Performance magnifique, merci pour ce si beau partage !! 

Doesn’t feel dated, could be recorded today.

nice!  Mott the Hoople, Cream, Zep, Purple, Jimi, Sabbath - great great stuff from Brian, you and the boys, Gary

Brian grabs everybodys heart with his soulpower !!!and what a grooooove! OH YEAH!!!

@janiceslater: Wow!  That is…beyond kind, Jan.  Thank you, my friend...

I love this amazing atmosphere! Awesome sound & vocal!

Didn't remember where the title was, but I knew that fabulous track and this Outstanding Gary's vocals.. Terrific track in all senses.

How proud for you to have been able to record in a studio, congratulations!! It shows the quality of the band! This song is fantastic!

QUEEN IN BLACK (Bishop's Wife)
Composer: Rocky Mountain, 1970. Recorded at De Lane Lea, Soho, February 1971

Our manager Terry Baker’s contacts in the film trade somehow managed to swing us an overnight session at the vast De Lane Lea Studios in Soho, usually reserved for recording feature film scores (with full orchestras) and therefore quite an eye-opener for a band whose 5 members had never been in any kind of recording studio before.    

‘Twas not the way she drove her eyes right through my soul
‘Twas not the way she loved me in her bed last night
‘Twas not the way she made my cold life oh so warm
‘Twas just the way that she took my heart

I’m a mean man, my love’s not given easily
I’ve seen the world, I’ve lived with many cruelty
I’ve fought and won, hurt women, laughed to see them cry
But Queen in Black you just grabbed my heart

(CHORUS)
Queen, she came in black but swept the devil from my thoughts
My nights are now like days, my days are glorious

I need her good, she owns me muscle, blood and mind
She got the power to crumble me back to the earth
My brain go dead if she told me to leave her be
Oh Queen in Black do you need my heart?

CHORUS

I’m jailed for life, my wandering days I’ve left behind
You earn reward, I win a cell inside your heart
Freedom’s no good, I’m warm and where I want to be
Oh Queen in Black you have took my heart

Brian Reeves:  Lead Guitar
Derek Harley: Rhythm Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Terry Mitchell: Drums
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal

Queen In Black (1971) by Bishop's Wife

My old friend Strootman Pianomonster (will post soon on https://soundcloud.com/stroot-246138153) sent me some of his baroque recordings on harpsichord. I've worked on one of them with all the Ruizzoid stuff you can hear, and even translated to Latin one of my old poems!

VOLO OSCULUM TUUM  /  I WANT YOUR KISS

 Volo saxum ad clamare.  /  I want a rock to cry on.  
 Ad gemere, quis saxum.  /  To moan, any rock.  

(Volo osculum tuum ad somniare.  /  I want your kiss to dream.  
 Ad vivere, nisi osculum tuum.  /  For living, just your kiss.)
  
Volo flammam ad queri.  /  I want a flame to scream.  
 Ad pati, quis flammam.  /  To suffer, any flame.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... ) 

 Volo pugionem ad exspirare.  /  I want a dagger to expire.  
 Ad mori quis pugionem.  /  To die, any dagger.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... )

Volo Osculum Tuum (with Strootman/Harpsichord)

https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues: flute x10; clarinet x6; tenor sax x3; soprano sax x2; alto sax x1; oboe x1; bamboo flutes x2; synth; beats (Inspiring original track https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/cryptoblues).
RUIZZOIDMAN: lyrics, vocals, guitar.

VENTOSO BLUES A LA PRADERA  /  WINDY BLUES FOR THE PRAIRIE

Pradera, salgo de viaje,  /  Prairie, I go on a trip,
te dejo aquí prisionera.  /  I leave you prisoner here.
Salgo sin prisa, pradera,  /  I leave without hurry, prairie,
seca de hierba salvaje.  /  dry from wild grass.
Dejo este bello paraje,  /  I leave this beautiful place,
este río y su ribera,  /  this river and its bank,
atrapados en la espera  /  trapped in the wait
de recibir su folaje,  /  to receive its foliage,
su frescura y su coraje  /  its freshness and its courage
verde de la primavera.  /  green of the springtime.

Este tren que con seguro  /  This train that with confident
traqueteo de ti me lleva;  /  rattling takes me away from you;
surge el humo de su cueva  /  the smoke arises from his cave
ensuciando tu aire puro.  /  polluting your pure air.
Ya la vía, acero oscuro,  /  So the railway, dark steel,
ya la vía es la prueba,  /  so the railway is the proof,
ya la vía, nieve o llueva,  /  so the railway, may it snow or rain,
debil tú, el acero duro,  /  weak you, the steel hard,
tú la brisa, él el muro,  /  you the breeze, it the wall,
tú la suave, mi pradera.  /  you the soft, my prairie.

De tus flores, la frescura,  /  From your flowers, the freshness,
quieren apagar el fuego  /  they want to extinguish the fire
de la marcha, y así luego  /  of the pace, and so then
mantener fragancia pura,  /  maintain pure fragrance,
mas es tal tu desventura,  /  but your misfortune is such,
tal fuerza del enclavado  /  such strength of the interlocked
metal, que te ha fallado  /  metal, that has failed you
tuya la verde dulzura  /  yours the green sweetness
bajo la realidad dura  /  under the harsh reality
de los rieles plateados.  /  of the silvery rails.


Pic from https://www.thoughtco.com

Ventoso Blues A La Pradera (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

The Trial
A Pico-Operetta for our Times

International Cast

Lady Humanity - Oddrun Eikli - Norway, vocals and lyric on the last song; @oddrun-eikli
Lord Mammon - Peter - England, All poetic lyrics in the operetta, except the last song; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
The Judge - David Dunham - USA, and acoustic guitar in the third song; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music & Production - Seagull - Sweden, compilation, mixing, sound effects etc; @farout-music-studio

Here you can download all poetic lyrics: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/37k203an5c6azz0ekltvn/The-Trial-Libretto.pdf?rlkey=mope1vjiyqhaeo17b5u74dp2i&e=1&dl=0

Synopsis

Following unprecedented worldwide growth in human conflict, an emergency plenary session of the United Nations was convened late in 2023, tasked with finding new approaches to defuse global tension and ease conciliation. Recognising the abject failure of extant UN jurisdictions and powers, and in a radical restructuring of the international legal and security framework, that session established a new UN institution to sit alongside the International Court of Criminal Justice. The International Court of Moral Justice was formally incorporated into the UN Constitution on 1 January 2024.

The foundations of this infant organisation and those of the UN itself were shaken when it was revealed that the inaugural case to be heard by the ICMJ was to be a private prosecution brought by greed itself against the defendant, mankind’s innate sense of humanity.

In papers lodged with the court, the protagonist, Lord Mammon has asserted that the fundamental basis for human misery, the creation of discontent, thence envy and hence conflict, is to be found exclusively in false moral goodness and self-righteousness borne of a misplaced sense of benevolence. The human race survived and thrived, he states, not by moving at the pace of the slowest, or sharing resources with the weakest, but by taking and keeping, for the self alone, much more than is needed for basic subsistence, this being the singular route to strength, individual contentment and thus tolerance of others.

In reply, a broken and demoralised Lady Humanity has been compelled to present her own defence after failing to secure funding for a legal team to counter the advocates ranged in front of Lord Mammon. The case for the defence rests solely on the premise that good comes from within and cannot be created from nothing. So whilst she may try to bolster the moral cause in her work, she increasingly finds that the human souls she sees have no humanity in them whatsoever for her to strengthen, nothing to work with and as such, concedes that she has failed, but denounces the notion that it was for want of trying. Devoid of resources, supporters and allies of any kind she single handedly has held the fort against the self-perpetuating, self-reinforcing massed ranks of Mammon.

The Lord Chief Justice of the ICMJ along with his bench of associate judiciary adjourn proceedings to consider their findings and in the final act, return to deliver their verdict.

The Trial. A Pico-Operetta for our Times.

My lyrics that inspired Glen are listed below.
Vocals, Music and Mix by Glen Granthem

THEY HAVE GREAT MEMORIES
OF ROCKIN' IN THE SIXTIES
LISTENIN' TO CCR, BEACH BOYS,
JAN AND DEAN AND THE BEATLES

THEY DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIP HOP
OR TODAY'S MODERN POP
THEY LOVE CCR'S WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN
AND THE RAINS STILL COMIN' DOWN

(CHORUS)
THOSE COOL OLD GUYS
HAVE NEVER BEEN SHY
WHEN THE MUSIC'S PLAYIN'
THEY'LL BE SWAYIN'
CAUSE THEY'RE COOL OLD GUYS

YOU MAY THINK THEY'RE OLD AND CRAZY
CAUSE THEY'RE CRAZY ABOUT MUSIC
IT KEEPS THEM WRITIN' AND PLAYIN'
AND IT KEEPS THEM GOIN'

THEY WILL NEVER LET THE MUSIC DIE
WILL KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON
AND KEEP THE MUSIC FLOWIN'
CAUSE THEY'RE COOL OLD GUYS

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2024 © Revised Original Lyrics by Tony Harris & Glen Granthem

Cool Old Guys - Collab by Tony and Glenny G's One Man Band - Original

Lyrics by Tony Harris (US) that inspired Mike are listed below.
Vocals, Melody, Music & Mix by Mike Fox (UK)
Sax by Greg Willis

DECIDED TO TAKE
THE SCENIC ROUTE			
TO THE MOUNTAINS			
 IN TENNESSEE			
			
WOULD BE			
TWO HOURS LONGER			
BUT A BEAUTIFUL DRIVE			
YOU SEE			
			
ENJOYING THE DRIVE			
COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE			
ABANDONED BUILDINGS			
NO LONGER ALIVE			
			
(CHORUS)			
SHADES OF THE PAST			
THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE			
SHADES OF THE PAST			
NO LONGER ALIVE			
SHADES OF THE PAST			
JUST A MEMORY			
SHADES OF THE PAST			
THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE			
			
SOME PEOPLE FEEL			
THEY'RE SHADES OF THE PAST			
NO LONGER IMPORTANT			
THEY'VE LOST THEIR ZEAL			
			
DON'T LET FATHER TIME			
CONTROLL YOUR LIFE			
THEY ARE MOUNTAINS			
YET TO CLIMB			
			
THE SEASONS COME			
THE SEASONS GO			
STRIVE FOR THE BEST			
WHILE HERE BELOW			
			
(REPEAT CHORUS)			
			
(BRIDGE)			
ABANDONED BUILDINGS			
TELL A LIFE STORY			
WHAT STORY WILL YOUR LIFE TELL			
			
(REPEAT CHORUS -  OPTIONAL)			
			
© 2018 Lyrics by Tony Harris

Shades Of The Past - Collaboration by Tony & Mike Fox - Original

Unlike our previous two collabs, Dan did the lyrics, vocals and lead guitars on an instrumental by me. I sent him a 7/4 proposal, knowing he can sail odd waves, and here you are the result !!

https://soundcloud.com/user-276716031: lyrics, vocals, guitar solos and fills, percussion, artwork on logo by WouWou
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: instrumental idea, rhythm guitars, bass, drums

Verse 1:
A promise was made
And It shouldn’t fade
The words were spoken
Then they was broken

We were in the bright sunshine
I thought she was mine
It’s not something you can pawn
And asa now she is gone

I was here forever beau
It was years ago

Verse 2:
But I thought it still held
Like a solid weld

A promise is a promise
Even for a doubting Thomas
It should carry some weight
It doesn’t have an expiration date

But a last I find
That things can unwind
And we are not together
In this Summer weather

Verse 3:
She made her assurance
But I had no insurance
From the broken promise she made
Yes our romance began to fade

Now I am in the dark
What was there was just a spark
Now I Don’t know
Which way to go

No direction in my life
Yes I’m living in such strife
Wondering if life means anything
My joy has no more spring

I am that sad guy you passed by
Not noticing the tears in his eyes

B E T R A Y A L (with Daniel Lockhart)

Dedicated in loving memory to our mothers.
Thank you from my heart dear Debbie, thank you for beautiful music and your friendship.

Music Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë
Piano: Debra Buesking.@debra_buesking Voice: Oddrun Eikli.
cover design: Debra Buesking.
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

IN MEMORY
Blessed be Thou for all the joy
My soul has felt to-day!
O let its memory stay with me
And never pass away!


I was alone, for those I loved
Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.


Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.


Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?
No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in my mind!


Was it a sanguine view of life
And all its transient bliss—
A hope of bright prosperity?
O no, it was not this!

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Sound Of Memory. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves:  Drums, Harmony Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, arrangement and Production.

As a very experienced and qualified practitioner, my brother Bri’s widow Sue has always been a believer in the homeopathic approach to life.  A vegan since her late teens, she truly walks the talk and has never been afraid to stand tall against the herd, no matter that this can often bring her into conflict with the mainstream.  Admittedly, I do not follow either of these creeds but it does have to be said that my own opinions aren’t exactly conventional either, so am a huge admirer of her courage to speak up for the things she considers right.  It takes strength and resolution to stand your ground when all around seem to be against you - and stand her ground she does. 

Sue is a true supporter of our music.  Always interested in what we are doing, her positive feedback is something that means a great deal to us.  Recently, she asked to listen to some of our more recent songs and was particularly taken with ‘My Atheist Angels’, since it deals with issues that are very close to my heart.  As we chatted, she surprised me by asking if I’d ever consider writing a song that represented her feelings and life choices, something I’d never been asked before.  

For me, the writing process is never straightforward because songs most often appear completely out of the ether.  I hardly ever make straightforward choices about them, allowing grains to sprout of their own accord whilst I’m just sitting around strumming my guitar.  Occasionally, those initial seeds take years to grow into a shape that pleases me, let alone one that may please someone else.  

