Dave Rose

Featured Artist - Neowakan (Pronounced Neo - Walk - On) Aileen is my favourite songwriter of all time. I've learned so much from her music Neo is without doubt my biggest inspiration and the source of so many of my recent musical upgrades. I'm always honoured sharing her extra special soul filled skill - Connect with Aileen here: Check out Neowakan (Aileen Asatouri) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/VKM9rspQ42smNoOqS4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections 

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

C’MON OVER (Rocky Mountain)
Written & Recorded 1979

Another of Bri’s late ‘70’s demos, an unusually structured song containing that unique ambience that were the hallmark of his recordings from that period.  Again, not the most perfectly preserved recording but still worth a listen.  One of my absolute favourites.  (Gary Reeves)

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
Get moving into my beat, in my street, OK?
My street is just round the bend
C’mon over if you’ve time to spend

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight

Break

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby be the fly to my spider
Be an insider
Make this thing brighter
And c’mon over baby today

Brian Reeves: Vocals / Guitar

C'Mon Over (1979) Rocky Mountain

Words and Music Dave Rose
Re uploaded.
Lyrics 
Life's what happens when your making plans.
So seize the day and grab it with both hands
Love might only find you once, so love it if it does
And love it with everything 
We can lose it all in the blinking of an eye 👁️ 
Never see it coming however we try 

I’m discombobulated and a little bit overwhelmed 
This life is complicated and makes no sense 
Oh I scratch my head…

I do my best to try and work it out 
I do my best to try and figure it all out 
I might be older but I’m no wiser 
Wisdom never seems to come 

I’m discombobulated and a little bit overwhelmed 
Life is complicated and makes no sense 
Truth and beauty 
Lies and cruelty 
Such hunger and poverty 
Yet so much wealth 

Oh I scratch my head…….

Wisdom

If The Stars Are The Dreams of Spacemen

Written by Brian Reeves, August-October 1972
Recorded in a New Malden bedroom, October 1973

Another bedroom demo, recorded around the same time as “And I Never Took You To A Festival”.  As with many of these old recordings, the tape was pretty mangled at the end so hope you won’t mind the attempt at masking this in the best way I could.  Hope it doesn’t impair your enjoyment too much.  I 'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has been such a supporter of this page over the last 18 months or so.  Our family has been astounded by  all the support and We need to you all to know that every one of your kind words means the whole world.  You are the kindest of people and we will never forget the support you have given.  You have hearts the size of lions.  It means everything.  Our deep love and appreciation can never be enough to repay you all..
  (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves:  Vocals and Acoustic Guitar

Lyrics:

Knowing love as I do
Yes I’m frightened
Desperate gasps of conversation
Fears heighten
If I’m only the dreams of dreamers
Why am I in isolation?

Seeing life as I do
Yes I’m whitened
Seeking masts on horizons
Pains tighten
If the stars are the dreams of spacemen
Where am I in heaven’s tracing?

I am the hammer on closed doors and windows
Asking the question that nobody knows

Breathing songs as I do
Yes I’m lightened
But they’re only gaps in vacuums
Freak lightning
Inside dreams of dreams of dreamers
Outside schemes of schemes of schemers
Who Am I?


If The Stars Are The Dreams Of Spacemen - Rocky Mountain (1973)

Words and Music Dave Rose
A love song as I am feeling in sentimental mood and why not? 
Lyrics
They fell in love at 16 years of age
When he kissed her cheek and she slapped his face

And though they fight like cat and dog and turn the air blue
When things calm down they feel the earth it moves

It's funny how their stars aligned
Built their own little universe
When their worlds collided

And though they fight like cat and dog and turn the air blue
When things calm down they feel the earth it moves

She is adventurous, he is more cautious 
She is generous, he thinks she's frivolous 
She thinks life is elsewhere
He says it's right now right here
She wants to travel the world
He is more of a homebird....

Venus and Mars
Such is love love love
Venus and Mars
Such is love love love......

Venus and Mars

(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 Dave Rose
For this tune you have to try and picture Trump and Vance doing a little line dance. It’s going to get awkward.

I'll Give It Six Months

(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

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

Hello,
Here are some songs wot I wrote. Mostly recorded at home as a sort of one man band set up.
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.