(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All instruments, backing vox, arrangement, production

I have been trying to play the guitar since the early 70s but even after all this time still don’t think I’m really good enough to actually call myself a guitarist.  I was lucky that there were always guitars laying around the family house and could therefore pick one up any time I wanted and strum away to myself.  Having two older brothers who were semi-pro musicians was also a big encouragement and I used to love going down to see them rehearsing with the band they were in at the time, developing a yearning to join them, whilst never believing it would actually happen.

When I moved into a place of my own, my brother Bri gifted me one of his guitars so that I could play any time I wanted.  I can’t actually remember when it occurred to me that I was actually starting to write my own songs but as I continued to play,  pleasing chord structures just seemed to emerge and I started to sing along.  Eventually, I wrote down some lyrics and gave each piece a title. It became a kind of therapy, channelling a lot of my personal and political frustrations into song but keeping it all to myself.  Fear of rejection ruled my thinking for some time.

That I managed to overcome that, tentatively recording a few songs onto cassette and sending them to Bri & Gal turned out to be one of the best things I ever did.  I’ll never forget them calling to say they thought the songs were great and that we must get together to rehearse and record them. 

So that’s how Root Division became an actual band.  We drafted in John Palmer, who had played bass in the band I used to see rehearse all those years before and soon after, there we all were in my living room, recording my songs onto Bri's four track reel-to-reel machine.  It all seems pretty stone-age now but it sounded bloody great to me.  

Those first sessions were recorded in a house on the edge of a school playing field (I was the groundsman) so we could make as much noise as we liked.  Later on, we gravitated to the attic of a house Bri was sharing, going on to record 13 songs and having a blast in the process.  The memories I have of those days still loom large in the memory.  Days full of wild ideas and even wilder laughs.  Days I will never forget.

In all the nostalgia of yesteryear, we mustn’t forget Hans Albers, who has once again produced another brilliant arrangement.  I cannot ever thank him enough for everything he brings to these songs.  Thanks to you all for listening.  Your encouragement means everything.  (Terry Reeves)

Head in the clouds nowhere to go
Empty room with guitar solo show
Playing demo of songs for reaction
Cathartic moments, hidden rejection

Searching for a root division (Dividing dreams, finding truth)
Searching for a root division (Concerts in telephone booths)

Expressive words tried to be taken
Spying musical notes not unshaken
Hopeful moves toward a joint decision
Holidays end in disappointing collision

Searching for a root division  (Dividing dream, avoiding life)
Searching for a root division  (Cutting sharp, use surgical knife)

Writing words with a political slant
Separation of four directional plants
Playing music with family heroes 
No thought of ending with ‘Another Zero’

Searching for a root division (Dividing dream, avoiding truth) 
Searching for a root division (Finding time, a musical sleuth)

(Never expected my brothers to call...)
Searching for a root division (repeat)
 
Live band recording reel to reel tape
Buzzing feeling with a chance to escape 
Start to finish our music engagement 
All on my own to a foursome arrangement

Searching for a root division (Dividing dreams, avoiding truth) 
Searching for a root division (Keeping time all under one roof)

(It’s time to get the band out of bed…"Come on John!")     
Searching for a root division… (Repeat to end)

SEARCHING FOR A ROOT DIVISION - Cripple Club & Hans Albers

Sisley Jam Cloud Transition

With winter weather approaching in Pennsylvania, USA, we decided to make a hypnotic kind of track to take us into a deeper, more rest full sleep... for those nights the brain gets too busy in thought. Repetition of certain patterns of numerics are known to subconsciously have the brain "tune out," if you will. Thusly, this track was born into creation. We hope you enjoy it. Please do not drive or operate machinery while listening to this track in a lower frequency than most radio music. Please listen to it at a lower level than you typically listen to most music and through headphones,(cordless, as we don't want you to strangle yourself if you toss and turn in your sleep!)for optimum effectiveness.

Logic Pro X.
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Rutavala

A song about Orpheus and Eurydice.

https://linktr.ee/unterhvnd

Eurydice

This morning a free improvisation for all of You in the hope of bringing some peace to this world on fire with negative elements.
A simple flower warmed by the spring sun and abandoned to a gentle breeze...
I would like to dedicate this improvisation to the recently deceased Japanese Master Ryuichi Sakamoto, to whom I thought while playing.

