Sparkling Fireworks

Original song. Division doesn't have to be permanent

Lyrics
An old friend is climbing his wall again
with the people screaming for his blood
And if he should come tumbling down                 
All the king’s men could do nothing with the pieces on the ground 

We’re at the tower of Babel again 
have we forgotten how to hear
But  listening doesn’t make us weak
let’s give our better angels their chance to speak

Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
A chance to prove that we were worth the sacrifice
A change to pass these blessings to those closest to our life
A change to pass these blessings on 

Why do I believe that you are villain beyond repair 
And somehow a stranger to love
and that those that grovel for power are somehow pure 
As they lift up hatred and themselves as the cure

Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
A chance to prove that we were worth the sacrifice
A change to pass these blessings to those closest to our life
A change to pass these blessings on 

Are we so divided that we’ll throw our pearls in the dirt 
and fight each other tooth and nail

Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
Oh let’s  give our better angels one more chance
A chance to prove that we were worth the sacrifice
A change to pass these blessings to those closest to our life
A change to pass these blessings on 

Are we so divided that we’ll throw our pearls in the dirt

Abraham's Lament(Better Angels)

"The Fog" came so my head could remain in the clouds while my feet are still planted firmly on the ground! 

Production, Arrangement, and Instrumentation by 12 Below
Lyrics, Piano/Synths, Vocals, and Harmonies by Kate Stanton

Thank you for listening to me sing; it means the world to me.
Kate

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7vwjxTqjK8
Lyrics:
The Fog 

Is this me?
What’s it mean?
That I’m floating?

When I’m floating…

Living light and warmth
In your arms I can feel
My cares disappear
I can see in your eyes
A sincerity that I’ve only
imagined in this life

I feel helpless
Inside the waves
Of pain, they
Come billowing down
Billowing down, billowing down
I am minuscule in a daze
Unfazed
And it’s weighing me down
Weighing me down
Weighing me down

And I know it’s just the mention
Of perceived fog
But I need redemption
Cuz I know if my intentions checked
out they’d be wrong

I feel helpless
Inside the waves
Of pain
Come billowing down
Billowing down, billowing down
I am minuscule in a daze
Unfazed
And it’s weighing me down
Weighing me down
Weighing me down

Is this me?
What’s it mean?

I can see in your eyes
A sincerity that I’ve only
Imagined in this life

Though I know it’s just the mention 
Of perceived fog.

The Fog (Feat. production by 12 Below)

Ages ago, while trawling Spotify, I stumbled on this song by Luke Doucet, a Canadian singer - songwriter(and great guitarist!). 
I immediately loved the guitar part and the lyrics.
It seemed like it would be fun (and a challenge) to learn the song - just guitar and voice, and upload it between bigger projects. Hoping I've done it justice :)

Wallow (Cover)

During the magical time of Christmas, a halo of goodness surrounds the World and people express their best wishes to each other. This year I ask for only one wish. MAY ALL WARS END and human beings learn to solve our differences with PEACE and LOVE.
Thanks to all the friends of SoundCloud for the great support you have given to my noises.

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ®2022
photographer: Pige Thompson

Just For A Kiss

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 3rd Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
The king said to the pauper 
How I wish I was like you 
Then I would not have to worry about 
The things a king must do

The pauper smiled and said well
I suppose that must be so
But some would say that being a king
Beats begging in the snow

The king looked to the distance
Said I see your point of view
But you must know that being a king 
Can be a burden too

The pauper nodded gently 
Said, I’m sorry for your pain
But some would rather bear that burden
Than be homeless in the rain

The king said to the pauper
Tell me what are we to do
It seems to me that I could learn
A thing or two from you

The pauper thought a while and said 
It might seem I've nothing to lose
But we might hear a different story 
From a man who has no shoes

The two men bid farewell 
To their different lives returned
And some will ask what happens 
When the page gets turned 

When the stars all realign
What will tomorrow bring
Is the king become a pauper
Or the pauper now a king?

The Pauper and The King

The Pauper And The King

(Song Terry Reeves, Lyrics Janice Slater)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Vocals, Congas, Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Cover pic from Janice Slater's personal archive.
Arterial-flow – Rive-gauche
australianjazzrealbook.com/artists/janice-slater/
bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/
www.reverbnation.com/janiceslater

I arrived in London in early ‘71 and landed on the Holland Road, Shepherd’s Bush not long after.
My good pal Julie Lewis (from Durham) with whom I’d worked with in Sydney, had digs there and invited me to stay. Nonetheless I found it a challenging place to be after Sydney, Summer, beaches, family and gigs. Amongst Julie’s record collection was Nick Drake’s 'Bryter Later' which brought solace to me as I often felt very alone and completely at a loss as to how to navigate London town.

