Brilliant and very enjoyable session! So creative and pop sound!

Always so surprisingly inventive and experimental! Stunning bass playing my friend!

Love these sounds!   Killer bass up in there. Nice track

LET IT COME TRUE WITH TIME

if it aint no fancy diamond ring
i can give you everything you ever wanted
i say if money aint yo thang girl
i can give you just what you need

just say gimme some more 
just say gimme some more
they call it givin it up,
I call it love

she said "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

her hot tires come screeching down my driveway
honey i can smell dem brakes from here
she sit up on my lap and wrapped her arm around me
and starts to whisper in my ear

she says "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"they call it givin it up,
you call it love"

she say "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

20 years now and she's still calling out my name
she never found a good reason to leave
floor joists bowing and bout to have to buy a better bedframe
girl don't let me breath

she's like "gimme some more"
she said "gimme some more"
"they call it givin it up,
you call it love"

"gimme some more" 
"gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

Busted Bed Frames

Written by Terry Reeves
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, Arrangement & Production

SC Version Video: https://youtu.be/uHu4SAWhysc  
Dark Version Video: https://youtu.be/AZQoKfJCTYA 

You may be wondering how this song acquired the title it did.  These very words were actually said to me by one of my wife Jo's three long-standing and very close friends.  Over the years, they had all entered into long-term partnerships which, for differing reasons, ended very sadly, resulting in them being left on their own.  So I was, in a manner of speaking, last man standing.

When they needed a male presence, I was volunteered to help in a variety of ways, e.g. being a pretend boyfriend when one of them was being pestered by someone in whom they were not interested.  There are many more instances I could recount, some of which were definitely in the ‘very unusual’ category but I was always happy to be of help if I possibly could.  Besides which, they often turned out to be exceedingly amusing.

Fast forward a few years to when I was diagnosed with MS, which brought about a condition called Trigeminal Neuralgia, causing pain the like of which I’d not known before.  After a spell taking hefty painkilling drugs that basically turned me into a kind of zombie, my MS specialist suggested ‘Gamma Knife Procedure’.  

This involves (and I kid you not) a metal helmet being screwed directly into your skull at four strategic points, rendering your head totally immobile so that radioactive rays can, with pinpoint accuracy, be fired at your Trigeminal Nerve.  It is indeed a singular sensation to feel blood trickling down your face as said helmet is fixed into place but the benefits that ensued were more than worth the temporary inconvenience.  I was pretty much pain-free for the next two years, after which it did return but all things considered, was extremely pleased with the result.

To celebrate, a dinner party was thrown in my honour, a splendid time guaranteed for all.  It was here that Jo’s friend, whose husband had sadly died, uttered the immortal phrase.  It caused much laughter, as it rightly should have.  I wasn’t in the least offended and, anyway, my very first thought was “What a great title for a song”.

Once again, deep thanks are due to Hans for not only producing two brilliant versions of this song but videos to go with each (links above).  The man has a depth of talent of which others can only dream, myself included.  Thanks so much for listening.  (Terry Reeves)

I was invited to a party
I tingled with the chance
To talk about the future
Step in and out of the past
Who’s that man in the corner?
Wearing a helmet on his head?
This is just my day wear
The gamma ray gun Doctor said
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who smiles and has no fear?

We talked about the weather
And laughed about the grass
The world is tasting plastic
And it doesn't seem to last
Who's that man in the corner? 
With the radiation smile
The glow won't last for ever
Why not enjoy it for a while?
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who has ten layers of veneer? 

We shared some special moments
And showed the battle scars
A pigment of growing older
Figments hidden in a jar
Who's that man in the corner? 
Four holes drilled into his head
Tried to screw me to the wall
Keep me standing and out of bed
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who we seem to volunteer?

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who floats in this atmosphere?

Why ain’t you not dead yet?
I may not be really here
If my name gets mentioned 
I want a smile and not a tear

Keep smiling, I want to smile
Keep smiling, Give me a smile
I want to smile, I want to smile
Yeah, smile...

WHY AIN'T YOU NOT DEAD YET? - Cripple Club & Hans Albers (Video links with description)

The vortex that we all have been drawn to. The bottomless pit that you cannot taste or touch. The wheel turns with or without you... You know what the wheel is as well as I do.

I-la-rI (Ilari I. Rantala) - Composed, all instruments, vocals, lyrics, field recordings & drum machine programming.
Artwork and produced by I-la-rI.

© 2022 Ilari I. Rantala. All rights reserved.

The Wheel

Another forgotten song that has been hanging around in my files for some time.  I finally decided to share it with the public.

Sparkling Eyes

Intro:
Since I first saw them
Those eye had me at first glance

Verse 1:
Yes I love those Sparkling eyes
Those deep intense eyes of yours
They send me on wonderful highs
That take everything with no cures

Chorus:
Sparkling eyes
Shining so bright
Helps me realize
Everything’s all right

Verse 2:
I look at them in wonder
They shoot those beams like thunder
When the sun shines 
There are so many signs

Verse 3:
It is their wonderful duty
To make you a beauty
They are what make you 
such a fabulous brew

Sparkling Eyes

Mythic Paploviante 2022 / Open Collaboration
Music and Mix Paploviante
Logic Pro X
BPM 95
Free Download
The track is downloadable as a mp3 file!
You can complete what you want!
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!

