Homage to Mick Mars.  An interpretation of his instrumental from Motley's Crue's album 'Shout at the Devil' and released in 1983.

Not a cover more of an homage that's all.

G.B.T.C.O.T.B

Don't Go Falling (Summer I've never been)

Alan Henning (15 August 1967 – c. 3 October 2014) was a British taxicab driver-turned-volunteer humanitarian aid worker.  He was the fourth Western hostage killed by Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) whose killing was publicised in a beheading video.

Henning was captured during ISIL's occupation of the Syrian city of Al-Dana in December 2013. He was there helping provide humanitarian relief.  The British Foreign Office withheld news of Henning's capture while it attempted to negotiate his release.

Henning was driving an ambulance for Rochdale Aid 4 Syria, which raised money on behalf of Al-Fatiha Global, a British-based organisation which provides humanitarian aid to those caught up in warzones. Al-Fatiha Global is a registered charity which was under investigation by the Charity Commission after one of its workers was photographed with his arms around two hooded fighters carrying machine guns. Al-Fatiha Global said that worker had been dismissed. There is no suggestion that Henning knew about this controversy. Local colleagues warned Henning not to cross the border into Syria, but he said he wanted to make sure the supplies were delivered safely.

Henning was shown at the end of David Cawthorne Haines's execution video, released on 13 September 2014, and was referred to as being the next victim by Mohammed Emwazi, the media described as "Jihadi John" of the ISIL cell described as The Beatles. A video of Henning's beheading was released on 3 October 2014. After his execution, British Prime Minister David Cameron ordered MI5, MI6, and GCHQ to track and kill or capture the killer.


Henning -  British Hero

Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will,
'Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.

Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.

And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancilhill.

It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.

And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.

It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.

I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.

I called to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say,
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still,

Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.





She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying *Mike* ** I love you still,
*She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.*

 I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, far far from Spancilhill.

But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
May the Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.

Spancil Hill Mix2 Sept 2015 (2)

Second song from the RAP/music projects with Positive Steps Oldham.  Performed by the lads from the Czech Republic whose names I can't recall right now.

Czech 16 bit final

A tribute to the Angriest Guitar Player in the World!!!

Instrumental and shortened version of a Casimir Effect tune and one of the first ideas that Dan Choi brought to the band.  Added strings and given it a an acoustic feel.  We played the song electric live with a very different vibe.  Recording isn't perfect but what the hell.

For you, Dan.  Hope the South Korean army will grant you some Internet access so you can hear it.

Phil.

Czech 16 bit final

Philip Jones 6

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