LA TABLE DES OMBRES ( Extrait )

The sudden death of rock drummer Taylor Hawkins (Foo Fighters) prompted me to write this song. While preparing for a live performance, life may abruptly end, symbolized by the lyrics “a snare without a rhythm”.
Arpeggiated flat5/major7 chords open the song, creating an uneasy feel as if something is about to happen. The unexpected song's ending symbolizes that “fate cut another ribbon”.

Fate Cut Another Ribbon

(Song Terry Reeves, Lyrics Janice Slater)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Vocals, Congas, Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Cover pic from Janice Slater's personal archive.
Arterial-flow – Rive-gauche
australianjazzrealbook.com/artists/janice-slater/
bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/
www.reverbnation.com/janiceslater

I arrived in London in early ‘71 and landed on the Holland Road, Shepherd’s Bush not long after.
My good pal Julie Lewis (from Durham) with whom I’d worked with in Sydney, had digs there and invited me to stay. Nonetheless I found it a challenging place to be after Sydney, Summer, beaches, family and gigs. Amongst Julie’s record collection was Nick Drake’s 'Bryter Later' which brought solace to me as I often felt very alone and completely at a loss as to how to navigate London town.

Years later I was to learn that Freddie Mercury was living just a few doors down from us on the Holland Road...no I never knew him...but when I wrote the lyric it seemed apt to pay homage to Freddie and our collective dreams. I’m so happy with Cripple Club’s interpretation of the lyrics, bringing to life a musical collage that depicts the highs and lows of living on the Holland Road through my first cold winter! From my heart; thank you Terry & Gary Reeves; you are two soulful & gifted brothers; I feel so indebted to you both and to Hans Albers for his powerful musical contributions. Thank you, everyone, for listening. (Janice Slater)

Having been such a good friend to us over the years, it has been such an honour to work with Janice on this song. It is dedicated to every one of the beautiful friends we have made here on the Cloud. Thank you all for the support you have given to our music. The last ten years have been filled with such wonderful memories. Much love to you all. (Gary & Terry Reeves)

I’m standing on the fraying edge
Of golden russet gown
Everything’s evolving
Spinning and turning my head around

A familiar voice insulted
And 'Bryter Later's so understated
There’s evidence of a circumstantial nature
But once again, I don’t feel the danger

(Spoken) But now I’m declining all invitations...

I hear the doorbell
But there’s just a stranger
Standing on the fraying edge of fear
Of a city without pity and you’re not near

Freddie he’s walking
Heading down the street
Just like me
The snow and sleet under his feet

Oh but we’ve yet to meet
Looking down the Holland Road
Nobody can see us
Standing on the fraying edge

(Spoken) I was just like you Freddie, looking for that song...

Or three or four
We are looking for salvation
On the Holland Road
And Shepherds Bush Station

Freddie he’s still walking, heading down the street
Just like him, singing music for trick or treat

(Spoken) Oh but we’ve yet to meet…

GUITAR BREAK

(Spoken) Just around the corner from…
Portobello Road
On the fraying edge (repeat x 8)
Of a fraying town

THE FRAYING EDGE - CRIPPLE CLUB, HANS ALBERS & JANICE SLATER

Let´s Share A Smoke

Another woman died in a Doorway on our busy shopping streets over the Christmas period. She was an Irish woman from Cork in this instance. There are so many homeless people in our city streets, and I observed that almost all the sheltered Shop fronts in the city have people sleeping rough every night. The frost has set in and the nights are bitterly cold and my heart goes out to all those poor people who have to sleep rough. This song is in Memory of the woman who died in Cork , Ireland. May she rest in Peace. 

In my song  “ Cold doorway Bed “ I have created a fictious woman called" who comes from a war torn Eastern European country and who has ended up sleeping rough. Her husband and Children have been killed and she has fled for her life but ends up sleeping in a doorway on Christmas day. I am trying to draw a comparison between the overindulgence that happens over the Christmas period and the plight of Refugees and homeless people in our societies. Christmas should be a Joyous occasion for us all, the birthday of our Savior compared to the death of a homeless person. I want to bring home this Tragedy in full living Colour for us all to see the reality of homelessness for thousands of people in every country across our planet. 

Johnny Mc Farlane 


Cold Doorway Bed .

She sleeps in a doorway, No crib for her Bed.
No bright light of Silver shone around her head.
She lies in the Cold, the rain, and the Snow. 
All alone in this world she has nowhere to go.

