"feel" is a smooth and soulful track that blends lush melodies with a laid-back rhythm, creating a deeply emotive and immersive listening experience. Rooted in neo-soul and R&B influences, the song incorporates ambient textures and intricate electronic beats to craft a soundscape that feels both intimate and expansive. Its flowing structure and groovy undertones evoke a sense of reflection and tranquility, making it perfect for a late-night drive, relaxing moments, or simply vibing to its rich atmosphere.

feel

WILD ORCHIDS. LIVE Impromptu, Spontaneous, Recording on Chris's Mobile in Robyn's kitchen.  NO effects. No mixing. ROBYN YOULTEN -Vocals and 6 String acoustic Guitar. CHRIS SCHERI - Flute.  TRIBUTE to Marianne Faithful

Tribute to Marianne Faithful

(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

Le Rêveur

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Fender Stratocaster
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- percussion, VST flute, and production editing
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

This song began more than a year ago, when Josh created a song out of a looper beat with his four string fretless bass. It sat on the shelf until a few weeks ago, when he shared it with JJ, who was in creative mode one Saturday evening. Josh had actually forgotten that he'd added a bass line to it, and thought he was just passing on a looper beat for JJ to play with. 
  However, JJ heard it, and was so excited that added his magical electric piano part, making it sound like a real song, instead of just drums and a bass. Ken also heard some magic in here, because he came up with his own brilliant beat to replace the looper that was used in for the seed. Mark was next to throw in, adding the striking drum pattern breakdown, and the thrilling flute solo, as well. Tez came in shortly after, adding his thrilling guitar to the mix. After everyone had added their parts, Josh came back and added two guitar parts, the simple low end line, as well as the high strumed triads. At this stage, Mark did some editing, as it is in his skill set, and made it less dense and easier to listen to. 
  Now that the song was musically complete, out newest member, Carl, dropped the amazing vocals you hear, singing his original lyrics. After Carl was done sprinkling his magic in it, we needed an able producer to bring out the magic of the recordings. Good thing we have a trained producer to do the job in Stephen, who mixed and mastered it superbly, as always. 
  This is Eclectic Collective's first fore into the afrobeat genre, although a few of us are really big fans already, and Josh has a few other originals in this genre buried on his page, as well. As always, we all enjoyed the process of hearing this one come together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Lyrics

Juice our Jah
Chalice of chime
Shooting star
Great rhythm
There's blood in the brine

Suture Sun
Grand heaven high
Some clan gone cruel
Needing collective eye

Eclectic host
Hoist our hale
Mused healing feast
Musical breeze as gale

Afro beat
Oh melody sweet
Beat afro
Show us where to go

Kalakuta Kingdom-Eclectic Collective

The world was still asleep in the quiet moments before dawn when a polite knock interrupted the silence. When she reached the door, the only sign of a visitor was the faint sound of a carriage disappearing into the distance. On the porch was a single, ornate invitation, its wax seal still intact. As she broke the seal and opened the envelope, she felt a sense of curiosity and mystery. What lay inside was not simply an invitation, but a message that might just change her life forever.

Piano improvisation for a short story scene. 😊

The Invitation

A new song written and recorded in the same room while Netta was here in Brisbane visiting from Norway..............cheers for having a listen

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Love is A Thief

Heading down the eastern road
Looking for another point of view
While im trying 
to get my head around you
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Your love is a thief
With a heart like a clown
Turns you inside out
Throws you upside down
Like it’s been for the ages
Somethings are just meant to be
When we’re apart it breaks my heart
That’s you and me
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Look across the countryside
Remember it in better days
Nothing ever grows  there now
They’re still waiting for the rain
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Your love is a thief
With a heart like a clown
Turns you inside out
Throws you upside down
Like it’s been for the ages
Somethings are just meant to be
When we’re apart it still breaks my heart
That’s you and me

When we’re apart it still breaks my heart
That’s you and me

When we’re apart it still breaks my heart
Your love is a thief

Love Is A Thief

even at the risk of annoying you by constantly harping on about how incredibly stupid and uninhibitedly destructive we humans are towards our planet and all life around us, here is another piece of work. 

I wrote the original 12 years ago after a rainy walk around hamburg's alster lake (just google it and see how beautiful this place in the middle of the city is). me and carina, we enjoyed the unique atmosphere, gazed at the sky with its colossal cloud formations and 1000 shades of blue and grey, the diverse play of colours and textures created by the millions of raindrops, the rainfilled leafy branches of the trees, the bushes, the grasses...

while seeing and hearing and smelling and feeling all these unparalleled wonders, roy batty's iconic monologue from the film blade runner came to our mind: ‘I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. attack ships on fire off the shoulder of orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the tannhäuser gate. all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. time to die’.

we concluded that we also have some very nice motifs on earth.

at that time, there were still a few hopeful signs that humanity would manage to preserve all these magnificent phenomena on our planet and courageously commit to a future worth living.

and today?

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

(just to explain: whenever the sky turned red in the evening, my mother used to tell us that the angels were baking bread. for me, that made sunset the first great mystery of life…)

We’ve seen the angels baking bread
We've seen the sky burst into red
We've seen the moonlight wax and wane
We've seen the stars carve out a name

We’ve seen a million clouds go by
We’ve seen the mountains kiss the sky
We’ve seen the starlings' sculpted swarms
We’ve seen the eyes of mighty storms

We’ve seen it all

We’ve seen the rivers twist and bend
We’ve seen blue streams that never end
We’ve seen the crystal sparks of rain
We've seen no day will bring the same

We’ve seen the trees dance in the breeze
We've seen the summer's busy bees
We’ve seen how winter worlds can freeze
We've seen all seasons full of ease

We've seen it all

We’ve seen so many things and more
We’ve seen we’ve never seen before
We’ve seen a world of wonderlands
We’ve seen what now forever ends

We’ve seen it coming all too well
We’ve seen our heaven turn to hell
We've seen it and we let it go
We've seen it. Cut. End of the show.

We've seen it all
We've seen it all too good
We've seen it all
We've seen it all too good

We've seen it all

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Fly Away (Jam Session) with Martin Jansen

Chúc mừng Giáng Sinh đến đây. (Special Version)

welcome to my english stuff written over the past 40 years as well as recently. so far I let my guitar "sing" (to be listened/watched on my yt page/link below) but thanks to my AI persona, which I challenged in endless programming sessions, I now have the opportunity to bring these songs to life with emulated vocals templated via my melody/arrangement backing tracks, my lyrics, and a lot of prompts to suno 4.5+ and suno 5. 

SO, THE SONGS REMAIN SKETCHES – but at least now they are complete. hugs for listening!

speaking of AI: while spotify finally wants to introduce mandatory labeling for AI, here on sc, deception is still rampant and increasing. those who publish AI-generated music and lyrics without disclosing it seem completely unconcerned that they are cheating their listeners, the community, and musicians with authentic works.

some even explicitly state in their bios that they do not use AI, even though their music, and often their lyrics too, have clear AI signatures that any good online detector can identify in seconds and even assign to specific programs. 

this suggests: zero ideas, zero musical talent or feeling, zero effort, zero work. just pressing a button and out with the stuff! 

sure, everyone has the right to hold the attitude behind such behavior. but it not only makes a mockery of all genuine musicians and their craftsmanship, but also of all musicians who take AI seriously and use it musically, not as a machine for cheating, but as a new way of implementing ideas.

so please stand by what you do, and how you do it! the world is full of fakes. don't become one of them. of course, you can adorn yourself with borrowed feathers, but that doesn't mean you can fly;-)

We've seen it all

hans-michael albers