(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
You're not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

Timeline
(Verse 1)
Timeline
Can I solve the puzzle? Does the answer even exist?
Is it abstract in the making 
options, choices taken 
where’s the voices?
It’s a cruel game we’re playing, 
did we ever have a choice?
never had a choice is what I’m saying
I know, the question as well, as the answer 
in time we’ll all understand the meaning as well, 

(Chorus)
the only answer is, 
the truth is infinity, infinity is the truth, 
the answer is the question, 
and the question is the root
why so absolute 
not to mention a reason to be, 
existence is infinity, and the truth will set you free, 
never before, never before 
infinite, choices…The answer is …more!

(Verse 2)
What was done in the past
Effecting us now,
 we walk different timelines,  But they’re way ahead …how?
Time vibrates, like tectonic plates!
Given shape to our lifelines, final fate
What’s the cause of it all?
The crisis of it all,    The axis, recall
We exist,   one in all, One and all
Everything and everyone…

(Verse 3)
🎵In a constant state of time,
Doesn’t matter when or where, 
you’ve traveled the timeline, 
existence is existence,
And who are we to say,
What will happen in the future,
If we didn’t exist—- today 
…..in this timeline🎵

(Chorus)
(interlude)
(Chorus)

Timeline

Ideal voices and much beloved
Of those who died, of those who are
Now lost for us like the very dead;
Sometimes within a dream they speak
Or in the ticking brain a thought revives them.

I am thinking back to the time when for the four of us, the known world hardly existed; days became simply the spaces between dreams, spaces between the shifting floors of time, of acting, of living out the topical… a tide of meaningless affairs nosing along the dead level of things, entering no climate, leading us nowhere, demanding of us nothing save the impossible— that we should be. 

Justine would say that we had been trapped in the projection of a will too powerful and too deliberate to be human— the gravitational field which Alexandria threw down about those it had chosen...

from Justine in the Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

written & produced by naldo & guillaume
orchestration by guillaume

hear more of guillaume's music here: soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks
.....

Justine In Alexandria

Produccion,bateria y teclados San Kajati(desde Valencia)todo lo demas yo.
Los peores sueños
                 Am-Em-Dm-Am

No voy a ir 
Dónde no puedo 
Por ahí pueden venir 
Los peores sueños 
Pensaba en vos 
Mirando de nuevo 
El juego, el color 
El otro veneno 
Las luces veo al fin 
Alumbran el piso 
Cuando vienen a mí 
Se vuelven pasillos 
Perdido en un laberinto 
Cerca del río 
Me pongo a caminar 
La salida persigo...

LOS PEORES SUEÑOS-Christian

She should have left that damn bird alone

Mama Saw A Bird

Reminiscence – The Gentle Return
Sometimes the heaviest moments are the quiet ones.
When a single piano speaks louder than any voice,
not with words, but with the aching stillness left behind.

Reminiscence is the sound of looking back,
of revisiting the empty chair, the quiet room,
the laughter that once filled it – now just an echo.
It’s not a cry for comfort, but a slow exhale of memory.

This piece doesn’t try to escape the sorrow.
It walks beside it – unafraid, tender, honest.
Because some things cannot be forgotten.
They live on in sound, in silence, in the spaces between the notes.

Performed entirely on the Bechstein  –
a grand piano from EastWest, known for its haunting intimacy.
Its velvety resonance and delicate detail bring life to the sadness,
like a whispered goodbye that lingers in the air.
Every nuance was shaped by human hands – with reverence, with grief.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI. No shortcuts. Just soul, sorrow, and sincerity.

Composed, played, and felt by myself –
for all those who carry someone in their heart but can no longer hold them.
Thank you for listening – and for making space for this gentle return.


Reminiscence – Die leise Rückkehr
Manchmal sind es die stillsten Augenblicke, die am schwersten wiegen.
Wenn ein einziges Piano lauter spricht als jede Stimme –
nicht mit Worten, sondern mit dem Schmerz,
den nur die Abwesenheit kennt.

Reminiscence ist ein Blick zurück.
Zu dem leeren Stuhl. Dem stillen Raum.
Dem Lachen, das einmal darin lebte –
nun nur noch Erinnerung, verhallt im Nichts.
Dieses Stück sucht keinen Trost.
Es atmet die Trauer – langsam, behutsam, aufrichtig.

Denn manche Verluste verblassen nicht.
Sie bleiben – in einem Klang, in der Stille,
in dem, was zwischen den Tönen unausgesprochen bleibt.

Eingespielt auf dem Bechstein Sus Rep Lite DYN –
ein Konzertflügel aus der EastWest-Piano-Serie,
geschätzt für seine emotionale Tiefe und intime Klangcharakteristik.
Sein samtiger Ton und seine fragile Präsenz
verleihen dem Schmerz eine Stimme,
wie ein leiser Abschied, der in der Luft stehen bleibt.
Jede Note wurde mit Sorgfalt und Gefühl geformt – von echten Händen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Keine KI. Kein Trick. Nur Seele. Nur Trauer. Nur Wahrheit.

Komponiert, gespielt und empfunden von mir –
für all jene, die jemanden im Herzen tragen, den sie nicht mehr in den Armen halten können.
Danke fürs Zuhören – und dafür, dieser leisen Rückkehr einen Platz zu geben.

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Reminiscence

Salut voilà la version trio enregistrée en live lors de la session du 08 mai 2025 à La Barraque Mirepoix (09) du morceau : "Rejet Pyramidal " extrait du set de Mathieu Torres Trio : https://youtu.be/y6GRZZ0K-xs

Rejet Pyramidal - Trio version - Video in description

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

Lost In Dreams

Thursday

Red Light Syndrome

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(La théorie des cordes / M'Z / Matziz / Zhorhann/ The Diogenes  ...)

Ici l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains plus cosys, calmes et poétiques, jonglant entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique...