FLOCK IS NOT AFRAID OF A PURPLE TOMORROW

Wilted

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

READ THE ACCOMPANYING POEM HERE >> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-gravedigger/

All drums and percussion: R Thomas
Guitars, synths, scraping sounds, vocals, bass, lyre, slide lyre, lyrics: PS Perkins
Mix and master by PS Perkins and R Thomas

E'en that...

Who'll supply the shovels used to split the sacred soil?
And who will help the spirit shuffle off this mortal coil?
Who'll embalm the body, who will mummify the husk?
And who will sail the flaming ship into the drowning dusk?

And who will dig the grave digger's grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will bury them?

Who is going to drive the hearse and consecrate the wine?
Who is going to build the box from the gnarled and knotty pine?
Who will be the artifex to decorate the tomb?
And who will bribe the jackal waiting at the gates of doom?

And who will dig the grave digger's grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will bury them?

E'en that...

"In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet."*

But age, with it's stealing steps
Hath clawed me in it's clutches
Age, with its stealing steps.

E'en that...


*From Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 5

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Grave Digger

Whatever you say 
say nothing

is a poem by Seamus Heaney 

'When I was a child' - 1 Corinthians 13:11, read by demonic mass murderer Anthony Blair

Whatever You Say

"Purple Night" Feat. Cecilia

To listen to Cecilia's music on SC : https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia/tracks & https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/tracks

On Bandcamp : https://specialcecilia.bandcamp.com/

Artwork by Sylvia Ritter 

Purple Night Feat. Cecilia

Musique / Music: Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover: Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics:

Foule le seul
endroit où les fleurs ne fanent
fouille le seuil
étroit : des pleurs y flânent
étouffés par le froid dallage
de l'âge

Sous les cimes
et les racines
des os se terrent...
Passe l'aïeul
qui sous son marbre se masque
s'étiole

Sous les cimes
la tristesse décime
des visages austères...
Passe la veuve
grise... les larmes la marquent
l'abreuvent

Graveyard

Graveyard [Ootol and Lukowig]

So juicy and so purple black
Profusion in the mortal stack
Relentless in their silent March
To dominate the universe
With a vengeance few can understand

Dilitants with good intentions
Were enlisted and abetted
The invasion from the Himalayas
Where they landed long ago
From the planet of the purple berry
In a tiny spaceship made of Gold

Sent by cosmic tricksters
With intellect and agendas
Way beyond our comprehension

Now they're in my backyard
Now they're at my door
Razor canes drawn for battle
Like Neolithic Swords

Some say the Cobbler makes it worth the Risk
But I'm not so shore.

Planet of the Purple Berry (Himalayan blackberry)

ME & MYSELF
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N3NU2j2fdY

I'M HEARING A SOUND AND IT'S LOUD 
AND IT'S CALLING AND SHOUTING TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORDS OF A SONG ALL ALONG
THEY'RE ALL RINGING YOUR NAME

MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING
I'M HEARING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
MAYBE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF

THE LIVING THE LAUGHING THE TALKING
THE CRYING IT COME TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORD'S THAT YOU LEFT
NOW YOUR GONE AND IT'S CLEAR TO SEE

I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
I BELIVE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF
(break)
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING

SO DEEP IN THE NIGHT AND IT'S BRIGHT
AND IT'S LIKE IT'S SHINING ON ME
I'VE BEEN RIDING THE TIDE IT'S SO HIGH
LIKE A KITE I WISH YOU COULD SEE

I SEEING SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
IT'S ONLY SHINING ON ME AND MYSELF

ME AND I

ME MYSELF I

ME AND MYSELF

ME & MYSELF (see info for video link)

I modified my 7-string electric guitar to somekind of baritone guitar changing much thicker strings as normal. All of the strings are now wounded and the guitar is therefore tuned lower than normal.
There is only neck pickup and I played the guitar through Boss GP-10 via Behringer UMC404HD into the tabletop.
So, this was pure home "live" recording without any post repairs.

7-string jam 30092022

Watch the video on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XKWXagB3Cs

Music & Production by Hobocop
https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Vocals & Art by Cosmic Keanu

FREE D/L On Bandcamp
https://cosmickeanu.bandcamp.com/track/not-so-afraid

Not So Afraid

What can I say 
I don’t know what to think
Can’t shake this feeling
It overwhelms me

only solution
Seems to be
just to run away

That’s the way
I’ve dealt with
Everything before

every time 
I feel the fear 
and want to run away
I think of you
And I’m not 
so afraid

This tide incoming 
it feels so hopeless
There is no reason
No sense of purpose

pushed around so long
By things we can’t change
We feel abandoned
life has no meaning

that’s an illusion
Things are deeper than
we can ever know

There is infinite joy
Beyond understanding
Beyond the senses,
Living in the truth

Achieving this
no higher goal
grounded in being, unshaken
In pain and sadness

Content with whatever
unattached to pleasure
Gain true freedom
Enter absolute joy

Let go of attachments
mind grounded in the truth
At peace forever
Completely absorbed in God

Belief without faith
is a quagmire of doubt
never satisfied
In this world or beyond

Let go of attachments
mind grounded in the truth
At peace forever
Completely absorbed in God

every time 
I think of you
I’m not 
so afraid

Video

Not So Afraid (Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

Noodling around with a little repeat phrase on a felt piano, it decided it wanted to be this.

Passage

Wild avian goings-on at the spooky house on the corner.....

Flock Horror

Piano: Debra Buesking. Voice: Oddrun Eikli.
cover design: Debra Buesking. 
https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Please listen to Debbie`s wonderful music at her site at soundcloud.

Thank you from my heart Debbie for the JOY working together with you.

"Embraceable You" is a jazz standard song with music by George Gershwin and lyrics by Ira Gershwin. The song was written in 1928 for an unpublished operetta named East Is West.

Embraceable You. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

In The Corner Of The Night

I’ve crossed many rivers 
and seen many things
I’ve Travelled many roads 
and once had wings
I laid down on a couch 
in a grove of trees
By a pile of rocks 
and dreamed a long dream
A long cool twilight 
passed like a tunnel over my head
Strange creatures followed me 
but I couldn’t hear what they said
I made a fire 
from my memories and dreams
And warmed my bones 
under the silent moonbeams
I’ve crossed many rivers 
and seen many things
I’ve Travelled many roads 
and once had wings
I can see 
a faint glow 
of light rising 
in the sky
I think it’s probably 
time to say 
time to say
goodbye
I can see 
a faint glow 
of light rising 
in the sky
I think it’s time to say goodbye

I've Travelled Many Roads And Once Had Wings

True love never fears, but conquers hate, discrimination, and envy.
-RW1989
Composed and Produced by RunningWolf1989

True Love Never Fears

Modes About Me - Homunculus - B b major - 111 bpm

Music/lyrics: Composed, written and performed by Mark David McClellan

Lyrics:

Nowhere is a good place to start
I'm at the park on the swings in the dark
This isn't a bad place to be
Cause I'm mad and I'm bored and I ran out of weed
Moonshine can really move the stars
And the spiders weaving down
Are bound to leave scars
Take another swig 
Cause I came here to get lit
I came here to get lit

Modes About Me Pt. 1

Homunculus

The second movement of a suite for violoncello and piano. Written in 2022 february. A meditative and dreamlike mood let me write this piece. A short escape away from the bad news, to get new trust in future.

"Aeon of decision" For Violoncello And Piano Mvt 2

WRITTEN/PERFORMED by: DOMINIQUEFRENCH
INSTRUMENTAL PRODUCED, MIXED & MASTERING by: IPG1
VOCAL ARRANGEMENTS BY: IPG1 & DOMINIQUEFRENCH

CLING (ON MY MIND)3-31-20 COLLAB: with IPG1 &  DOMINIQUEFRENCH

I start this new album with better sound by means of one of my more beloved and evolved songs ever, a structured piece with progressing parts.

LETRA   /   TRANSLATED LYRICS:

BIEN, MAL (LLUVIA VIEJA)    /   WELL, BADLY (OLD RAIN)

Sí, no, ¿por qué no?   /   Yes, no, why not? 
estoy pensando que esto no es lo mejor.   /   I am thinkinkg this is not the best.
Bien, mal, ¿tú qué tal?   /   Well, badly, what about you?
de repente me he puesto a pensar.   /   Suddenly I have started to think.

El tiempo esparcido entre mis amigos   /   Time scattered among my friends
 es el más valioso cuando estoy contigo.   /   is the most valuable one when I am with you
Los ratos vividos estando contigo   /   Moments lived being with you
 son reconfortantes cuando estoy perdido.   /   are comforting when I feel lost. 
Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos,   /   I must search for them among my friends
tengo que encontrarlos, pero ya se han ido todos.   /   I must find them, but they are all gone already.

Fumando   /   Smoking 
tras los cristales   /   behind the windows
mojados de lluvia vieja.   /   wet with old rain
Recuerdos   /   Memories
 que me llevan flotando   /   carry me floating
 a estar con ella.   /   to be with her

Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos.   /   I must search for them among my friends

Tú, yo, ¿qué sé yo?   /   You, me, what do I know?
está lloviendo pero tengo calor.   /   It is raining but I feel hot
Qué, quién, ¡mírame!   /   What, who, look at me !
soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.   /   I am still who you started do love

Soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.  /   I am still who you started do love

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Bien, mal (Lluvia vieja)

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