Nicely done, beautiful voice, musicians...

Beautiful piece 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 🎧 

nothing but soul in your voice. what a great song

Wow,what a beautiful,well-constructed song.Matches the emotional content perfectly.

Your songs and voice are mesmerizing...glad I found your music!

#2 track from my Album "Stone House Stories"

©Louise Bruce 2021

Lets Pretend

Reasons Why
11/12/2021  All rights reserved

The reasons why we turn away
From all that’s seen…
A complication for another day
And the lies between…

The living daylights up the darkest night
And places we have been…
Raise a glass to our prosperity…my friend 

The reasons that we go out late 
And stay too long
A complication for another day
What could go wrong…

The vapid prattle and another beer
As the clock strikes half past two
Tell me everything I long to hear, would you…

In the season of obscurity
Lines will fade
A complication for another day
We’ve got it made

The living daylights up the darkest night
And places we have been…
Raise a glass to our prosperity…my friend…

The reasons why we turn away
From all that’s seen…

Reasons Why

Lyrics

Don’t want to be sat here

Goldfinches on feeders, in the winter sun
You’re sat by the window, watching as more come
I’m sat looking at you, quiet in my chair
Questioning my commitment, wondering if I still care

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels, for far too long?
My broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

The old dog keeps on scratching, he whines and then he sighs
And you bark questions at me, but never wait for my reply
All patience I may have had, its gone and now I know
We’ll suffocate and fester and our resentment will just grow 

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels, for far too long?
My  broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

Let’s give it up
Lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here, mean and bored
Lets give it up, lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here anymore

Solo

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels for far too long?
My broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

Lets give it up, please lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here, mean and  bored
Lets give it up, lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here anymore

(Come on come on)tell me 
tell me what you want 
Yeah, tell me what you’re thinking 
 (repeat and fade-out) 

James Whiteman Copyright 28 January 2022

Don't want to be sat here

(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

some songs come into this world a bit depressed........this is one of them, with a bit of light..................thanks for having a listen

Going Down

What absolute joy I have been able to experience in recent weeks by working together with these three eminent musicians, composers and producers.
Dan-DT, Ed Cunningham and David Dunham. It's the first time all four of us have collaborated and the result is "The Quietude".
I am very honored, and filled with joy!
So a very warm thank you gentlemen for your generosity and friendship. ;)

Since the theme of this song is the "inner stillness" we all need sometimes, there is also a video for this song on my youtube channel. Please watch it as it adds another dimension to these gentlemen's eminent musical abilities. ;)
You can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxFYED8OEeQ

Many thanks Dan for the very beautiful and appropriate track image you created!

We wish you all a moment of "inner stillness". ;)

Listen to more of Dan-DT's wonderful music here: https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3

Listen to more of Ed Cunningham's wonderful music here: https://soundcloud.com/westtracksmusic

Listen to more of David Dunham's wonderful music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

The Quietude - Dan DT, Ed Cunningham, David Dunham, Seagull

(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

Summer Breeze

Wait another day
To say goodbye
Just choose another face
And give it anohter try

Though I know your battle is at it's end
I am not oke losing a friend

Now I keep on wishing 
For you
To see the sun
One more time
And then the moon

One more time
One more day
To stay

I know you said,
That you wanne stay
But not in the way,
You are today

That is why it's better to say goodbye
That is what you told me, that last time

Now I keep on wishing 
For you
To see the sun
One more time
And then the moon

One more time
One more day
To stay

Goodbye - Original Song

Photography, psychology
Writing songs and praying for peace

But I fell out of love
With all of me
But I fell out of peace
With all I see

Now I pray to god
For what it takes
For just one day
Without my pain
Without my shame

Childhood fears and breakup tears
I got some good friends
And the whole world ahead

But I fell out of love
With all of me
But I fell out of peace
With all I see

Now I pray to god
For what it takes
For just one day
Without my pain
Without my shame

And I know what I gotta be
And I know what you're gonna say
Be patient

Photography, psychology
Writing songs and praying for peace

But I fell out of love

Breakdown - Original song

12-4 (Produced by Dé Von)

I cant remember a time when music wasn't a huge part of my life......    I am not a purist to any one genre.   If the music is heartfelt then I love it.  I write about my experiences and feelings, as well as what I observe in other peoples lives. Thanks to all the musicians out there who are  listening to my songs and giving me your positive feedback, as well as inspiring me with your own beautiful sounds.    What an amazing music community SoundCloud has turned out to be.  
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Lets Pretend

Louise Bruce

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