Name: Potatoes by Phil Riley
Duration: 3 min 39 s
Description: A 'nothing changes' song - inspired by working on the allotment and being glad I could be left in peace to pursue a pleasurable task.

What feeling you put into this -- such a gentle sound !!

Wow! Your voice has tones that remind me of The Man in Black! What a gift!

A sweet and empathetic beauty Phil. A story worth relating and you did it so Ewell here. Durge

I am reminded of some of those great folk songs we listened to back in the day

I love it, no words are needed. This song is special in every way

Enjoying the things that really matter in life as the madness goes on around you , Just love it. Johnny

A 'nothing changes' song - inspired by working on the allotment and being glad I could be left in peace to pursue a pleasurable task.

Potatoes

The Rain Falls in the Rain

The Rain Falls On The Rain

An intimate, acoustic lyrical song about commitment, loyalty, and persistent love. While the vocals are sweet, the piano drives the song forward with light acoustic guitar and electric guitar filling in as an ambient background. Soaring melodies and heartfelt lyrics perfect as a love song or for long-term relationships.

Through the Years (acoustic)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

I’m trapped inside the room again
You know? The one you put me in
I’ve spent a lot of time just sitting here
Pretending that you never cross my mind
Feels like I haven’t seen the light of day
Since you planned your great escape
I’ve spent a lot of years away from you
I’m sure that I can make it through

Pre-chorus: 

Cause’ your name doesn’t have to taint my words
Your voice doesn’t need to cause me hurt

Chorus:

Cause’ you crossed every line that was drawn
You planted seeds that never should have grown
And I guess I just wanted to tell you
Oh, I guess I just wanted to tell you
I freed myself of all your latches
I lit the fire without your matches
I found the light without your sun
I realized you will never be the one

You had me trapped inside that box again
No one near, you shut the lid
Was tangled up in my own web
And gripping for some sort of ledge

Pre-chorus:

Cause’ you stripped the walls
You buried the tools
And I could hear your voice suffocating me every time I felt a breakthrough

Chorus:

Cause’ you crossed every line that was drawn
You planted seeds that never should have grown
And I guess I just wanted to tell you
Oh, I guess I just wanted to tell you

(Interlude)

That you crossed every line that was drawn
You planted seeds that never should have grown
And I guess I just wanted to tell you
Oh, I guess I just wanted to tell you
I freed myself of all your latches
I lit the fire without your matches
I found the light without your sun
And I finally accepted
That you will never be the one

Lit the Fire

Campers  

My parents were campers, we wandered around
We washed in the river and slept on the ground
With a kerosine lantern to see by at night 
And aluminum cups full of Crystal Delight

They’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it was not about nothing
It was more than a signature style

I gave him a hundred, which was all that I got
I fired her up and I drove off the lot
She was painted by hand, but tipping the scales
Was a sticker that showed my concern for the whales

She’s all gone forever after only awhile
To me she was not about nothing
She was more than a signature style

My mind is in order my soul is inspired
In robe and in sandals I’m simply attired
And I live in this place with these brothers of mine
Where we think, and we pray, and we fast all the time

Till we’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it is not about nothing
It’s more than a signature style

Copyright Scott Culver Thomson

Campers

Music, lyrics & production by Sergey Ruban

We Are Not Puppets

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 3rd Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
The king said to the pauper 
How I wish I was like you 
Then I would not have to worry about 
The things a king must do

The pauper smiled and said well
I suppose that must be so
But some would say that being a king
Beats begging in the snow

The king looked to the distance
Said I see your point of view
But you must know that being a king 
Can be a burden too

The pauper nodded gently 
Said, I’m sorry for your pain
But some would rather bear that burden
Than be homeless in the rain

The king said to the pauper
Tell me what are we to do
It seems to me that I could learn
A thing or two from you

The pauper thought a while and said 
It might seem I've nothing to lose
But we might hear a different story 
From a man who has no shoes

The two men bid farewell 
To their different lives returned
And some will ask what happens 
When the page gets turned 

When the stars all realign
What will tomorrow bring
Is the king become a pauper
Or the pauper now a king?

The Pauper and The King

The Pauper And The King

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace
Picture: Unknown
soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

Path of Glory

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in standard tuning. 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
London Town is a place to see
That's what I've been told 
Maybe I should go 
Before I get too old
Look through the gates of the Palace
Or even … number 10
Stroll down by the river Thames
And look up at Big Ben

Or..... I could sit here in the sunshine 
Upon my garden swing
Maybe write a song 
For somebody to sing
Just sit back, relax
And watch my worries disappear
The more I think it through
I like……. just being here

I could walk along the South Bank
Visit a gallery
Go down to the Tower
Take in all that history
Maybe a museum
See a dinosaur or two
Then go up a tall glass building
And just take in the view

Or..... I could sit here in the sunshine 
Upon my garden swing
Maybe write a song 
For somebody to sing
And when the evening comes
Just drink an ice cold beer
The more I think it through
I like……. just being here

Just Being Here

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
Your not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

Home Tony Jones

I started musical life a long time ago now in local folk clubs in the midlands - I think I was 16 when I did my first gig just solo. Over the years I knocked on the door of a 'proper' musical career but never got further than the hall! I had a single out on Polydor in '76 with a band called 'Kites' and Pete Townsend of The Who signed me up to his Eel Pie Publishing Company. I bounced about a bit and finally got another single out on EMI with a band called 'The Dots' and a deal with Virgin Publishing in '82. It reached the dizzy heights of number 96 in the charts but for some reason we never got a follow up. Ah well.. When The Dots expired I hung up my guitar and didn't really play again until the autumn of 2006.  I team up with an a couple of pals for duo and trio stuff and am actively seeking to get my new repertoire of 'folky'/'Americanary' songs out to see if I've got an audience (however small and select!)

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