Space Hopper

Slithered

Smile

This song is the first in a series related to the theme of ego, self-love, and self-help. The song was written and recorded in August 2018 but with live drums added in June 2020 with remixing. Drums provided by Liam Buttrick. It's a bit more airy and poppy than other songs of mine. Recorded with Baldwin grand piano, electric piano (Yamaha Motif6), bass, electric guitar.

Performance on YouTube at https://youtu.be/SY58D55TmjQ

The Gift (Original by Ben Buttrick)

"Noto Swing", une composition de Lulu Reinhardt reprise par les Doigts Donneurs. Extrait de l'album Mounta Dabaya, disponible sur Bandcamp.

Mounta Dabaya

Noto Swing - album Mounta Dabaya

Noto Swing

Gene Jumper, Leaving  On My Mind # 3, ( cover)

Leaving On My Mind # 3,Gene Jumper ( Cover)

© Joe Liberty 2021. All rights reserved

Driving Me Wild

You got the kind of walk
Making all the boys talk
And the long blond hair
Makes em’ stop and stare
Yea you’re doin’ alright 
Clean out of sight

You got them big blue eyes
Got me hypnotised
Nobody’s fool, yea you play it cool
And when you move
You’re really in the groove

You got them ruby lips
That were made to kiss
And taste so fine, like cherry wine
I like your style and you’re driving me wild.

Guitar solo :)

Mercy, mercy, mercy me 
You got everything I need
And you know I ain’t lying, there’s no denying

Can’t help myself
Don’t want nobody else
Under your spell, as you know so well
It’s no fling, it’s the real thing

You got the kind of walk 
Making all the boys talk
And the long blond hair
Makes em’ stop and stare
Yea you’re doing alright
Clean out of sight
And when you move
You’re really in the groove

I like your style 
And you’re driving me wild
Yea you're driving me wild
Yea you're driving me wild

DrivingMeWild

When, 
10,000 years ago
In cities far apart
Two people shared one heart
And put their trust in all the

Words
Across the wires that drift
Four thousand hours a year
A balm for lonely nights
Across the ocean they did

Fly
In cheap seats in the clouds
Burning up all the hours
Then a taxi to the street
An Eastside walk up in the
Heat
 
Why 
Why can’t we
Fall, in love, again
Let’s 
Let’s try to see
Things differently
Let’s not pretend

She
Laid out on satin sheets
Gold bracelets on her feet
Naked beneath a shawl
The headboard banging on the

Wall
Young lovers that devour
And tread upon the flower
With little care or shame
And Never asking Who’s to

Blame
And When are you coming home
This food is getting cold
We sound so very old

Long Distant Longing

The tried and tested little motion
I guess I really should have put some clothes on
The icicles that hang are souvenirs
I'm far more shallow than it first appears

CHORUS
Internal character assassination
Put myself down before you can
Whose the most mighty man?

Kick back and let me tell you a short story
Its a tome of all my former glory
Are you listening?  I'm letting out a secret
There's nothing captured so don't read it

CHORUS

Internal Character Assassination

Please jump over to Gary and Jaime's page first - his one has a coloured picture!
@one-other

Gary invited me to add vocals to this intriguing track. I was only too happy to. He built it into a multi-layered maelstrom of sound, full of complex time signature changes and effects. I really like the multiple riffs and the growling guitar. It has an eastern flavour in parts, to my ears and then shifts into grinding power rock. He really is a master technician as well as a player - the way he builds tracks is a joy to hear and be part of.

Over and Over and over again
There's nothing new under the sun
Over and under and where are we now?
Where is the world we came from?
Over and Over and over again
Going back in time
Ooh mama
To a place we can recognise
And be free to our will and our minds
A complex mind will shut you out
A complex mind will eat your soul, baby
Is there a way?
Find us a way
New birth, new life, new way
There's nothing new under the sun

Gary: @one-other All instruments and production
Me: Vocals

Over 'N' Over - One and Other and Spade

RIVER OF GODS is composed by Glenn Ray Ryeridge 2021.
Im a bit rusty, not having access to any music software for more then a year,trapped on the other side of this god forsaken planet by the pandemic.
But here is a song of sorts,full of my usual obsessions for bells and funky slap bass,infused with fragments of INDIA as glimpsed from the west,no deeper meaning intended,just a fascination with India in general.
(I must admit i have no idea what these men are singing..i just feel an emotional positive affecttion for the sound and vibrations of the voices.)
Ray.

River Of Gods

This is what I did.
Fast asleep now
Time was our only enemy 
Be good
Nick

Over 'N' Over - One and Other and Spade

Nicholas Ridiculous