That was a fun listen. Do you have any future plans for it such as putting it out on an album?

loving the dreamy guitar riffs and mellow vocals, really smooth and relaxing track

yes Ingvar, ánægjulegt á mörgum sviðum, ef ég má orða það þannig

not sure about the extra silence at the end but loved every sound before that. the riff has a hint of fast car by Tracey chapman about it and is a real earworm one that you find yourself humming as it goes. top tune

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

A powerful and tricky track in a 7/8 - 4/4 mixture. Brian McDonald made the fine rhythm track and everything else, so  I had to add but some woodwind notes and blow, well, a storm out of my 10m... Copyright 2022 Brian James McDonald & Hoon Toons Publishing(ASCAP)

Love is complicated

Love Is Complicated

(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

Out of the Box August 2022
It’ all going wrong…

System Malfunction

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Hey you

Know your worth

Choose you and never abandon yourself for someone else. Let how someone else treats you be about them and not about what you did wrong. You are worthy of love and should never settle for less than what you deserve.

All too often we blame ourselves for how we are treated, but people show us who they are and when they do we have to believe them and not place blame on ourselves when people are unkind to us.

This is just a friendly reminder from someone who has walked this path and learned a few things along the way 🙂

Much ❤️ 

Mandy Alicia

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Shut And Lock That Door

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Another track from my EP "Short Songs For Tall People"
Lyrics:
You say your name is society and you think you’re sick?
Sit down, patient, and I’ll examine you!
Uh huh, just what I thought:
That complexion of yours--grey as a flophouse bed sheet.
Your breath--reeking of smog and sewer gas!
Headaches? What do you expect, with nothing but cash registers clanging inside your empty skull?

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I howl, I scowl
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

Of course your stomach hurts!
You’ve swallowed too many dreams, too many hopes, and turned them into one gigantic ulcer.
Look out—your hands are trembling—any minute now and you may drop a bomb!

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
Steely Dan's a dildo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I play pinball
I play Pachinko
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

I’ve got news for you, society—you’re not sick, you’re dead!
Solid Baby!
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

And I’m going to bury you and dance the twist on your grave!
Solid Baby!
(Punctuated by finger snaps and applause.)
Audio clip from public domain movie "Big Kick"

Beatnik Daddy-O

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

This is my first attempt at recording a guitar instrumental with a stereo matched pair of small diaphragm condenser mics. Hope you like it!!

Firelight

Original song inspired by the question what if someone like David Bowie never found his way to his muse. How many wonderful gifts remain in the hearts of their creators never to be seen by the world?

Lyrics
He wears a suit that never fit him and it's sad to say it fits him worse now
He has no clue of how to change it so he silently puts it on every day
He used to think his life would burn so brightly Now he tells himself what a joke he really is
Still a voice cries from deep within Come on Man I’ve always been here

He wears a suit that never fit him and the world just shrugs
Another mumbling voice in the wilderness against this world’s din
How can we fight for every square inch of land but for our own people not give a damn
Still even with all odds against it beauty finds a way to shines

How can we calculate the loss when a wildflower never blooms
How can we measure the loss of a genius that the world never knew

He wears a suit that never fit him and I hope he finds his way out
Cause there are empty places in our psyche waiting for his touch
Let’s pray he finds his way through the maddening maze to the place where his muse waits  
So that we can find one more place to rest in this parched land of ours

He Wears A Suit

Found my sense of peace 
Never found another reason to release 
And it’s sent me to my knees
So it seems
I sent a misle to the center of my dreams
Cultivating all my energy 
Like sense a feel 
keep my mental in a place that’s hardly real
Feel a deal of pain 
Like an addict tryna strike a deal
All my thoughts and actions leave me burning running from my passion
A small amount of crashing

Broken all my bones
Said I’ll hit you back I’m thinking leave em at the tone 
I don’t know
Slowly lay in wake
Couldn’t feel my thought erase
Hear em shatter on the floor like a vase
It’s lonely days
Feeling like I’m running in a daze

All this craze over feelings
That ain’t ever make em safe
I told her sorry babe imma need a couple minutes
Left me at the window looking in but never wit it
Send the shot I bit the bullet
Blinded by the stop 
Uzi gripping looking thru the dot
Shaggy headed mop
Said a lot
I took away his tongue and now he looking for some chalk
This the lost cause 
Lotus steady sending shots 
Sent em photos in the gauze
Can’t afford to take a pause
Put my mental on a cross
This that shit they never want
Fighting for my memory 
I can’t ever be forgot
It’s over when I make em clot

CLOT

fridur110490@gmail.com Head of hydrus is a one man band and all the songs are recorded through mbox by me at my home,
and my intention is to record them in studio later. https://www.facebook.com/HeadofHydrusband/

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