - Don't stop the dance

Remixed by LS/2025.

Lovers Fast Lane

I decided to take another stab at this song and play my guitars.
Guitars: (3 tracks): Taylor 114ce strumming and Fender Squire (strumming and picking) 
Keys: Logic Pro Session Piano  with sounds from Native instruments
Drums (two tracks): EZ Drummer 3 and PG Music (panned left and right)
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
***
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
Much less work than a cat a dog or a pony
But those pictures that they put on the box are definitely phony
Sometimes it feels like we’re just a bunch of sea monkeys in a jar
Living on this great big rock orbiting a star
We pray to God for assistance but what if he’s just a little boy
And this world that we live on is just his latest toy
What if we’re living in some kid’s jar and the sun is a lightbulb
It’s not really a star
What if every time the human race takes it on the chin
There’s some kid looking down staring with a silly grin
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Did he sprinkle some eggs in the water and wait for the fun to begin
Did he watch he watch us fight our wars and root for the good guys to win
When the black death raged in the thirteenth century and good people started to die and he saw all that pain and and suffering did it ever make him cry
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it

Sea Monkeys In A Jar

Paralyzed fern lung drains of ferment. 
Still hollow steel, stainless in moons.
Webbing roots to earth, then wrists. 

Shard bone fragment and fracture. 
Hornet's nest dips and sways.
Neurosis sets the femur mess.
No splint, save the constrictors and boas.
Dew froths a pneumonia.
Exhaust lofts, ascend dreams. 

G-force blackout and the wings shake. 
Outpaced by future portals. 
There is no control. 
Reverberating back to madness. 
An astral fold envelopes death's grin 
be there a fall. 
Drive it from the atrium. 
Slip out a phenomenon. 

Blood pours out of the stall. 
Nothing is sacred. 
No place at all. 

Someone walked out
and the alarm won't stop. 

Words by Riley Robinson

Devil's Greenhouse

Dans ma jeunesse enfuie, dans mon adolescence délicate, je vous revois..
paroles:
Et si, c'était à tout prendre,
Juste une, histoire à reprendre.
Bribes d'enfance, ou bouts de scène,
ou bien le vent, qui me ramène.

Je vous revois, vous étiez bien,
Je vous revois , vous étiez loin.
Bien loin de moi, et de mes matins,
Je vous revois, vous étiez bien.

La barque glisse, sur la rivière,
Et de nos vies, belles éphémères,
Rides sur l'eau, sur nos visages,
Vies en lambeaux, doux paysages.

Je vous revois, vous étiez bien,
Je vous revois , vous étiez loin.
Bien loin de moi, et de mes matins,
Je vous revois, vous étiez bien.

Que sont, nos vies devenues,
Enfant, je vous ai connue.
Pour passer le Rhône, il faut être deux,
Pour bien le passer, faut savoir danser, danser. 

Je vous revois, vous étiez bien,
Je vous revois , vous étiez loin.
Bien loin de moi, et de mes matins,
Je vous revois, vous étiez bien.

Et si, c'était à tout prendre,
Juste une, histoire à reprendre.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

In my vanished youth, in my delicate adolescence, I see you again.
Lyrics:
And if it were, all things considered,
 just a story to take back.
 Fragments of childhood, or bits of a scene,
 or the wind that brings me back.

I see you again, you were good,
 I see you again, you were far. 
Far away from me, and from my mornings,
 I see you again, you were good.

The boat glides on the river,
 And of our lives, beautiful ephemeral,
 Ripples on the water, on our faces,
 Lives in tatters, sweet landscapes.

I see you again, you were good,
 I see you again, you were far. 
Far away from me, and from my mornings,
 I see you again, you were good.

What have our lives become,  
As a child, I knew you.  
To cross the Rhône, it takes two,  
To cross it well, one must know how to dance, to dance.

I see you again, you were good,
 I see you again, you were far. 
Far away from me, and from my mornings,
 I see you again, you were good.

And if it were, all things considered,
 just a story to take back.

Christian PERUTI
 author, composer, performer

Je vous revois

Hello,
Here are some songs wot I wrote. Mostly recorded at home as a sort of one man band set up.
I play a Roland TD27KV into Superior Drummer 3
Sire Jazz Bass and Fretless Jazz Bass
Fender Telecaster, Epiphone Dot
Martin X Series 12 String, Martin D15M and a Taylor GS Mini acoustics.
Natal congas and percussion 
M Audio keyboard
Vocals and acoustic guitars and percussion are recorded using a Rode NT61 condenser microphone.
Cubase 10 Artist 
Guitar Rig 5
Native Instruments and Kontact 5
I don’t use quantize , pitch correction, loops, programmes or any Artificial Intelligence generated content.
I hope it works better this way.
Sometimes other musicians play on the tunes too.

A little stroll on the mild side 🎧

"Dave was awarded 4th best tambourinist in his cul de sac whilst still only 37, he still plays tambourine today whilst his peers have abandoned tambourine. Think that speaks volumes to Dave's commitment to his music". (Big Hits Magazine}

I have a tendency to remove songs to tweak them and reload. Sometimes they never return 🤔

Headphones recommended.

He Who Hesitates

Dave Rose