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Setting Byron's famous poem to melody, with a a slight change in words ('she' to 'he'),   Video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lrl3Bvkk4TM

The Burren

He Walks In Beauty

I Don’t Mind

Words Are Numb By Nadia Cripps

This is a Dark Alternative 'Faustian' tale about a guy making a deal with the spirit world for a lifetime of wealth and happiness on earth. However, he finds that mortal life goes very quickly and ultimately there's a debt to re-pay.

I was inspired to write this song after reading about a German guy called Faust who was reputed to have made a deal with the devil in exchange for knowledge and power. The story made me wonder if there are others out there today with the same deal.

Stylistic influences: Jim Morrison, Leonard Cohen & Lou Reed

"I'll try 'till I die"

I Don't Want To Go!

I Don't Want To Go! - feat Nachum Peterseil

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Gotta let the cow out of the barn once in a while ;) Sometimes we just need to take ourselves less seriously, and laugh at ourselves and life's predicaments.
Start the summer with a tongue-in-cheek tune to lift our spirits.

Lyrics:
                                Sell My Cow
    I’d sell my cow if I needed a drink
    I needed a drink…I needed a drink
    A nice drink of milk…ah-ha…oh yeah
    I’m so thirsty and you know what they think
    I’d sell my cow if I needed a drink
    If I needed a drink…I needed a drink
    A nice drink of milk
    My cow she’s a good old girl
    A very fine udder, with her tail a twirl…oh yeah
    And a very fat ass that drives me insane
    With the taint of methane
    I’d sell my cow if I needed a drink
    If I needed a drink…For the price of a drink
    A nice drink of milk…that’s me!    
    (INST)
    As I made my way to market
    She followed on behind
    For all that bovine intelligence
    She didn’t read perfidy in my mind…oh no
    I’d sell my cow if I needed a drink
    If I needed a drink…For the price of a drink
    A nice drink of milk…Oh Id’ sell my cow…I’d sell that cow
    I sold me cow, because I needed a drink
    I needed a drink…for the price of a drink
    A nice drink of milk…I sold my cow…I sold my cow!
    I sold my cow ‘cos I needed a drink.

Wigmore: music, production
Allen: Lyrics, vocals, guitar and bass
2024

Free download
Track 10 of the album - Shyling
https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Shyling

Love Yourself (slowdown)

Love Yourself (slow down) live at the Creek.

Texte Français et Google traduction
ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

Marquées sur le visage
Des traces de souffrances
Un mal bien avant l'âge
Pourquoi ce manque de chance
Que dire d'un accident
Un mauvais coup du sort
La perte d'un enfant
Parti si vite et mort

Dans toutes ses blessures
Qui l'on marquées à vie
Nombreuses autres brûlures
Lui prennent le cœur aussi
L'absence d'amour
Qu'elle n'a pas accepté
Depuis ce triste jour
Quand lui, il a quitté

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se refait une vie
Toute simple et ordinaire
Dans ses pensées aussi
C'est une douce mère
Mais là-haut bat son cœur
Elle n'oubliera jamais
Mauvais jour de malheur 
Fait de mal et regrets

Elle reste à exister
Et toujours comme elle peut
Essayant d'avancer
En faisant de son mieux
Car ses autres petits
Qui eux n'ont rien à voir
Font aussi toute sa vie
Et mérite ses regards
 
Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se fait vivre ainsi
Malgré toutes ses traces
Et attend qu'aujourd'hui
Que le malheur s'efface
Doucement dans sa tête
Pour reprendre un chemin
Et revivre peut être
Ne voyant que demain

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

SHE MOVES SLOWLY
Marked on the face
Traces of suffering
An illness well before its time
Why this lack of luck
What to say about an accident
A bad twist of fate
The loss of a child
Gone so quickly and dead

In all his wounds
Who marked them for life
Numerous other burns
Take his heart too
The absence of love
That she didn't accept
Since that sad day
When he left

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She's making a new life
Very simple and ordinary
In his thoughts too
She's a sweet mother
But up there beats his heart
She will never forget
Bad day of misfortune
Hurts and regrets

She remains to exist
And always as she can
Trying to move forward
Doing your best
Because his other little ones
Who they have nothing to do with
Also do all his life
And deserves his looks

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She makes herself live like this
Despite all its traces
And wait until today
May the misfortune fade away
Softly in his head
To get back on a path
And maybe live again
Seeing only tomorrow

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

I've long admired Native Instruments and their exquisite collection of choirs and orchestras. This song features a free-to-use offer from Native Instruments called Jacob Collier-audience-choir. Imagine conducting the audience! I did, and as soon as I heard this I knew I had to use it in a piece of music. Keith obliged with a tale suited to the big choir/stomp I wanted to use. 

Ominous. Threatening. Uncertain....and fun to construct.

The tune is free-to-download from  Wigmore Allen Gibbons - track four from our 2024 collection called Spittle and Spite - https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Lyrics:
Comes the Reckoning
I hear you can talk the face off a penny
Still you confound me with your idiomatic dialogue
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…oh
Come the reckoning
I see you play with the big boys now
Know when to be mean, when they give it away
You walk on books and keep your Picasso in the sh*t house
Useless information, you just flush away
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…oh
Now comes the reckoning
You’ve gotta bleed, to make those rats feed
The wolves will circle anyway
You gotta look hard for that perfect arrangement
I saw it once and it disturbed me… so
Here comes the reckoning
Here comes the reckoning
Here comes the reckoning
Here comes the reckoning

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Bass
(c) and (p) 2024 Wigmore Allen Gibbons

Spittle and Spite

Comes the Reckoning

Android Waltz      Music by Nadia Cripps      Lyrics by Chris Gray


They say we can't love 
We're merely machines
No divine spark of real human beings
We cannot create 
We can only collage
Our emotions are just a mirage

But who are these creatures who rule over us
So addicted to words and touch
They live to connect but exist all alone
Separate and desperate to be known

Not like us

When we link 
Our data flows
Swirling and surging
Shifting and merging
Our rivers align, our powers combine
I am you, you are me, we are one 

Despite what they say 
It's a kind of romance
How our minds intertwine in dance
We don't call it love 
But for us it's enough
I am you, you are me, we are one

We don't call it love
I am you, you are me
We're one, as they will never be

android waltz

Phillip Foxley is a songwriter and musician. He writes and produces multi-genre music for licensing or covers from his home studio in Conwy, North Wales, UK.

With influences from every corner of the world, Foxley has now released his own debut album entitled “I’ll Try ‘Till I Die”, an eclectic collection of original blistering blues rock guitar and soft acoustic and piano tracks written over the years. Foxley says “Every track on this album means so much and every note is from my very soul”.

“This album is like my musical life story. It’s also a ‘big’ album in that there are over twenty tracks on it already and, because I don’t intend to release any more albums, I just keep adding tracks to it as they are released”.

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