“... part of me...” as the lyrics say there is never any losing family or friends they are always with us in one way or another

What a groovy verse riff!! Just live all the acoustic and synth layering- vocal control and delivery is spot-on! Well done!!!

Excellent collaboration guys, performance and production top class.

fabulous Track man .. great vocal and tribute!! :))

Lyrics: 

Staring at today's headlines
in an empty compartment
warning tape and a lost bag
a cold wind in downtown

I'm walking
I'm walking

I keep walking
I keep walking

I know it won't come back
step out and deal with that
a different normality
the keys stay in the keyhole

I'm walking
I'm walking

I keep walking
I keep walking

Caesura

Warning Tape And A Lost Bag

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE tuned B F♯ B E G♯ B
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
In the cool of the Arizona morning
There are no words to say
The sun lights up
The eastern sky
At the dawn…….
Of a brand new day

The tumbleweed is turning
Looking to put down some roots
Maybe it’s just my calling
To have dust ……
All over my boots 

I don’t see all there is to see
I don’t hear all there is to hear
There’s light and there’s shade and something in-between
And the distance …………drawing near

I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust  …………. all over my boots

The slow and steady beat
Of these hooves upon the ground
Horse and rider as one
And at peace ………
With that sound

I don’t see all there is to see
I don’t hear all there is to hear
There’s light and there’s shade and something in-between
And the distance …………drawing near 

I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust all over my boots
I’ve got dust  …………. all over my boots

Dust All Over My Boots

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & production

From the age of 15 when I first stepped into the world of employment I was told it would be a major advantage to get a job that lasted through to the State retirement age of 65. At the time I'll admit it was not something I took at all seriously.  When you’re that age, the last thing on your mind is bloody retirement.   

However, by the time I reached my early 50’s and had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind became a little more concentrated on reaching what might now  conceivably prove to be an eminently missable target.  In the interim, the UK government decided that, given the population was living considerably longer than it once had, they would incrementally be raising the retirement age, meaning that mine now became 66. 

Our dear old Nan was a dedicated Bingo player and knew that number callers used particular phrases for certain numbers, one of the best known being 66, known as  ‘Clickety Click’.  So reaching pensionable age became inextricably linked to Bingo, hence the title and subject matter of this song.   

The number one - ‘Kelly’s Eye’ - seemed a good place to start and having done some fascinating research, I worked my way through the Bingo calls, choosing the ones whose scansion worked best, until I reached the magic ‘Clickety Click'.  

As the chorus explains, there were no guarantees I’d actually get there, it was just a target.  But I did get there and this song celebrates the fact.  

The song ends with the traditional exclamation of the player who has won the game, being either ‘House!’ or ‘Bingo!’.  When I was recording the vocals, my constant and beautiful companion Marvin (it is he who is pictured in the cover art) reacted to my shouts with a loud bark, perfectly in time, so we decided to keep it in.  Marv is with me at 99% of the recordings and enjoys being involved when the opportunity presents.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful Hans Albers for another brilliant backing track which is, as I think you’ll agree, perfect for the song.  That man is a genius.
Thanks so much for listening.   (Terry Reeves)


It all started with Ned Kelly’s eye (1)
A cup of tea (3) to stop going dry
Tom Mix (6) wearing hat, riding fast
Monkey’s cousin (12) hanging, trying to last
Key of the door (21), two little ducks (22)
Paid half a crown (26), keep up the luck
In a state (28), rise and shine (29) but alive
One dirty knee (33) to help jump and jive (35)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six, a target to achieve

Half way to laugh, more than eleven (37)
As life begins (40), time for fun (41) isn’t heaven
Up to tricks (46) towards four dozen (48)
Five-0, Five-0, it’s off to work (50) with percussion
Danny la Rue (52), a man at the door (54)
The snakes are alive (55) but don’t wriggle more
Shotts bus (56) to Scotland, check the sign
Variety of Heinz (57) to the Brighton Line (59)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six a target to achieve

A baker’s bun (61) all tickety boo (62)
Tickle me (63), almost retired (64) laughing too
Retirement age(65), it should have been fun
Clickety click (66), getting paid
Take the money and run  
Route 66, nearly there
Clickety click, the sound of my wheelchair

CLICKETY CLICK - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Another Morry original. Kids going off to college and transitioning through high school, so hoping to get together in Aug or Sept to be able to post more. Hope all our SC friends are doing well!

Image source: https://inspiredlearner.weebly.com/one-step-at-a-time.html

Same Old Dance

JTSunrise cover of “The Tigers Have Spoken”, the title track of a 2004 live album by Neko Case. The album was recorded at several live shows in Chicago and Toronto in the spring of 2004. Neko's backing band featured The Sadies and Jon Rauhouse. Neko was a Seattle area musician from back in the day, she made it big an moved on 🌞

