In The Main Waters

Skylines A Voyage Of  The Drone /Interlude\The Artic Circle

Skylines.. A Voyage Of  The Drone /Interlude\The Artic Circle

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Verse Vox
Gary Reeves: Chorus Vox / Drums
Hans Albers: All additional instruments, Arrangement & Production

New video on YouTube:   https://youtu.be/3R60fl4jCms

As a devout atheist from my early years I have consequently chosen not to believe in anything that doesn’t have a justifiable or logical explanation. The concept of luck certainly comes into that category as it seems to suggest an exterior force as it’s cause, something I simply cannot accept.

But even non-believers talk about luck being either for or against them, throwing spilled salt over their shoulders or not walking under ladders, because these have become part of everyday behaviour or  language, dictated by habit more than any sense of logic.  The terms in this song all relate to some mysterious good or bad vibe, including - and I’ve known people who actually do this - which direction in which your bed might face when you’re asleep.

Although also a devout atheist, my brother Gal is a good example of such habits, often using the term “Touch Wood” if he wants something to happen in his or our favour.  I think he inherited this from our Mum, who used to say it all the time and would go as far as trying to touch something made of wood to complete the ‘spell', not always easy in what had become an increasingly plastic age.

Despite all of the above, I think Gal must have been ‘Touching Wood’ when he first formed a friendship with Hans, because I’m still not at all sure that we deserve to be associated with someone of such proficiency, consummate talent and innate kindness.  Some may say we have been very lucky.  We have certainly been exceedingly fortunate, which is just about as far as I’m prepared to go.  Whatever your beliefs, we hope you enjoy the song.  (Terry Reeves)

I’ve stopped walking under ladders
Avoiding cracks moving like the clappers
No early birthday wishes giving all the best
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces west

Chorus:
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone

Don’t wear red in storms but wear a hard hat 
Using chopsticks making sure to lay them flat
No facing or broken mirrors back and forth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces north

Chorus

No singing at the dining room table
Avoid spilling salt keeping body stable
The horse shoe upwards by word of mouth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces south

Chorus

Thirteen numbers or a whistle inside for waiting
Dialling 666 getting straight through to Satan
Keeping all doors open not upsetting man or Priest
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces East

Chorus

TOUCHING WOOD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Take the lead
Through the wilderness
Through the seas
Fill the deserts full of acacia pine and cedar 
There together for us to consider

I’ll be there
Cypress trees and mountain air
In the place of mourning an oil of full gladness
A beautiful headdress instead of ashes 

Mountains high
Change darkness to light
Show me ways that I cannot see
Paths hidden from sight
Adonai
Coastlands calling
I will keep falling
Under the trees down on my knees
You’re the Highest High 
Adonai

Vipers egg
Spiders weave and spin their web
Still I’ll break fourth into singing
You are watching 
No more weeping
You are coming 

Holy One
Look at what Your hand has done
No we are not forsaken 
You will Strengthen  
Open eyes up
 Lift our faces

Mountains high
Change darkness to light
Show me ways that I cannot see
Paths hidden from sight
Adonai
Coastlands calling
I will keep falling
Under the trees down on my knees 
You’re the Highest High 
Adonai

You’re the Highest High

Highest High

Snowflakes dancing in the wind they're beautiful crystal structure

Snowflakes In The Wind

I saw you one day drinking coffee and 
penciling words on a page
Thought maybe she’s writing the passages 
or acting them out on a stage
Its clear from your efforts and focus, you’re
sworn to the oaths of your art
Since you’ve been sharing your pain with me
Its torn me apart

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

You told me the roots of your storyline
Had me perched on the edge of my seat
I said you could stay on my sofa 
Just till you got on the soles of your feet
I fell for your naive anthology
I got lost in the pink of your hair
and woke in the fog of the morning 
when your things weren’t there

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

Ghosted

My latest song is called Domino.  Here is a link to a cool Youtube video of the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSYZOCuMwfw.

David Husted is a singer/songwriter from Maryland and he loves to create original music on a regular basis to share with you.

Visit my home website at:  https://davidhusted.com for more music
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My Youtube Channel is at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoY7 
Domino
by David Husted
Copyright 2021

The way you smile      
chase away        
Long, long miles 
and I'd start today
I’ d walk 10,000 miles
and when it's time to ante up I'll say

I'm all in

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

How will you know when
How will you know when
How will you know when
How will you know when  

I’ d walk 10,000 miles for you; it's true
I’d walk 10,000 miles for you

I'm all in

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

{instrumental}

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

{I'm all in now instrumental}

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

Domino

3 DEC 21

homestead

The Cave
Part of the Playlist Mystic Places https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/mystic-places
December 2021
Duration: 3:55
Photo of the Waitomo Caves
For strings, flute, bass flute, piano, cloud chamber blowls, percussion, field recordings from the Waitomo Caves and other virtual instruments.
The limestone caves at Waitomo in New Zealand are a series of long passage tunnels eroded by water across aeons. The ‘Voice of The Spirit’ Cave is driven by the infrasonic pulsing of a distant subterranean river system which produces the deep vibrating voice at the cave entrance and creates nodes of vibrations within the large cave called the Cathedral. The Waitomo Caves, with it's mysterious stalactites and stalagmites, are renowned for their glowworms that light up the cave ceilings.  Glow worms are fascinating creatures, they only live up to 2 weeks after coming out their cocoons and are eventually devoured by their young.

The Cave

Song composed during an artist residency with the Fredericton Arts Alliance, 2021. Guitar music performed and composed by Bryan McDaniel. A song about the resiliency of the human spirit.

Glacial Melt

V1: Down by the Labrador
Icebergs, 10,000-year-old glacial giants
Snow white to deep aquamarine
Floating down the current to the warm gulf stream

Icebergs are edges of glaciers
Broken off and slipped into the ocean
90% below the surface of the sea
As deep and as hidden as a secret me

V2: Down by the Labrador
Icebergs, frozen giants, compressed snow and water
Crevasses a deep blue
and volcanic eruptions encased in ice cold.

Ocean currents hold me, waves forever blow me
As long as I am deep blue
Try to stop explosions, wind forever blowing
Ocean currents growing too.

V3: Far from the Labrador
Icebergs run aground and begin to start melting
Growlers by the shore
The water that is melting innocent and pure

I feel the force of currents,
my inner momentum
Ice bergs are unstable
but that’s not my story

Melting ice is stronger
Melting ice no longer
I become the ocean
By a warm gulf stream.

Glacial Melt

Nostalgia

Is there anybody out there?

Feverently denying taught religion, even though it brings you comfort. Extolling Darwinian evolution, whilst feeling comforted by phones, Fitbits and myriads of bio technologies.

Consciously avoiding the group photograph's, then pondering where you are when you see the resulting masterpiece. Ever wondering which action makes you more human.

comprehending inhumane, but struggling to grasp human.

Sometimes the human touch isn't enough.

My children seek blankets or cuddly toys to comfort them. When I seek comfort/familiarity or reassurance, music offers me warmth, either listening to, or recording. 

Thank you for sharing your music, or listening to mine.

I'm very lucky. ☮️

Ode to peaceful

Visit davidhusted.com to encounter my music in a deeper way.

Deep bow of gratitude to you for giving my music a listen, for liking, for commenting and/or for sharing when any given song resonates with you.  You help create a community that lifts music out of the nooks and crannies and allows it to be heard a little bit more than it otherwise might have been.  Thank You sincerely for that. Gratias tibi ago; Pax!

I love to create music.  It is really that simple.  

Dave