Years later I was to learn that Freddie Mercury was living just a few doors down from us on the Holland Road...no I never knew him...but when I wrote the lyric it seemed apt to pay homage to Freddie and our collective dreams. I’m so happy with Cripple Club’s interpretation of the lyrics, bringing to life a musical collage that depicts the highs and lows of living on the Holland Road through my first cold winter! From my heart; thank you Terry & Gary Reeves; you are two soulful & gifted brothers; I feel so indebted to you both and to Hans Albers for his powerful musical contributions. Thank you, everyone, for listening. (Janice Slater)

Having been such a good friend to us over the years, it has been such an honour to work with Janice on this song. It is dedicated to every one of the beautiful friends we have made here on the Cloud. Thank you all for the support you have given to our music. The last ten years have been filled with such wonderful memories. Much love to you all. (Gary & Terry Reeves)

I’m standing on the fraying edge
Of golden russet gown
Everything’s evolving
Spinning and turning my head around

A familiar voice insulted
And 'Bryter Later's so understated
There’s evidence of a circumstantial nature
But once again, I don’t feel the danger

(Spoken) But now I’m declining all invitations...

I hear the doorbell
But there’s just a stranger
Standing on the fraying edge of fear
Of a city without pity and you’re not near

Freddie he’s walking
Heading down the street
Just like me
The snow and sleet under his feet

Oh but we’ve yet to meet
Looking down the Holland Road
Nobody can see us
Standing on the fraying edge

(Spoken) I was just like you Freddie, looking for that song...

Or three or four
We are looking for salvation
On the Holland Road
And Shepherds Bush Station

Freddie he’s still walking, heading down the street
Just like him, singing music for trick or treat

(Spoken) Oh but we’ve yet to meet…

GUITAR BREAK

(Spoken) Just around the corner from…
Portobello Road
On the fraying edge (repeat x 8)
Of a fraying town

THE FRAYING EDGE - CRIPPLE CLUB, HANS ALBERS & JANICE SLATER

Original Song
Lyrics  
Life laid me flat with both hands behind it's back
And I was down for the count before the first bell ever rang
But life if you think I am gonna  pretty please my way through ya
Then you got another thing another thing coming

Cause 
I ain't  done yet
No, I ain't done yet
Sometimes I feel broken and buried in regret 
But I ain't done yet

Sometimes I wish life was like Christmas morning  
With all of its gifts piling under the tree
But life if you think I’ll quit cause your gifts aren’t wrapped and pretty 
Then you got another thing another thing coming

Cause 
I ain't  done yet
No, I ain't done yet
Sometimes I feel broken and buried in regret 
But I ain't done yet

Keep looking up
Keep looking up
Cause what can life show us with our eyes cast to the ground

I  may be weak but I won’t stop

Cause 
I ain't  done yet
No, I ain't done yet
I might sometimes feel broken and buried in regret 
But I ain't done yet

Ain't Done Yet

No Side - Car Camel (ft Rekha)| Music by One Blind Mouse | Music/Vocal Improvs/Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Vocal Improv composed & produced, recorded & performed, mixing by REKHA at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS IN CANADA | Final Mixing & Mastering by Stu of One Blind Mouse in SCOTLAND

Listen to the amazing music of ONE BLIND MOUSE HERE: https://soundcloud.com/oneblindmouse/tracks

No Side - Car Camel | Music/Vocal Improv’s by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | (Under Editing)

Do-oh…

Daily grind
Daily grind
Makin’ me wind up
Daily grind
Makin’ me wind up
Messin’ with my mind-mind
Messin’ with my mind-mind, Oo
Oo-Ah…

Yeah…Oo-Ee-Ah…
Too-Too...much to do
Everyday too much to do
Messin’ with my mind-mind
Doom-Ticky 
Doom-Doom
Ticky-Doom
Doom-Tee

Doom-Doom 
Ticky-Ticky 
Doom-Doom
Doom-Ticky-Ticky 
Doom-Doom
Doom-Ticky 
Doom-Doom…
Doom-Doom-Doom
Doom-Doom-Doom

Daily grind
Messin’ with my mind-mind
Makin’ me wind up

Like a puppet on a
Like a puppet on a
Like a puppet on a
Like a puppet on a

Doom-Doom 
Ticky-Ticky 
Doom-Doom
Ticky-Ticky
Doom-Doom-Doom
Doo-oo…

Slam-Bam
Thank You Mam
Slam-Bam
Ya gotta keep it up
All the time
Daily grind
Messin’ with my mind-mind-mind
Make-Makin’ me
Make-Makin’ me 
Make-Makin’ me
Make-Makin’ me
Crazy
W-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh
W-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh

Doom Ticky-Ticky 
Doom-Doom-Doom
Doom-Doom-Doom
Ticky-Ticky

Ding-Dong
Down-Down
Down-Down
Down-Down 
Down

Ropatata-Ropatata 
Ropatata-Ropatata 
Ropatata-Ropatata
Ropatata-Ropatata

One one more time
It’s one more time
Everyday you gotta get up really early
Do it every single day-day
One more time-time
Time-Time
Doom-Ticky 
Doom-Doom
Ticky-Ticky-Ticky
Doom-Doom...

Feelin’ my, feelin’ my 
Doom…Oh…

Ow! Ow! Ow!
No! No! No!

No Side - Car Camel (ft Rekha)|Music by One Blind Mouse|Music/V-Improvs/Lyrics by REKHA-IYERN [Fe]

Quickly Told Story (Guitar solo)

Axel Weiß_  and  Vicente Bueso music
Conover  v0cals and pixie Dust

Pixie Dust by Axel Weiß/Conover 2/ 23 /23

**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

THE FRAYING EDGE - CRIPPLE CLUB, HANS ALBERS & JANICE SLATER

Mountain Songs

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