Neko Case's Introduction:
“Let's champion the tiger 'cause. You know, I think that maybe I wrote this song for many reasons But I was telling them earlier, I was in a cab in Toronto the other day And the CBC was on and they were talking to a lady Who specializes in animal husbandry And she takes care of the tigers at The Toronto Zoo. And they said "Well do you ever reintroduce the tigers?" And she goes "Well, no, because their habitat can't sustain them." And immediately I thought to myself 'There's so many extra children, we could just feed the children, to these tigers.' (Laughter) We don't need them. We're not doing anything with them. Tigers are, tigers are...
Noble!
Hungry!
Noble, and sleek Children are loud and messy I was one of those children If I were to become tiger food It would've been more noble than
Heavy!
Anyway Probably ruined the song for you now But we'll still play it for you anyway” 

They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way beside them
Separate from the other tigers
He did not know another tiger

They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way forever
Just as long as he could remember
If he'd wanted to remember 

It was the last time he had felt alive
When he saw that brown-haired lady
She fed him with a bottle as a baby
And he recalled her face and smile
They shot that tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain

Neko is also the Japanese word for cat. It can refer to actual cats or to characters in anime or manga that have catlike features. Specifically, the catgirl (a woman with cat ears, whiskers, and sometimes paws or a tail) is referred to as a neko. JTSUNRISE https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1OY8f-Ofd2/?igsh=ejZ2OTgweGg5Z3pk

They Shot The Tiger On His Chain

They Shot The Tiger On His Chain (Mr. Saturday Night)

(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

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in standard tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
I thought it was time to start writing and recording some new songs, with a view to putting together a new solo album over the winter. For this song I have returned to my nylon string Morris guitar. Hope you like it!
LYRICS:
Sitting…. In my rocking chair
Rollin…….. with the beat
Pickin …..out a tune
Keeping time… tapping my feet

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know 

Sitting….. in my rocking chair 
Close my eyes and see
All the places I have been
Just rollin … with the beat

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know

My Rocking Chair

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in standard tuning. 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
London Town is a place to see
That's what I've been told 
Maybe I should go 
Before I get too old
Look through the gates of the Palace
Or even … number 10
Stroll down by the river Thames
And look up at Big Ben

Or..... I could sit here in the sunshine 
Upon my garden swing
Maybe write a song 
For somebody to sing
Just sit back, relax
And watch my worries disappear
The more I think it through
I like……. just being here

I could walk along the South Bank
Visit a gallery
Go down to the Tower
Take in all that history
Maybe a museum
See a dinosaur or two
Then go up a tall glass building
And just take in the view

Or..... I could sit here in the sunshine 
Upon my garden swing
Maybe write a song 
For somebody to sing
And when the evening comes
Just drink an ice cold beer
The more I think it through
I like……. just being here

Just Being Here

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Master Mix
Jose Flores (LARA Z) - Vocals, Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/jose-flores-83323203?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Reification

Bandcamp

Axons (feat. LARA Z)

Thanks to Clive for reaching out and starting a first-time collaborative experience with him. It's always a treat for me to get to work on integrating a great vocal performance into music.

Vocals & lyrics: @winkandwoo
Music & production: Belial Pelegrim

The Spell Is Undone

The thorn on the rose
Blood spilled
The long sleep that followed
Instilled
The heart of the Kingdom
Cold stone
The will of the people
Unknown

We have become so dumb
Now is the time
The spell is undone
I have been praying
For everyone
Knowing it's time
The spell is undone

The Spell Is Undone | Belial Pelegrim & winkandwoo

Everything
Capo on 6
Verse 1
(G) Everything I saw I saw yesterday, everything I know I found on my way
(am) Every time you smile my heart skips a beat, hold you while you dance, you stand on my feet
(em) Everything I was I washed it away, everything you need I’ll be everyday
(C) Every breathe you take you take mine away, everything I do I do because I love you
Chorus
(G) Oh - I know this is true
(C) Oh - My everything is you, and I love you
Verse 2
(G) Everything I am, is searching to be, better as your dad, a better me
(am) Everything I see is changed through your eyes, everything I fear is fear magnified
(em) Your hand grips my finger, asleep on my chest, all these moments that never last
(C) Everything you are, is everything to me, my child, my life, my everything
Chorus
(G) Oh - I know this is true
(C) Oh - My everything is you, and I love you
Bridge (very Coldplay like)
Bass Progression (No Capo): G# > F# > A# > F# > C# > D# > A# > F#
(D) Every time you sing, every time you (C) laugh, from your first breath until my (em) last
The greatest joy I’ve ever (C) known, is the love we have inside this (G) home
And as you grow and as we (C) age, I’m more aware of these (em) days
In how they fade, how fast the (C) time, my memories of you still shine
Instrumental Bridge: Guitar w/ Capo: G/am/em | Bass No Capo: C#/D#/A#
Outro
(G) Everything I saw I saw yesterday
(am) Everything I know I found on my way
(em) Every time you smile my heart skips a beat
(C) Hold you while you dance, you stand on my feet
(G) Everything I was I washed it away
(am) Everything you need I’ll be everyday
(em) Every breathe you take you take mine away
(C) Everything I do I do because I love you
(G) Everything I am, is searching to be
(am) Better as your dad, a better me
(em) Everything I see is changed through your eyes
(C) Everything I fear is fear magnified
(G) Your hand grips my finger, asleep on my chest,
(am) All these moments that never last
(em) Everything you are, is everything to me
(C) My child, my life, my everythin

Everything

**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

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