This song needs no introduction. This song appeared on the Yellow Submarine Album in This is done with just piano and trumpet using a harmon mute. 

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for? 

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

Piano arrangement and performance by Australian jazz pianist Doug McKenzie.

Elenor Rigby

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)

Rien de Bien

Paroles guitare interprète :EmmaJack
Musique production mixage Aor Agni
Mastering Jean Michel Vaicle

Where you gonna go , where you gonna go ?
Are you going to face your fears tonight ?
Swallow your tears 
Where you gonna go , where you gonna go ?
Are you going to face your fears tonight ?
Follow the lines , you'll be fine 
Take your time , you'll be fine
You'll be fine if you stay right in the middle
Where you gonna go , where  you gonna go, 
Are you gonna face yours fears tonight
Watch your back, check it out , don't get trapped
Stay right in the middle
Watch your back, check it out , don't get trapped
Stay right in the middle 
Don't forget , don't except anything, and you'll get, everything
Don't forget , don't except anything, and you'll get,  everything
Watch your back , check it out , don't get trapped ..

Interactions

Watch your back

Watch Your Back

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

New Recording 63

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

This is an old traditional Malagasy song,
we did for you 

Kitana on vocals 
Rina on piano

Mifankatiava ihany
Raha mbola velona aina
Tsy misy toy izany ny mampifaly saina

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina re

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina

Koa raha tsy fotoana ela
No hipetrahana eto
Andeha re
Andeha re mba hifamela
Andeha hifamela mba tsy harahin-tsento
Mba tsy harahin-tsento
Andeha re(Andeha re)
Mba hifamela
Mba tsy arahin-tsento

tranlation:
Let’s love one another
While we are still alive
There’s nothing more joyful than that for the soul

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

So if our time here
Is not for long
Let us go
Let us go and forgive each other
Let us forgive, so no sorrow remains
So no sorrow remains
Let us go (Let us go)
To forgive
So sorrow won’t follow

Cover Solika - Mifankatiava ihany | by Kitana and Rina

sound in ear: well's glycerine, complementing nitro https://soundcloud.com/user-370942421-686440500/glycerine-2025-05-31-20-58
movie in mind: the wages of fear https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wages_of_Fear
conspiracy theory in mind:  kincaid and the grand canyon https://youtu.be/ZCYMAs4cqRU?feature=shared
poem composed: y compactor / copyright jo richter
method: sang, chanted overtone, read and fiddled around with settings in Samplitude
image: budapest 2011, copyright jo richter

clouds disperse
sing crumbling cosmology
canons and canyons
hieroglyph grottoes
american lotos
hyperdispersion invasion
springtime reshoots
the wages, the wages of fear

y compressor

y compactor - with well

Well hello… A new song, with a new instrument. A pawnshop Ukulele. Ha. What a fun instrument to play. Just had to. A few simple Uke chords, some acoustic guitar soloing, and a tale of sailing the ocean as a metaphor for life. And yes, lyrically I was talking with a seagull. And just so you know I have gotten really good at ‘talking’ with birds. I can click talk like a grackle, whisper whistle like a robin, whistle talk a curious melody like a chickadee, among others. Still working on my duck call. Ha… Years ago, I remember annoying some people at a party with this wooden duck call my buddy had. So maybe a future song about birds? And right outside my door there are some interesting avian dynamics between the grackles and robins nesting in the spruce trees. They argue every day, about territory and invasion of their personal space, but when danger appears, like a hawk or cat, they come together in unison to fend off the threat. In the natural biology of things, humans haven’t fallen too far from that spruce tree. Anyway, robins do not like the dark. They anxiously chatter with loud worry chirping amongst themselves at dusk, and create a chorus melody of happy song at dawn. With me being a late sleeper, their morning serenades can be quite bothersome at 4:30AM. A lesson for me though, as at times I am not so welcoming as I wakeup to another frenetic global morning. Anyway, birds and their enthusiastic singing far outpaces my own. Ha. There are many other birds here, but I will save that for another time. Hope you are well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Uke Chantey

Well is dry, nothing’s inside
Curtains drawn nowhere to hide
But if you didn’t know, you’d never guess
Love is gone, it’s gone so far away
Try as you might, won’t make it stay
So why not try a little less

You’re a master of perfection
In all but my affection
I’m not a prize that you have won
Love’s a seed that you must sow
And starved of you, don’t you know
I’ll turn away from you towards the sun
Towards another someone

You’re used to life served up on a plate
No need to try, no need to wait
That silver spoon worked such a treat
But I am not your given right
I’m not employed, I’m not obliged
And I can walk away and not miss a beat

You’re a master of perfection
In all but my affection
I’m not a prize that you have won
Love’s a seed that you must sow
And starved of you, don’t you know
I’ll turn away from you towards the sun
Towards another someone

Want me to stay?
Think that you can change your ways?
But it’s already too late
I don’t believe that there’s anyway you can save us

You’re a master of perfection
In all but my affection
I’m not a prize that you have won
Love’s a seed that you must sow
And starved of you, don’t you know
I’ll turn away from you towards the sun
Towards another someone

Master Of Perfection

All songs on channel are original and copyright of Karen O'Mahony (c). 

You'll find me also here in my collaboration project with Johan Alm https://soundcloud.com/ashesfordreams

Master Of Perfection

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