MYTHIC - Paploviante-Open Collaboration

Mexico is considered the most dangerous country for reporters outside a war zone. 14 journalists killed this year, and counting!

Dedicado a esos periodistas de México, y de muchos otros países, que han sido asesinados haciendo su trabajo, ya los que continúan a pesar de las amenazas de violencia!
Dedicated to those journalists from Mexico, and from many other countries, who have died violently doing their job, and to those who continue despite the threats of violence!

A special thanks to Ale Destiny, whose vocals added so much to this song. Listen to her latest song "Vincent" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfa7jjZoK0U&list=OLAK5uy_kwTdpzKWQbJ5Xm05Ok3ulGPmfAm_xv7s8

"La violencia contra la prensa en México no da tregua y en solo seis meses, lo que va de 2022, 12 periodistas han sido asesinados en el país, según el recuento de organizaciones como Artículo 19, Reporteros sin Fronteras (RSF), el Comité para la Protección de los Periodistas (CPJ, por sus siglas en inglés) y el que registra CNN."
(The violence against the press in Mexico does not let up and in just six months, so far in 2022, 12 journalists have been murdered in the country, according to the count of organizations such as Article 19, Reporters Without Borders (RSF), the Committee for the Protection of Journalists (CPJ) and the one recorded by CNN.)
― Rocío Muñoz-Ledo: 4 Julio, 2022, CNN Español

“No society can be free and fair without journalists who are able to investigate wrongdoing, bring information to citizens, hold leaders accountable and speak truth to power.”
― UN Secretary-General António Guterres

Journalists ... have been killed ... in a lot of places where hard rain falls. As readers or journalists, we honor them when we remember that their dying was not part of a plan to make the world cheaper, baser, or dumber. They died to bring us the truth.”
― Pete Hamill (journalist, novelist, essayist and editor)

Lyrics
Aunque sea esto lo último que escriba…. ¡No voy a rendirme!
(Even if this is the last thing I write... I'm not going to give up!)

In the freezer of my fridge
Waits an impression of my teeth
To identify my mutilated remains
If they hear you’re asking questions
See their names in big bold captions
There’s a deadly bullet waiting with your name …….. your name

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’m married to death,
Hand in hand we stalk the streets
The camera clicks to capture the grisly trail
I try to find humanity
In this crazy, cruel insanity
I can’t tell if I succeed or if I fail …….. if I fail

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’ve lost so many friends and colleagues
Shot or stabbed or hacked to pieces
By cops or gunmen from the narco
Leaving stains like scarlet day-glo
Craven silence in high places
Bought by money with no traces
No justice for those brave cold corpses
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

credits
from the album Urban Tales, released February 28, 2022
Track released July 16, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Ale Destiny
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by Mizter_X94 from Pixabay
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Urban Tales

Lost in hard rain down in Juarez

Buy now at Bandcamp

Lost In Hard Rain Down In Juarez (ft. Ale Destiny) 5 Stars/Highly commended rating in the UKSC, 2022

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Vorlon Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 - Drums & Percussion Ideas
She/Her Janine Levinson @janinelevinson - Vocals & Ideas 
Tiresias Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

Pronouns [Let Me Be Me)

She 
He
She 
He...

I don’t want this
I do want that
I don’t want that
I do want this
You call me he
I call me they
They call me him
Let me be me
Or be him...

She Him They Them
She Her Me Him
He Her She Him
Why not be him?

Let me be me
Let me be me
Let me
Be me
Me

© July 2022 Phil McWalter

Pronouns (Let Me Be Me)

Spotify

(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

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/jaime-pas

"J' aime pas quand la tartine tombe parterre du côté confiture
Ca m' rappelle que j' vais mourir un jour
J' aime pas les polochons, les chaucidous, 
Le saucisson aux choux et les chats qui sont trop mignons
J' suis pas à l'aise dans mon époque,  j' suis engoncé comme dans un froc
Bien trop serré pour mes petites breloques
J' rêve d'espace et d'impatience le soir sur le pont de mes souvenirs
J' aime pas l' béton, les sarcophages, j'aime pas les cons ni l' maquillage
J' aime pas les autres et j' m' aime pas moi
Ca fait beaucoup oui j' suis d'accord, Ca fait beaucoup oui je sais bien, 
Mais c'est comme ça.."

J'aime pas

Anywhere

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First song written produced and recorded by Jeffrey Lasky in Twenty years.  Jeffrey Lasky all guitars.  Cover art and concept by Joshua Lasky

September Twenty-Fifth

Finally working the Volca Drum back into the mix after not having used it for a little while. I like the lofi effect it gives the drum beat. With this track I leaned a little heavier into the Vital VST I've been experimenting with, also used the old minilogue and microfreak. Thanks for listening!

Homeostatic Imbalance

Ghost Dub

Emiliana - Ketlersax

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

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