Easter Flower

Sometimes it all gets too much
And you lose your head 'cause you're losing touch
And you go to the moon and you dance with the stars
'Cause there's pain that remains in the scars

On Mute

And I Never Took You To A Festival
(Written by Brian Reeves, 1973)

Today, the 22 August, is the saddest of anniversaries.  On this day, two years ago, I lost my dear brother Brian.  This is a bedroom recording of a song written by him over 40 years ago and one I'd never intended to post at all.  However, I thought today might be a good opportunity to give it a bit of an airing.  This is the only copy still in existence, so please forgive the poor recording quality.  Hope you enjoy it.
For you, Bri.  We all miss you so much.   (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves: Vocals / Acoustic Guitar

LYRICS:
The past is over
Be soon forgotten
The ties we had now
Just broken cotton

Auf Wiedersehen
Bonjour my lady
Goodbye Bye Honey
Good Day O’Grady

Drop me a line when you're feeling fine
Seeing the new day will stop your crying

The way you’re feeling
Is just a passage
Through open curtains
To your eyelashes

The past is over
To be remembered
The Summer days are
Too soon Septembered

Drop me a line when you’re feeling fine
I’d like to know ‘cause you’re on my mind

Yeah, you’re on my mind
You’re on my mind (Repeat…)

And sometimes I’m wondering why
We are all such islands lonely
Without the peace that they enjoy
So naked that we hide

And I Never Took You To A Festival (1973) Rocky Mountain)

Lyrics 

Breathe in breathe out
So much to think about
These days and nights 
The darkness and the light
And as we grow  
With everything we know 
Conceive believe 
In meaning that we heed

Deep breathing 
Slow your body down
Keep on receiving 
You will come around  

- instrumental break  -

Breathe in breathe out
So much to think about
But for the grace…
We could be in their place 
We look around
For common fertile ground
And hope to see 
The True humanity  

Deep breathing 
Slow your body down
Keep on receiving 
You will come around  

- instrumental break  -

Breathe in breathe out
So much to think about
These days and nights 
The darkness and the light

Deep breathing 
Slow your body down
Deep breathing 
Slow your body down

Slow Your Body Down

Survival

Confidence Interval

Not Much Of A Man - March 8th

words and music K. Gennery
image not my own

Said the moon to the sky, should I fall down tonight.
With a bang and a bump, celestial slump.
Would you help me back up again.
I need to shine for the world, this hate filled world.

One day it all has to end, back to dust and begin once again.

Ooh, ooh.

Said the moon to the stars, how far you glow.
Though we all hang together, you I don't really know.
Shall we touch base, just incase it all implodes.
And we crash down on the world, this greed fed world.

One day it all has to end, back to dust and begin once again.

Ooh, ooh.

Rain down on me, rain down on me.

said the moon

I grew up listening to all kinds of music. Having Irish parents and older brothers who played a lot of traditional stuff, I guess folk, singer songwriter and trad were my first real influences. Later on I began listening to a lot of 70's rock music - Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple and then Heavy Metal, Punk and New Wave plus some good pop music. I went on to form a rock band back in my home town of Reading and played around Berkshire and occasionally London for a few years.

Some years later I became interested in home recording. I started with an 8 track DAW progressing to a 16 track and later Logic Studio software. I then began recording my own songs and tunes. I sent some tracks to music libraries/production music companies and Boosey & Hawkes amongst others offered me a publishing deals. 

In the last few years I've been writing and recording songs for Mishaped Pearls, a very unique folk/world music band which I formed with Manuela Schuette, a mezzo soprano who sings in seven languages. We have a 7 piece band and have released four albums over the last few years. The latest 'Shivelight' has won many album of the year awards including BBC Merseyside and has garnered high praise in the press including 4 stars in The Guardian, The Telegraph and The Scotsman as well as numerous play on The BBC. The band has played many festivals/concerts/gigs all over the UK. We also toured the Auvergne and Lot regions of France.

I still continue to write for music libraries and now have a Masters Degree in Music from Goldsmiths University.

Slow Your Body Down

Ged Flood

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