(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments,  Arrangement & Production

Cover pic by The Artwork Factory

My wife Jo and I met at work, having applied for the same job and as luck would have it, we were both offered positions in the personnel department.  I was instantly attracted to her and though there was an eight year difference in age, we seemed to have a true likeness of mind, the only problem being that the two of us were in long-term relationships.  Still, this didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends and we began to spend many a happy lunch hour together. 

However, the more I got to know her, the more it became readily apparent that my feelings were much more than mere friendship.  What made every working day worthwhile were those lunch hours we’d spend together.  I simply couldn’t stop thinking about her but given our circumstances, I kept these feelings bottled up for two long years.  Eventually though, I decided to gather my courage in both hands and tell her I loved her.  To be honest, I expected to get a negative response but all she said was “We need to talk”.

We talked and talked and talked and talked about every potential eventuality but nothing ever changed the fact that I really did love her.  Despite the fact that she’d never considered the possibility of us being together, it was such a relief when she told me she was very willing to totally change the course of her life.  Talk about your heart skipping a beat…

OK, so it didn’t prove easy but neither of us has ever regretted one single thing.  Thirty five years on, we are still very much in love and this song celebrates those wonderful lunchtime meetings, sharing more and more of our feelings, growing ever close through a friendship that became a bond as close as any couple could wish to have.  We hadn’t a clue where it would go and yet here we both are.  I still cannot stop loving her.

I owe a debt of thanks to Hans and Gal who pulled out all the stops to get this song ready for Jo’s 58th birthday.  Cheers boys! (Terry Reeves)

A friendship without complications
Conversations with no need to end
No conditions between sharing moments 
Chance to smile avoid thoughts to send

Chorus:
I cannot stop, cannot stop, I cannot stop loving you
I cannot stop loving the way you move
I cannot stop loving you
I cannot stop hearing your loving groove 

Space between survives the madness 
Surrounding words no sense to see
Sharing stories sometimes sadness
Not knowing why we should let it be

Chorus

Surprise connection with a distance
No disagreement but avoid a close look
Cautions grow, can’t change persistence 
The fairytale of perfect stays in the book

Chorus

I CANNOT STOP LOVING YOU - CRIPPLE CLUB

The "Valley of Death," a term that resonates deeply within the realms of loss and mourning, encapsulates the profound grief that accompanies the passing of loved ones—especially when those individuals are as pivotal as a father and a best friend. This emotional chasm, this void that engulfs the heart, is a unique suffering that not only punctuates one's existence but also reshapes the landscape of daily life. When your father, a figure of strength and guidance, departs from this world, it feels as if the very foundation beneath your feet has crumbled, leaving you adrift in a sea of memories and unfulfilled hopes. Similarly, losing a best friend, a companion with whom you navigated the journey of life, amplifies the sense of solitude. Each moment becomes a reminder of their absence, a poignant reminder that laughter is now tinged with sadness, and shared adventures are now solitary. The pain of these losses is often underestimated; the world continues to spin, yet within your heart lies a profound void that no one else can truly understand. The emptiness is not merely about missing their presence but grappling with the realization that everything you once shared is now etched only in memory. Even time, with its promise of healing, cannot fill this hole; the ache transforms but does not completely fade. The perspective of a time traveler—Tommy, a zygote thrashing amidst a society grappling with the surreal, perhaps even comical, aftermath of a Fluctopus invasion in 2072—offers a unique lens through which to view this suffering. As humanity faced the absurdities of a world turned upside down, the inherent suffering caused by the loss of loved ones remained a constant, an unchanging truth that transcends even the most chaotic of circumstances. In the face of absurdities and the unpredictable nature of existence, religion found fertile ground to flourish after the Fluctopus invasion. This unprecedented event shook the foundations of society, leading many to seek solace and meaning in faith. Suddenly, rituals and beliefs that once felt distant became lifelines for those struggling with overwhelming grief and uncertainty, providing an anchor in turbulent times. As communities faced the void left by loved ones, they turned to spirituality, sharing their pain and finding collective strength in shared beliefs and traditions. In many ways, religion became a beacon for navigation through the Valley of Death—the promise of reunification, the idea of a greater plan, and the comfort of a community made grieving less isolating. The sacrament of remembrance transformed into a pivotal mechanism through which individuals could honor the lives of those lost. They initiated memorials and rituals, blending their grief with faith, rebuilding their identity around the concept that though death takes away loved ones, it cannot erase the bonds forged in life. Celebrations of life woven with spiritual significance provided a sense of continuity, enabling individuals to carry the essence of their father and best friend through the stories told and the memories celebrated. Each prayer whispered in moments of solitude becomes a testament to a love that transcends death, creating a tapestry woven with loss yet rich in meaning. In the face of time, the insight that emerges is that grief and faith coexist, intricately binding us to those we’ve lost while offering a pathway through the pervasive emptiness that defines the human experience, especially in the aftermath of a tragedy that rocks the very core of society. The Valley of Death, while an arduous journey, need not be traversed alone; reliance on community and spirituality can dramatically alter the experience of loss, turning grief into a shared narrative infused with hope and remembrance.

