Quite an enjoyable song, Joe! I am behind on my listening due to working on my own stuff.

Wounderful song, great vocals and job 👍👏

ironical but very true.. straight out of real life..great job,Joe

Great vocals and lyrics Joe, you are a great songwriter!

Another nice little tune here with a memorable chorus.  Cheers.

Short and very sweet. Great lyric and excellent personal delivery Joe. Love your style.

Der Hunne Vol2

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Eight Ball In The Side Pocket

I’m not the kind of guy who wants to settle down.
I’m not the kind of guy who wants to stick around.
But when you call my name asking me to come
I run and I run and I run straight back to you. I run and I run and I run.
I’m trying not to let you carry out your plan.
To turn me into a domesticated man
But when you call my name asking me to come
I run and I run and I run straight back to you. I run and I run and I run.
I was just another fish swimming in the sea.
The you reeled me in an made a meal of me.
I was a like dog with no home who was running wild all alone
I was living my life wild and free and like animal control you came and captured me.
Now you’ve got you in your shelter and you’re taking good care of me. 
Your passion makes me swelter but sometimes I wanna be free.
I’ll be your private Casanova tonight.
I’ll say all the things that will make you feel alright.
But when you call my name asking me to come
I’ll run and I’ll run, and I’ll run straight back to you. I’ll run and I’ll run and I’ll run.

Run 2025 Version

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/dR5vMkboQXQ

Rempli     (Translated after the French text )

Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Poitrine contre poitrine,
ma chair contre ta chair,
je me souviens d'un silence rempli de ton sourire.
Au seuil de l'horizon .... vivent mes songes
et nos premiers regards. et nos premiers regards.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Il n'y avait aucun enjeu. Aucune honte et
le vent nous portait.
le vent nous portait.
Là bas vit ma jeunesse remplie de ton sourire.
Là bas le temps ne passe pas. .. ne passe pas.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Au seuil de l'horizon, vivent mes rêves.
Et le temps infini.
Et le temps infini

Filled

Chest against chest,
my flesh against your flesh,
I remember a silence filled with your smile.
On the threshold of the horizon .... live my dreams
and our first glances. and our first glances.
I hadn't embraced any body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
There was nothing at stake. No shame and
the wind carried us.
the wind carried us.
There lives my youth filled with your smile.
There time does not pass. .. does not pass.
I had embraced no body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
On the threshold of the horizon, live my dreams.
And infinite time.
And infinite time

Rempli avec Muette

L'homme éteint

This track was the very first song I joined the Soundcloud community with, a year ago. This song started an amazing journey through which I met many amazing musicians, better and better songs. I am grateful for the force that led me here. In the early days, I was just trying to find my own style, and my studio was still in its initial form. Now, a year later, I have rethought this track. Listen to it with the same love as I made it.

Gray something MKII

If there was only one thing we could do? Electronic music with guitar and vocals. Art work : some of my photography

One Thing

Neli CoKo - After The Storm

Cinematic and Orchestral Music
Picture by MarWin55
Franck C Production
Music by Franck Charles
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB4QzfTFg8A

Expedition

Ever read the ingredients list on your soda bottle and thought: “This is basically my Tinder profile in chemical form”?
This song is for all of us who like our love calorie-reduced, EFSA-approved, and shelf-stable until the end of time.

It’s Grapefruit from the lab. It’s Niacin in your night dreams. It’s Aspartam in your heartstrings.
A bittersweet hymn to artificial romance, sung with jangly guitars, post-punk sighs, and indie swagger.

Perfect for:
🥤 Reading nutritional labels like holy scripture
🏙 Daydreaming about tropical beaches in the middle of an industrial estate
💔 Falling in love with something that doesn’t actually love you back — but tastes amazing

Warning: May cause uncontrollable toe-tapping and a sudden urge to thank your local chemical engineer.

Lyrics:

Ich les’ das Etikett wie ein Horoskop,
da steht mein Schicksal: Kalorien im Notstand.
Vier Süßstoffe und ein bisschen Fruchtkonzentrat,
schmeckt nach Tropenurlaub – aus der Fabrikstadt.

Vitamin C, B6 und ein Schuss Niacin,
und wenn du willst, kriegst du auch noch Biotin.
Nur kein Zucker, dafür Aspartam,
das ist keine Liebe – aber nah dran.

Und die Sonne scheint durch Plastikflaschen,
und mein Herz schlägt im Acesulfam-Takt.
Ich brauch keinen Fruchtsaft,
ich brauch nur den Geschmack…

🎶 Das ist alles, was ich will –
ein bisschen Grapefruit aus dem Labor.
Das ist alles, was ich will –
künstliche Küsse in mein Ohr.
Das ist alles, was ich will –
Citronensäure im Sonnenschein.
Alles, was ich will –
soll künstlich und unsterblich sein. 🎶

Kaliumcitrat, das klingt wie ein Song,
den nur Chemiker im Sommer singen.
0,3 Gramm Zucker – ich fühl mich so frei,
und doch so wunderbar gefangen im Einerlei.

Sie sagen: „Das ist gesund, im Rahmen der Norm“ –
aber mein Durst ist längst außer Form.
Ich trink die Wahrheit aus PET,
und frag mich, was davon im Körper überlebt.

Und die Welt dreht sich wie Kohlensäureblasen,
ich seh’ mein Leben in Aspartamfarben.
Kein echter Saft,
aber ich spür’ den Saft…

🎶 Das ist alles, was ich will –
ein bisschen Orange aus der Maschine.
Das ist alles, was ich will –
Süßstoffträume in der Vitrine.
Das ist alles, was ich will –
Natriumcyclamat in der Nacht.
Alles, was ich will –
hat die EFSA für mich abgesegnet, sacht. 🎶

Oh Baby, gieß mich ein,
in dein Glas aus Zeit und Schein.
Oh Baby, mach mich klar,
so wie Wasser ohne Gefahr.

Wasser, Kohlensäure, künstliches Paradies,
ich weiß, dass du mich nie verlässt –
weil du niemals schlecht wirst, niemals gehst,
und niemals echt bist.

Das ist alles was ich will

Songs with a twinge of humor (and some a bit more serious).  
I do not use AI to create my songs. 
Recently I have had the urge to pick up my guitars (Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire) and I have been trying to use more guitar in my songs.  
My go to .vst plug ins are  EZkeys 2, EZ Bass and  EZ drummer 3) and my DAW is Logic Pro 11. 
I welcome your comments and enjoy listening to all the great music on SoundCloud. 
All songs are originals and copyrighted.

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