Martin Kula - album

The Nothing’s Thought Exists / Déjà Vu

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Verse Vox
Gary Reeves: Chorus Vox / Drums
Hans Albers: All additional instruments, Arrangement & Production

New video on YouTube:   https://youtu.be/3R60fl4jCms

As a devout atheist from my early years I have consequently chosen not to believe in anything that doesn’t have a justifiable or logical explanation. The concept of luck certainly comes into that category as it seems to suggest an exterior force as it’s cause, something I simply cannot accept.

But even non-believers talk about luck being either for or against them, throwing spilled salt over their shoulders or not walking under ladders, because these have become part of everyday behaviour or  language, dictated by habit more than any sense of logic.  The terms in this song all relate to some mysterious good or bad vibe, including - and I’ve known people who actually do this - which direction in which your bed might face when you’re asleep.

Although also a devout atheist, my brother Gal is a good example of such habits, often using the term “Touch Wood” if he wants something to happen in his or our favour.  I think he inherited this from our Mum, who used to say it all the time and would go as far as trying to touch something made of wood to complete the ‘spell', not always easy in what had become an increasingly plastic age.

Despite all of the above, I think Gal must have been ‘Touching Wood’ when he first formed a friendship with Hans, because I’m still not at all sure that we deserve to be associated with someone of such proficiency, consummate talent and innate kindness.  Some may say we have been very lucky.  We have certainly been exceedingly fortunate, which is just about as far as I’m prepared to go.  Whatever your beliefs, we hope you enjoy the song.  (Terry Reeves)

I’ve stopped walking under ladders
Avoiding cracks moving like the clappers
No early birthday wishes giving all the best
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces west

Chorus:
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone

Don’t wear red in storms but wear a hard hat 
Using chopsticks making sure to lay them flat
No facing or broken mirrors back and forth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces north

Chorus

No singing at the dining room table
Avoid spilling salt keeping body stable
The horse shoe upwards by word of mouth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces south

Chorus

Thirteen numbers or a whistle inside for waiting
Dialling 666 getting straight through to Satan
Keeping all doors open not upsetting man or Priest
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces East

Chorus

TOUCHING WOOD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

I've always been deeply moved by this song. I saw Neil Young play this on piano in Eugene Oregon 1999. 

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.

I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.

Pocahontas (Neil Young Cover)

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 08/2021.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Light tomorrow

Bad weather in my life,
one more ordeal to live,
the light will pierce these dark clouds,
the sun rays will illuminate my soul,

black yesterday, gray today, 
black yesterday, gray today,
light tomorrow, 

only hope survives,
that glow in the back of my mind,
this joy finally rediscovered,
this peaceful spirit forever,
this lightness of thinking, of dreaming, of living simply,

day and night, I want the light,

every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,

Light Tomorrow

Morning Mood - Peer Gynt Suite N.1 opus 45
Electronic Version - Adaptation & Performance Christian Levitan
Recorded the 2018/08/20 at Shenyang - Liaoning - RPC

This job required 412 hours of training and work.
Assistance with Propellerhead Software

Electroclassic by Christian Levitan

Morning Mood

Morning Mood - Peer Gynt (Electronic Version)

Image: pixabay.com (CC0 Creative Commons)

Trust

I set out to make a light and sensible track. This happened instead.

This track has a short video: https://www.instagram.com/p/CakT6T9gyhg/

Senseless

Pollmann Aufnahme 88

Variations over C. It became an experiment while I was playing today. I randomly hit the note c and started adding second and third notes to it. This shows very easily how all notes are connected. My piano is still tuned in A/ 444hz. Please enjoy.

Improvisation_131025_444hz_Variations over C

the band perry-  if i die young (piano cover)

Une création électro-acoustique , qui prend du relief avec quelques ponctuations rythmiques réalisées sur divers objets fabriqués.
An electro-acoustic creation, which takes on relief with a few rhythmic punctuations made on various manufactured objects.

Calligraphone  *  Patrick Picault

Welcome to my little musical garden of sounds, photos and ideas.

All the visual artwork here is made by me.

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Thank you and happy existing to you all!

The Nothing’s Thought Exists / Déjà Vu

Nothing’s Existing Thought