The Valley of death

I'm probably in the middle of a bad wave in real life. I guess it's called a slump. I hope everyone is doing well, though I know we all go through hard times and bad times periodically. Thanks for reading. Also, I'm glad you're interested in my music.

Lately, the 8-string guitar has become an integral part of my songs. I don't know how long I can keep this style going, but I try to do interesting things in my songs whenever possible. Strumming the bass strings in the clean tones is one example, but I don't actually use the bass guitar in that part. In other parts I play the bass guitar myself, of course.

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Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar : Grave

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First of a new collection 'After The Curtain Falls,' coming soon. Hope it is enjoyed.

Ricochet

Interlude 2008

Echoes of the Abyss

I wanted to do another take of this original song, it's one of my favorites. It needed a bit of a tempo change. Got this live take down in one take which is always nice:) I started writing this song back in 2015 in a very difficult time in my life.  Written to myself, and I hope it will encourage you. For all the dreamers out there. Thanks so much for listening! Stay strong out there and remember the moon is all beat up but shines when you look up!

My Dreamer 

What a lonely night
Not an easy fight at all 
So many dark streets
Tearing up heartbeats brick wall
All those mountain tops
All those sudden drops free fall
Your soul needs your knees 
To be strong like trees stand tall
Remember 

The moon is all beat up but shines when you look up oh my dreamer
Hope you don't give up hope you don't grow up oh my dreamer
Try and keep your eyes up when all your doubts wash
Oh my dreamer

All those pretty eyes 
Promising blue skies no call
Scared there is no hope 
Tired of a slick slope to crawl
Everything is dark 
Happy for a spark so small 
Your heart sees your bones 
Colorful gemstones don't stall
Remember

The moon is all beat up but shines when you look up oh my dreamer
Hope you don't give up hope you don't grow up oh my dreamer
Try and keep your eyes up when all your doubts wash
Oh my dreamer
Oh my dreamer oooo oooo 
Oh my dreamer oooo oooo 

Remember
The moon is all beat up but shines when you look up oh my dreamer

©Daniel Colter Valentine

My Dreamer (Original song live)

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life unworthy of life ( demo I )

Floating Through Velvet Skies

Art or something / first 100 songs/ideas project / 
49 complete / Self Produced

Inspirations: Deftones, John Murphy, King Crimson, Tera Melos, The Locust, Nile, Morbid Angel, Pile, King Krule, Meth Drinker, Job For a Cowboy, Dance Gavin Dance, The Mars Volta, The Fall of Troy, Poison The Well, Death, Stone Temple Pilots, TOOL, Norma Jean, Leftover Crack, Slint, Dystopia, Russian Circles

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