i said i couldnt write any more spontaously two more poped up  igoing to see how far i can go

I luv the licks and tone of the lead guitar

Definite cool :) !!! AAA (Amazing As Always) !!!

Love the slide guitar - catchy beat and fab lyrics

Very good personal voice and excellent musical playing.

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

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Youtube Video:  https://youtu.be/b70uQ3Xycyc

WE WANT TO FLY 
(c) JunkHeap Jul 21 2022 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Thinking about the day 
and feedin' on the summer vibe, 
do you feel it?

Later that night I need some sleepin',
crawl into bed, soft sheets are cheering.
The pillow says hello,
and I fade below.

Someone waves to come along,
through a field, beside a pond.  
It's idyllic. 
Jump up high, and say goodbye
flying up and out of sight.

Hit the clouds.
In the clouds.
and there's the sun.
and the beautiful Earth.
For all it's worth,
in this day and age.
Turn the page
and you see the rage.

it's all sort of malign.
Politicians turn a blind eye.
They don't have the fortitude
to satisfy all our needs.

We want to fly.

Sitting on a beach near Naples;
Standing in Krasna Square;
Meet some people at the Pyramids of Giza;
then hit downtown NYC and see its flair.

Dreaming of a simple bliss, 
where I feel her lovely kiss.
But a dark flows in so slowly,
blots out the light, 
and I feel people want to get away.

We want to fly.

We Want To Fly

The gentle tone of the Strings and ripples will heal your heart. 
Music that allows you to forget all your worries and relax. Your mind will be stable and you will feel sleepy naturally, and you will feel better and wake up in the morning. Music that makes you feel at ease and happy even a little, free from various troubles. 
Healing music that makes you feel peaceful.

Healed In The Forest

Choppin. With  Kensuke Kotori

NB: The germ of this song about my father, our relationship, and his unexpected passing in December, 2022, came about from listening to Garddwr Porffor's instrumental track, Tune for Mam and Dad, which he wrote to commemorate his parents' passing about five years ago. As the song had no words, I asked him if he would be okay with my transforming it into a piece about my father, and he kindly consented, and subsequently added its beautiful and sensitive introduction, and adjusted aspects of the track to serve the prose and my voice. 
Although I still feel like a magpie stealing a shiny treasure and making use of it for myself, this feeling is mitigated somewhat by something @garddwrporffor once pointed out... that collaborations are magic, as they transform one thing into something entirely different! 
His original track is available to listen to here, with the note he added, "Fathers day today, remembering my lovely father and mother.": https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor/tune-for-mam-and-dad-remaster

Instrumental, Production & Mix by: @garddwrporffor
Vocals, Vocal Melody, Lyrics by Nadia Selvaggi

Eulogy for a Father
by Nadia Selvaggi

Golden-haired cherub on a glass plate 
his boyhood's thorns to shape my fate
The branch extended over oceans
he refused to take
A life lived for himself alone
he did make

The warmth of his tone
spun from a frigid heart
Replete with resentment
kept us apart
The whisper of a bond
strengthened only by death
And the blood of his seed flows on

Ancient memories flicker and storm
becoming parables for the world
Providing comfort
softening sorrow's shadows
Set adrift upon waves of time's passing

Eulogy for a Father by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi

Youtube music video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0okRYhkARyc

Not so much to say about this one. Just started it on a sample I found and it turned out to develop into a real nice song. Hope you'll like it!!!
Dedicated to 💚

Written and produced by Deep Sky Musics
Vocals royalty free from Splice

Back to You

Stephen a.k.a. @texmex-shaman and I have worked on some epic multi-artist collab tracks before (like The Holy Dumpling), but this is the first time that just the two of us have worked together. I came up with the beat and synths and because of the dubby kind of style I thought it was just dying for some guitars. I was stoked that Stephen agreed to take a run at this and even more so after hearing the results! The mixing on this one is a joint effort too.

Watered Down - w/ TexMex Shaman

After listening to this incredible guitar piece, I instantly connected to it. I'm grateful for Nenad agreeing to let me collaborate. We hope you like it!

Original guitar and composition by Neno J. @user-442202241:  

Writing and vocals Dylan White 

Lyrics

He thought he was invincible
She thought she was immune
Love it found them in the dark
It found them out too soon

Love was unavoidable
She said she didn't care
He hid his head beneath the sand
And it caught them unaware

When love unfolds
There's no control

A glance, a smile, a kiss, they found love, chased dreams, vowed to never let it die
A love so blind

A dream, a life of love, they held on, pulled through, always giving it a try
A state of mind

They fell on to hard times, they fell so so hard
They failed to see the signs, and they fell apert
Alone and on their knees
Their love had just deceased

Clinging to the love they knew
Fighting in despair
Love had taken everything
There was nothing left to share

Pain is unavoidable
The heart can feel old
Love takes a lifetime to be learnt
It's not a story quickly told

Quickly Told Story (Collab with Neno J)

Bogus Fortune Teller

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Steve Roy (Canada) Electric Bass. Fender Rhodes Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Godin Nylon acoustic Guitar Rhythm. Gibson SG Electric Guitar Rhythm. String Quartet, 1st & 2nd Violins, Cello, Bowed Acoustic Bass. Tenor Saxophone solo. Vibraphone solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Flute solo. Trap Drum set Full kit. Percussion Tambourine, Ago go bells. 22" Zildjan Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Release Me

Rain Flower 2

Over the years a lot of people have asked me what this song is all about … and when I say “a lot of people”, I mean … hardly anybody!   Actually, I can't recall anyone ever asking me about it.   Oh well, I'll just get on with it then.

mastered by Glenn Kleesh

Lyrics:
	step into my parlour said the spider to the fly
        so I walked through that door and you know the reason why
        when I came to my senses I was back on the street
        it can happen to you because it happened to me
	yes it happened to me, so it can happen to you
	because it happened to me, I really do believe it can happen to you

	it happens on the carpet when you’re in the mood
        it happens when you dress up, it happens in the nude
        it happened to those kids, Romiette and Juleo
        what they did on the Titanic I think the movie shows
        that it happened to them, and it will happen again
        yes it happened to her, and it happened to him

        if you walk into that parlour and you don’t know what to do
        just remember some like pink while others prefer blue
        it happened to King Arthur when he met Guenevere
        it happened twice to Lancelot, and that was rather queer
        but it happened to them, and it will happen again
        yes it happened to her, and it happened to him

Autobiography of a Lab Rat

Step Into My Parlour

free download

singer/songwriter from Yarra Valley, Australia.   Struggling as much with modern times as with times past.   I guess that makes me a chronic struggler.

Step Into My Parlour

Ken Minty

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