As the bells ring for Christmas, she makes up her bed.
Wet cardboard beneath her, a coat for her head.
As the Cold winter wind cuts her to the bone.
She cries in the nighttime and feels so alone.

As She Cries in the Night,
she prays for a light. 
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light didn’t come.
and she sleeps in the doorway alone.

As she lay in the doorway she drifted away.
She dreamt of her life in a happier day. 
Back When she was a mother.
Back when she was a wife.
Back when she had a family.
 back when she had a life.

But this war rages on and it’s taken them all.
Her Husband, her Children.
But she can still hear them Call.
Still sees their faces when she closes her eyes.
She can still feel their kisses and she still hear their cries.

As She Cries in the Night, she prays for a light.
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light never comes, and she sleeps in the doorway alone.

As she lies in the Doorway 
Her Eyes fill with Tears.
She recalls her Loved ones.
It been so many sad years.
Since she’s held them and kissed them.
Since they all went away. 
As she closed her eyes.
She starts to Pray.

As She Prays in the Night, she prays for a light.
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light never comes, and she sleeps in the doorway alone.





She never woke up, They found her Body next day.
Rigid and cold she blocked the Shop Doorway.
A crowd gathered round to look and to stare. 
The shop wasn’t open that was their only care 
And as the church bells did rang and the Caroler's did sing.
For that poor homeless woman not 1 bell did ring.
Not 1 prayer was said , Not 1 tear was shed.
She died all alone in a cold Doorway Bed.

Cold Doorway Bed  : Semi Finalist in the UK Songwriters competition 2024

Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production
(From the forthcoming album ‘From London To Hamburg’)

Photograph and post production by Dan Duchars.
Hans’ video: https://youtu.be/Lm8WoxCegRE?si=XFq1zX8Gkz3oLDmH

When you’re brainstorming ideas for album covers, you never really think they might involve placing yourselves in the middle of a road as traffic bears down on you.  However, that is precisely what we did.
Now I’m not one to tell tales but it was all Gal’s fault.  He thought our front cover  should feature an image of the entire band, which was quite compelling aside from the fact that we lived in London, Hans in Hamburg and have in reality never met.  But Gal had a mate called Dan (who lives in Norfolk, hence the title), a professional photographer whose comprehensive knowledge of Photoshop could bring the three of us together.
We’d always loved the pre-fame, Astrid Kirchherr portraits of The Beatles, taken during their club-playing, Hamburg days and two of these became our template - in focus subject occupying the foreground, covert and blurred figure (in our case, 2  figures) in the distance.
And so it was that, armed with a pin-sharp shot of Hans, we met with Dan to photograph the background scene which, as outlined previously, was in the middle of a busy side road.  Camera in hand, Dan teetered on a plastic crate as Gal and me  dodged back and forth to avoid a plethora of oncoming vehicles - everything from lorries to mobility scooters - who were, on the whole, very accommodating in the circumstances. Some even smiled and waved - at least I think that’s what they were doing…
We owe Dan so much, not only for his consummate skills and kindness but also for laying his life on the line in the name of art.  This song is for him.  (Terry Reeves)

I met a man called Dan holding a magical light
Viewing future moments, giving individual sight
Shadows from Hamburg, combination of skills
Show London reflection of a figure standing still

Chorus:
A flash of light, picture to follow
In black & white, diverse as tomorrow

Stand high in right places, enchanted vision of art
Friend of ageing musicians, sorcery skills from the heart
A Wizard conjuring cover, Kirchherr’s copy of claim
Painting light into a picture, producing Album in frame

Chorus

Viewing from height - sparks of vision
Seeing it tight - artist precision
Know left from right - avoid collision
Negative in sight - develop position

Chorus

Confidence in commitment, enjoying musical tracks
Working four to an image, platinum vinyl plaque 
Black and white cover photo, a clue why, when and who
Monochrome life connections, enjoy vision past to new

Chorus

A feeling it’s time to give a show
A feeling making history grow
A feeling, a feeling only one way to go
A feeling thinking fast going slow
A feeling Duchars photos will glow
A feeling CC one day will all know

FROM NORFOLK TO LONDON  - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Video)

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

MIDISOUND -https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo
Wrote me this fabulous track to write vocals for , we both do hope you like it 😁
What are they feeding your mind
How are they seeding your kind

