Favorite McKeevers

MADE WITHMAGIC

Ay up chuck.  Never missing an opportunity to confuse transatlantic friends once again with the title referring to a line in UK long running soap opera - some kind of northern humour/grit to it.

Down, down
Stumble around
through old memories

Snow falls
Dusting the dawn
from the windowpane dream

So long
troubles be torn
by a thread on a seam

Sail on
Ports in a storm
Singing songs to the sea

Can anything save us now?

How 
now 
crumble in crowds
Well there's nothing to see

Hold on
nothing is wrong
So try just to breathe

So shuffle along 
with the world asleep 
with the world asleep 
(it's not a smile, it's a lid on a scream)

Down, down
Stumble around
through old memories

Snow falls
Dusting the dawn
from a windowpane dream

Lid on a Scream

I present to you something I had a lot of fun with. Peace !!!!
Artwork by Keuj - Illustrateur https://keju.net

Produced with:
Equipment - Akai MPK249 and Roli Seaboard Rise 25 with a Roland JU-06 and Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 with a Rode NT1A Condenser Mic
Software: Reaper DAW and Mastered in SEQUOIA 15 
Software instruments - Omnisphere , Trilian, Kontakt6, Addictive Drums, Hive2.1, Dronar Ultimate, Retrologue, SWAM Violin, Battery, Fabfilters,  Valhalla and Kaerhause FX

DaNaNaDumDum

open collab by Steve Whitfield https://soundcloud.com/steve-whitfield-of-austin ; additional music by Cosmic Ratzzz https://soundcloud.com/cosmic-ratzzz ; flute by me :-) photo by Oleg Sergeichik

Peak of Resentment / Steve Whitfield & *the lunatics / *Cosmic Ratzzz & joerxworx / free download

Fragments of a dream

Forgotten: 
Well it seems we've been forgotten
In this distant place
Floating on a dead drift
Nowhere to keep us safe
Somebody's got to call the captain
Tell him we're in trouble and we need to call home
and we can tell them where the soul lives
but only for a price
Sometimes tucked behind the shadows 
Hiding from the light
But if we pierce it with the purest sound
We can share the stories on the way down

The wind was barely blowing, but I couldn't hear the voice
Like silent film with color at the fringe
We were so close to touching bottom 
They waved with crooked smiles
They threw the rope too short to pull us in

Forgotten

Are you ready? 

Jason Akita: guitars https://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita and https://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita/new-peters-akita-2
Me: the rest, including mean vocal and dirty, demented harmonica

One World Town (Brian Peters)

Let there be darkness
And let there be light
Let the sun and the moon
Keep the day and the night
Let there be evil
And let there be good
Another War of the Worlds
Where the Tree of Knowledge stood

Let there be pleasure
And let there be pain
Let the living mourn the dead
And let the dead rise again
Let there be trouble
Between the old and the young
Another Tower of Babel
A confusion of tongues
-
Don't wanna live in a one world town
Where nobody knows what is real
Where there is no up and there is no down
Cause you were made with magic
On the Potter's wheel
-
Let there be heaven
Let there be hell
From the Book of Revelations
To the worlds of HG Wells
Let there be loving
And let there be hating
Let a man know within himself
Of the road he is taking

Let there be heroes
Let there be gods
Let there be rebels
Who live under the sword
Let there be greatness
Outcasts and giants
Let the martyrs carve the roadways
With the prophets and the saints
-
Don't wanna live in a one world town
Where nobody knows how to feel
Where there is no up and there is no down
Cause you were made with magic
On the Potter's wheel

One World Town (w Jason Akita)

How's your halo
when you've nothing to wear?
Hold you head up
on a wing and a prayer

Float like feathers
Float like feathers
Just open wide
wide

Elevate
the 
stars
pull
parachutes

Hold your head up
for there's nothing down there
With the open eyes
eyes

Elevate
the
stars
pull
parachutes

(we connect the stars)

How's your heavens
when you're stopping for air?

parachutes

Drink until we sink
like the bottles
we live on

Singing to the moon 
we are half lights
waiting to form

And we rise to the world
headstrong

Calling out the clouds
spill the oceans
we adorn

Sunken ships adrift
on the water
we sail on

And we rise to the world
Head on
And we rise to the world

Feathers in the storm
Feathers in the storm
like feathers in the storm
(People hold on)

Sunken ships adrift on the water
we
will
come
home

sunken ships

Image by Alastair Brown.  Title pilfered slightly from Simon Armitage poem.

From the top of the town
I'll be let down
All your June's in January
I'll be let down

Did you courage capsize
from holding too tight?
Gone from great 
to your gooseberry
I'll be just fine

Be my great mistake
Washed out with the waves
Nothing here to find
I'll be doing alright

Oh
nothing's gonna hold
Worn on the insides
Everything is alright

Don't give up on me yet
Don't do ordinary
Don't give up on me yet
I'll be unwise

Be my great escape
running down the rain
holding the sunshine
Maybe we are alright

Oh 
something in a soul
worn on the outside
Everything is alright

Rain
Wash me to the waves
nothing here to find
everything is alright

Oh
Nothing's gonna hold
Torn on the insides
Everything is alright 
now..

From the top of the town
I'll be let down
Gone from great 
to your gooseberry
hanging around...

Gooseberry Season

Run away from me
Summer days have turned to night
Run away from me sunshine

And if the spring will bring
Tended wings that will take flight
Well we all come back in time

For we're a long time gone

Fall's forsaken me
Rusted reds have been let down
Fall's forsaken me somehow

If the winds would change
I'd walk in winter with your clouds
With my feet upon the ground

For it's a long way home

Hey good hearted (x many)
 It's a long way home

And if the winds would change
I'd walk in winter with you now.

Walk in Winter

Holy Father
how you been?
I'v been lost for so long
Do you dream of the old?
Holy Father
let go

Oh daughter
all at sea
searching for another world
Are you drifting alone
with the breeze?
Oh daughter
come to me

Unwind
all my life
Unwind

Burn beautiful 
We sail for a better land
(heavenly father
bring out your stars)

Lid on a Scream

paulmck