So in answer to her question, I didn’t say yes but then again I didn’t say no, feeling that the only way forward was to gather some thoughts about her and hope that somewhere along the line, these would bring into existence a tune that pleased the  both of us.  As luck would have it, everything dropped into place much more quickly than I’d imagined and here is the song I created for her.  As I write, she doesn’t even have the faintest idea it even exists, so we will have to wait and see whether it is everything she hoped it would be.  Let’s hope so…. (Terry Reeves)

Roots of existence remain deeply underground 
Hiding from destruction most scientists have found 
Politicians manoeuvre with an honesty of believers
Not treating with kindness, natural self achievers 

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

Vaccination of hope killing antibodies of prevention  
Not understanding opinion of a personal protection 
Homeopathic practice with a care for entire person
No apologies of achievement, truth is always certain

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

It’s a regretful crime
Politicians design
Looking for a sign
No time to re-define
Hottest sun to shine:
No chance to climb 
Slide down the slime
Running out of time

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

An equality of opinion but never dictating needs
Important to be heard, chance of choosing seeds
A want to be free and understanding of respect 
Information of direction, not experiment neglect 

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

No intention of disturbing change planetary axis 
Love the living but concerned possible malpractice 
Planting for survival total respect for all the animals 
Conviction of beliefs, removing doubter’s manacles 
 
It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine…

ROOTS OF EXISTENCE - CRIPPLE CLUB

Lyrics by Tony
Vocal, Guitars and Mix by Bob Warner
https://youtu.be/04iGDD06NQM
AS THE OLD COWBOY		
RODE INTO TOWN		
HE WAS LOOKIN'		
ALL AROUND		
		
HE'D BEEN RIDIN'		
LONG AND HARD		
FROM HIS SADDLE		
SWEAT WAS DRIPPIN'		
		
HE TIED HIS HORSE		
TO THE HITCHIN' POST		
WALKED INSIDE		
THE OLD SALOON		
		
HE WAS LOOKIN'		
FOR BILLY DEAN		
A TWO LEGGED SNAKE		
MAN, WAS HE MEAN 		
		
CHORUS		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE THE WHISKEY FLOWS		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE THE BAD MEN GO		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE MANY HAVE DIED		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE FROM YOUR SIN 		
YOU CANNOT HIDE		
FROM YOUR SIN		
YOU CANNOT HIDE		
		
THE TIRED COWBOY		
SPOTTED THE ONE		
HE'D BEEN HUNTIN'		
NO MORE SEARCHIN'		
		
AS THEIR EYES MET		
GUNS WERE DRAWN		
THE OLD COWBOY		
BEAT HIM TO THE DRAW

AS DEAN FELL TO THE FLOOR
HE SAID, SORRY OLD MAN
DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HER
GUESS YOU EVENED THE SCORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)


© 2017 Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

Rattlesnake Saloon - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Bob Warner - Original

A special song about my Dad. (a tribute to John Prine's style of music)
Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Lizzie 
Vocal & Music by my friend Lizzie Taypen

I WOKE UP EVERY MORNIN'
TO THE SOUND OF HIM PLAYIN'
HIS OLD HARP IN THE KEY OF "C"
A GREAT MEMORY FOR ME

THEN HE WAS READY TO START HIS DAY
GRABBED HIS LUNCH...WAS ON HIS WAY
ALWAYS ARIVING EARLY AT THE JOB SITE
CAUSE BEIN' LATE WOULD NOT BE RIGHT

(CHORUS)
MY DADDY WAS A CARPENTER
HE LOVED DRIVIN' THEM NAILS
A SMALL TIME CONTRACTOR
ALWAYS FOCUSED ON DETAILS
NO AIR TOOLS BACK THEN
TO HIM…IT WAS A SIN
IF YOU DIDN'T USE A HAMMER

HIS WORK DAY'S...THEY WERE LONG
FILLED WITH HARD WORK AND SWEAT
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG
MY DAD HAD NO REGRETS

HE LEARNED HIS TRADE
IN THE ARMY DURING THE WAR
WORE OUT MANY A SAW BLADE
AND HUNG MANY A DOOR

(REPEAT CHORUS)

ON SUNDAY WE WERE ALWAYS GOIN'
TO THE COUNTRY CHURCH NEXT DOOR
HIS BIBLE, HE WAS ALWAYS READIN'
DIDN'T WANT TO BE THE MAN HE WAS BEFORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2020 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

My Daddy Was A Carpenter - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Lizzie Taypen - Original

**PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION WITH THIS SONG**
https://on.soundcloud.com/fJitR

Mountain Songs is a project dedicated to my brother Brian Reeves (aka Rocky Mountain, 1948–2012), an accomplished songwriter, guitarist and arranger.  He was the creative force behind so many of the songs on this page.  If you have time, please click for lyrics and track history. 
This is for you Bri, with love and thanks from us all.   We miss you. (Gary Reeves)

My brother Terry's songs can also be heard on https://soundcloud.com/crippleclub  and https://soundcloud.com/rootdivision

Queen In Black (1971) by Bishop's Wife

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