Mixed for Lillithe

A new modern dress for a reel i wrote years ago, enjoy my Tin Whistle! Check out brand new video of this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=p07Xg5C7SUo

Borozo Reel

check out the a cappella
https://on.soundcloud.com/iV7FV

you can  also listen on YouTube 

https://youtu.be/yPYilvMyINk

Just a reminder that you are wonderful just as you are

Chorus

Be yourself
Don't hide
Don't pretend
And ride
Down that road
That's old
Try new
Don't hide
Be you



Be Yourself

About Your Love

Phoenix Lights

This is a song inspired by current events not about a current war but all wars ..the only way for the human race to survive is to try and live in peace and harmony and respect all living creatures..
lyrics
I dont want to live in a world like this
everyday on the outside getting hard to exist
running out of fuel ..they keep raising the prices
theres a war down in europe and i know we are in crisis
we need a solution/to put an end to all wars 
dont need these dictators or what they are fighting for
telling you and the others/how to live your lifes
all there dirty agenders on the edge of a knife

What if your country changed and lost its peace took center stage
and all the guns and arms were gone to love you all and sing some songs
WHAT IF ? there was no police and protests to take belief
surrender all ye fellow men lay down your arms and start again
dont let the weight of this world
rest on your fate or what you been sold

I dont want to see all this pointless suffering
dropping bombs and killing and nobodys gonna win
tell all the people its for freedom of the land
and the media machines are there to take your hands
Dont need these intruders/invasion of the skys
guns and blood and tears now /open up your eyes 
no care for environment. no fear takes the blame
all for gas and religion we dont think the same 

live together in harmony rest together in peace
respect every living creature try and find a release
lay down your arms my friend what you fighting for
theres no winners on the edge of abyss of a stupid war
written and produced by Jim Manser 2022
support AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL UK and help people who are victims of war

What if

What If ?

The Blob that ate East Texas came from south South Houston. A chemical processing plant disaster victim? An outer space monster mutant? Or Her Majesty's baby daddy out and about in his underpants again? No one knows for sure. 

In this chapter, the Texas National Guard, armed with the latest in laser beam weaponry provided by Texas Instruments, pursue the mad green shape-shifting semi-gelatinous monster toward Buffalo Bayou.

Texas Instruments, for all your lethal and nonlethal laser beam and laser blaster needs. 

Admiral Krank and His Mo Sheen

The Blob That Ate East Texas (Blob Theme 1)

Wrote this in an attempt to convince myself that I'm not alone. 
‘Winging it’ is a phrase (circa 1885) used by performers ‘depping’ for someone in the theatre, learning the part in the wings before going on stage. 

Photograph: Jess Dixon in his flying automobile.
https://youtu.be/qaWy1qJbmZY

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

And I don’t mind 
Admitting it
I once had a plan 
But I’m not sticking to it
So easy to drift
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone's Just Winging It

Your True Oedipus Complex

The instrumental track is courtesy of Arma Ignifera :
https://soundcloud.com/herronsound/truenameopencollab
...which is the open collaboration version of this track : 
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/your-true-name-arma-ignifera-and-myrh
Effluence has graciously provided the vocal track : https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/1174/oedopious-complex-by-effluence-80bpm-jazz-acapella
Special thanks to Arma Ignifera, Myrh (taRka) and Effluence.

Your True Oedipus Complex ~ Arma Ignifera/Myrh/Effluence (Mahan Mahan Remix)

Foxtrotting Rainbows

A beautiful day and the sun is shining down
Those golden rays help to wipe away the frown
Keep the vibe high
Don't let a 
Thing pass you by
A beautiful day , A beautiful day

winkandwoo 2022

A Beautiful Day

VANITAS VANITATIS PÂTURE DE VENT
ON SE PREND POUR UN ARTISTE
DÉBORDANT DE TALENT

MAIS COMME DIRAIT LA PALISSE PÂTURE DE VENT
VANITAS VANITATIS ON A LE NEZ DANS LE NÉANT

UNE BRANLETTE À LA NARCISSE
UN COMPTE EN BANQUE EN SUISSE
ET ON SE CROIT SORTIS DE LA CUISSE
DE JUPITER DIT JOVIS

MAIS VANITAS VANITATIS PÂTURE DE VENT
TOUT LE MONDE N’EST PAS ELVIS
ON A LE NÉANT DANS LE SANG

UNE BRANLETTE À LA NARCISSE
TON NOM AU BOX OFFICE
ET PUIS SPLASH DE PROFUNDIS
VANITAS VANITATIS

VANITAS VANITATIS PÂTURE DE VENT
ET COMME L'A DIT JÉSUS CHRIST
QU’ÀS TU FAIT DE TON TALENT ?
AU SUIVANT

VANITAS VANITATIS (Lyrics)

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #07 album)

Good morning all you wonderful music loving people. And what a beautiful Monday morning it is; made all the better by this enticing new track Clive (https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo, https://audius.co/winkandw00) and I just finished. It’s our first collaborative effort; and the results are spectacular, if I do say so myself.

As to the backdrop for this piece... it feels surreal, traversing this world of sleepers, lost in their own self-created daydreams and nightmares. It’s a bizarre balancing act, wanting to play a helpful part in this underground movement of consciousness and unconditional love, while also trying to accept that there are many who simply don’t want to wake up from this troubling dream. But in the end, our fate will be shared across the entire planet. And the full range of choices must be recognized and honored, for this grand adventure to play out to its fullest potential.

The old saying ‘It is always darkest before the dawn’ seems like an apt concept to focus on these days. And it’s helpful to remember, great beauty can still arise from the murkiest of waters and most inhospitable of soils. Times might seem dark right now, and we are most definitely heading toward some unprecedented troubling chapters. But it is still just a story; the human story. And we all get to chose our roles, and play our parts. I’m personally quite fond of the ‘kindness and compassion’ approach myself. But there are as many roles to play as there are humans on this planet; so choose wisely, and follow your bliss. In the end, that might be all that matters. 

Clive and I hope you enjoy our first collaborative effort, ’Stay Asleep’. :)

PWWO07

Stay Asleep | winkandwoo & GrevusAnjl

Coming from a bright coloured light- and peaceful world beyond 
Travelling because you follow the calling.
And yes the traveller will find realms of shadow and darkness to cross on the way. Welcome to life on earth.

Composed and produced by Deep Sky Musics

Across the Shadow

Thrift Shop Treasure

(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

Three Amigos

Experiments

So Nervous When The Trip Starts

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 07/2022.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

An Electro-Jazz track inspired by one of the very 
beautiful photos brought back by Julie during a recent 
trip to Tanzania.
Many thanks to Julie.

Une piste Electro-Jazz inspirée par l'une des très belles 
photos rapportée par Julie lors d'un récent voyage en 
Tanzanie.
Un grand merci à Julie.

Savanna

Quand l'esprit fusionne avec le corps!

When the mind merges with the body!

Mind's ouverture

Mind's Ouverture

(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