Uke On Melancholy Hill

Gypsy Swing

NO LONGER SUPERMAN

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, arrangement, production and final mix.

Artwork by Blue Lemon Studios (www.bluelemonstudios.com)

The 30th. May is World MS Day (#MyInvisibleMS) 

My wife Joanne has always told me that I’m her superman – possibly my own fault for wearing my underpants on the outside, but then I’m nothing if not a slave to fashion- so it was a real shock when, a number of years ago, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.

At the time, only Jo and myself knew, and I managed to explain away any walking and balance problems as the effects of past football injuries, something which only worked until it became blindingly obvious to everyone that something more serious was amiss. 

Recent years have brought some fairly dramatic physical changes.  Walking requires a walking frame, my arms and hands aren’t as nimble as they once were, but maybe the worst effect is something called Trigeminal Neuralgia (a facial nerve problem), which at it’s worst is, not to put too fine a point on it, bloody agony.

There’s good and bad days though and, on the good ones, I can still play my guitar and write the odd song, so the situation could be appreciably worse.  Having the best wife and the best kids in the world makes all the difference and, even with my glasses on, they still tell me I’m their Superman.  All things considered, I’ll take that…   (Terry Reeves)

 
Hans is a Superman himself, eventually producing 4 brilliant versions of this song, which made choosing just one to include here a nigh-on impossible task.  If you want to make your own judgment on that, we’ve posted an EP of all of them, plus Tel’s original demo, on Bandcamp.  If you’d like a free copy, just follow this link, (https://crippleclub.bandcamp.com/releases), enter £0.00 in the payment box and Bob’s your uncle - just a small way of saying thanks to all for all your support over the years.  Thanks so much for listening.   (Gary Reeves)

Lyrics:
I used to be your Superman 
I was the man who solved it all
Someone found some kryptonite
And hid it in the wall

The strength has left the body
The brain has lost its blade
I can no longer take off my glasses
To complete the masquerade

I have no plan
To send a telegram.              
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean - Claude Van Damme       
There's no diagram
To help Joanne
I know who l am
No longer Superman

You said I had the strength of many
And the look of Georgie Best
I was as funny as Tony Hancock
But now I have MS on my vest

I try to keep on flying
I respond with every cell
But the telephone box is much too small
To take my walking frame as well

I have no plan
To send a telegram 
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean-Claude Van Damme
There’s no diagram 
To help Joanne
I know who I am
No longer Superman 

I blame it on Lex Luther
I even rang Alexander Graham Bell
No one else seems to have a theory
That explains this dilution spell

Before I lose my full control
I want the world to know
The bulging muscles I used to have
No longer come and go

I have no plan
To send a telegram.              
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean - Claude Van Damme
There's no diagram
To help Joanne
I know who l am
No longer Superman...................................................

NO LONGER SUPERMAN by Cripple Club and Hans Albers (Please See Description)

Like Father, like Son....Jörg and his Son Maxim both played the drums on this little tune! Maxim clearly inherited the clockwork like precision of his father and a superbly musical feel! Damn good and a hell of a cool cat to work with! Enjoy!
First Drum part (the Jazzy entree) - Maxim Hünninghaus, Drums thereafter  -  Jörg, Bass and Keys - Reinhard Gleisner
Music by all three of us.
Cover Pic by Jörg.
Dig this!

Pow R. Toc H. - Masters

Pow R. Toc H. - One Twenty

Reigo Kei's Album "Grind and Glitch" re-arranged and produced the song announced on SoundCloud etc.
Two new songs are also added.
The genres are Experimental,ambient, glitch, noise, drone and so on.
It is a Album of edged origin regression. 
Please listen by all means.

somewhere on the moon

Paul J Archer