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen

Why do they need you so much
When do they get in touch

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen

Midisound/winkandwoo - 2024

Illusion Machine

Illusion Machine - Midisound & winkandwoo

All rights reserved 11/12/2024

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Do you see what could be 
If we work a little overtime 
I can hear the whistle callin me
Don’t slow down or we will fall behind…

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Pack your bags and do not look back….
Everything you wanted, wait and see
Day by day, that’s what they’ll say..
The taste of honey is so silky sweet

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Into The Night

"Para una hijita muy
Amada con mucha
Ternura y serás muy
Recordada y querida
Incondicionalmente
Cariñosa
Irradiarás dulzura con
Amor"

Letra por Teresa O'Higgins Luyo
Música compuesta e interpretada por Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Guitarra eléctrica por Tomás O'Higgins Luyo
Producido en Kolima Forest Studios.

Para Patty✿

Patricia

this music is brought to you by 2 Fender Telecasters( a couple of Stunners) and two guitar players one being the Amazing Stephen Watkins of Texmex Shaman whom also Produced this guitar gem and the other being Myself-- taken from a composition by another wonderful composer and guitarist who wrote this song in the early 70's in another form, but a similar Progression--Hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do!! the drums and bass are supplied by Roland and Boss--
the guitar garden artwork was created by Stephen

Zwiff with TexMex Shaman(original composition by David Williams) TURN IT UP!

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/la-table-des-ombres

Et quand le rideau tombe à la fin du chemin
Il n' y a rien d'autre à dire, y avais rien d'autre à faire
Peut être que demain il neigera sur nos tombe
Prendre place au festin à la table des ombres

Marc M : paroles et musique
Marc M : voix, guitares et programmation

Rendez-vous raté

Movie

This is one of my favourite compositions. 
Knowing pretty well my vocal cannot match that of Jasmine's when the song was first posted here several years back, I still decided to do a version of my own with a slightly different arrangement.
Three songs in a row, the wonderful lyrics by Mellina Barnett. Just see what you think about it.

Merry Christmas and thanks so much for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming :  Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics : Mellina Barnett
Guitar Solo : Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Acoustic Guitar Picking : Jason Roller @Band_in_a_Box
Strings Quartet : Avery Bright @Band_in_a_Box


[LYRICS]
Children are dreaming warm in bed 
So tread carefully as you turn out the lights
Watch the shadows dance around the house
As the clock chimes day to night
Cobwebs shimmer 'cross frozen glass
Breath hangs heavy in the air
Something magical's on its way
If you try hard you can feel her near

Lay down in front of the glowing fire
Pull the blanket around your shoulders
Let the warmth of flames mesmerize
As snowflakes drop in silence
Candle flickers around the walls
Whispering for you to hear
The gentle steps and Christmas bells
As an angel draws softly near

(CHORUS)
Christmas Angel has come to visit
For she heard your Christmas prayers
She danced round the fairy lights
You didn't see her there
She kissed each sleeping child 
Wished them health and happiness
Left a white feather in your open hand
And sang to you Angels blessings

(Bridge)
She stands serene in the frosted night
Translucent with goodness
Marbled in crystal light
And when the Lord calls to her
With grace she has to go 
Sending stars from Heaven
Falling with every drop of snow

Repeat Chorus

Angels Blessings [2024 Version]

Gaz Brownie:  Lyrics, Melody, Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass at Vestervang, DK

Thanks so much for this brilliant collab, Gaz! I' m more than happy!

Whiteheat Happiness  ft. GAZ BROWNIE

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement and Production

Reaching the age of 60 can signal a difficult time in one’s future life but may also, if you so choose, be a time when there is much to which you can look forward. My wife Jo was 60 earlier this year and wasn’t wholly enamoured with the idea so, as a family, we decided to make it extra special for her. If anyone deserves to be spoilt rotten it is she, having had to put up with me for 37 years along with being the most wonderful Mother to 3 fantastic children. Our family means the world to her, especially since we were blessed with 2 beautiful grandchildren and what she loves most of all is having them gathered around her. Over the years, we have followed the Reeves’ tradition of making Christmas a time to push out the boat in right royal fashion and as soon as December begins our house is festooned with lights and decorations, creating a party atmosphere that stretches right into the early days of the New Year.
In the lyrics, you’ll find many references to moments that always bring a certain Yuletide brand of merriment. For example, our Golden Retriever, ‘Prince’ Marvin The Magnificent’, makes it his exclusive responsibility to collect Jo’s slippers as soon as her back is turned. Try as you might, he won’t let you have them back until He decides the time is right (see cover pic). For myself, I take on the combined mantle of Court Jester - without fail, the same jokes every year folks - and Dextrous Magician (hence ’Abracadabra!’). I have recently discovered a new audience for these sleights of hand (of which they never seem to tire) in the shape of said Grandchildren, Richard and Theo.
We eat and drink our fill, we laugh and we sing, for even in a world as mad as this there is always room for a month of unbridled fun, so you’ll certainly get no apology from me! If you can imagine such a thing, this year we have decided to crank things up a little to make it extra memorable for Jo, starting with this special song to celebrate all of the Christmas days she has known. She doesn’t know about it yet so let’s hope it’s the catalyst for her best one ever. For me, I’m sure they must all have been memorable, merely because Jo has been there to see them.
Sincere thanks to all our loyal, generous listeners. Hope you all have a Peaceful, Relaxing and above all Happy Christmas & New Year!
ABRACADABRA! SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS!
(Terry Reeves)

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Sixty four to a twenty four phase
Family singing classic hit songs
Melodic vibes, help Jo party long
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Repeat the Father Christmas craze
Dressed in red with individual style
A gift for Dear Jo and a family smile
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Experience a life of generations
Family growing with imagination
Sixty Christmas Celebrations
Giving all our love for inspiration

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Making sure the groundhog behaves
Repeating good times, fun we have
I think we’ve heard that joke before, Dad
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Deja Vu theatre of Panto plays
Shouting out loud “it’s behind you”
Prince Marvin knows, Jo fits the shoe
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

Celebrating Sixty Christmas Days
Entertainment in grandad’s matinees
Abracadabra, another magical spell
Rich and Theo know but never tell
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS
ABRACADABRA! ABRACADABRA! ABRACADABRA!
SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS

SIXTY CHRISTMAS DAYS - CRIPPLE CLUB

SHE WANTS ME NO MORE 
         THIS TIME IT’S FOR SURE
                          IT’S THE SONGS I SING 
                                   THEY’RE NOT SINKING IN…   NO MORE 

    I’M STUCK IN THE STRAITS
           WITH A BOAT ABOUT TO BREAK   
                         IN THE GUTTER I’LL BE  
                LOOKING FOR THE LOST PARTS OF ME 
                        THAT’S WHERE I’LL BE  
                                  WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE… 

PLEASE THROW ME A ROPE
AND PULL ME INTO PORT
A PORT THAT’S STILL WELCOMING
SOMEONE LIKE ME, SOMEONE LIKE ME…

           IT IS WHAT IT IS, WHAT WILL BE WILL BE 
                      STILL LOOKING FOR THE LOST PARTS 0F ME …

The Lost Parts of Me

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/lia

Je bat mon créateur sur son propre terrain 
J'inventerai les règles, je choisirai la fin
Et quand lui joue sa vie, moi je ne m'encombre pas
D'amour et d' égo
Demain je règnerai parmi tout les drapeaux
Lui si grand, si petit, le poète du monde
Le peintre de la vie, l' inventeur de la bombe
Le vivant achevé dans les pas de son Dieu
Appelant au secours
Demain sera trop tard, sera son dernier jour

Lia ( Extrait )

a very spontaneous, shitty recording with kids on fx.
original: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UcU04NGMQb8&pp=ygUXZmx5aW5nIGJ1cnJpdG8gc2luIGNpdHk%3D

sin city (flying burrito bros. cover)

a blues track with a dark story line...

#blues #texasblues #southern #serialkiller #regret #garymoore

****LYRICS****

Wake up broken again,
Stumble round for my keys,
Get in the car,  crawl for couple miles,
The Heavens heavy with ill ease... 

Ohhh oohhhh what kind of life is this.....
...
'Penny for your thoughts' I hear a voice say,
As I knock back another round,
Beer with whisky side, 
Pretty soon I'm going go be gone!!!!! 

Ohhh oohhhh what kind of life is this, 

Lights fade and the room spins,
The booze doing its thing,
Come around in a dark room...
Feeling kind of sick ...
My hands and feet are tied,
Oh Lord, I think im in real deep shit 
Yeaaaaaah yeaaaah 

All my misgivings right before my eyes,
In the hands of the unknown,
'Don't you worry you won't hurt no more'..
A voice says to me,
Forgive me Father for i have sinned...
And then he plunges the knife into my skin...




LA TABLE DES OMBRES ( Extrait )

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