Lamentation

Korg N364 workstation
Mahalo Flying V Electric Ukulele
Yamaha tenor saxophone
Garageband keyboard and drums sounds
Even more bum notes than usual.

The Hands That Smelt Like Public Transport Soap

Lyrics:

I'm sorry for all the boxes
we have to carry out now
we have to fill with the past
we erase the traces 
and lay new ones 
in far away places
would you like to keep this?
or shall we throw it away 
like we did before

I can't wait 
for the dawn
of the new day

I feel sorry for all the boxes
that are now closed and carried out
driving fast out of this space
No more possiblity
to change our mind
to change and turn around
the road goes steeply down
because all promises no longer
mean anything, mean anything 

If you ask how I'm 
I would say I'm ok
if you ask how I'm 
I would say I'm ok

A Trace To Keep Control

The Boxes

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Slice of life.

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at the party
in your kaftan

hesitating never knowing what to say

sunday morning
ruffled pillows

what just happened, am i waking all alone
was i dreaming how come i can’t find my phone

heart is racing
head is spinning

my new boyfriend i don’t even know your name
be my boyfriend never thought i’d play this game
listen boyfriend you have left me overthrown
be my boyfriend you can even keep the phone

Boyfriend

Be Who You Are

This is a cool number that Chris and Eddy had been sitting on for about a year or so I believe.  They sent it to me and I really liked it.  I added some wacky percussion noises and the lead guitar throughout.  Then Chris put in some vocals.  was great working together with them.  It's called No Rush

eddyoffline - bass guitar
C.G. Maness - composition, acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics
TexMex Shaman - lead guitar, wacky percussion and mix


Lyrics:
I don’t know where we went wrong.
Did we ever get off?
As the train moves along,
I’ll sing my railway song.
There’s no time to rush,
Should we get out and push?
No hungry mouths to hush.
I’m done hiding in the woods.
No rush, take your time.
There’s underdogs on the mainline.
No need to heed the signs.
We roll slow on this grind.
No rush, I’ll say it again.
You river rats that cooled my hand.
A blank stare and a grifter's grin.
“You’re just bluffing” said the drifter's friend.

No Rush - w/ eddyoffline and C.G. Maness

Wild West Hero (cover)

Far Away

Crystals (2018) Anthology CD4 Track 11

With "Temporary Souls", Esplanada offers a musical meditation on fragility and impermanence. Between ethereal layers, a warm bass, and a muted groove that at times recalls the rhythmic elegance of Fleetwood Mac, the track moves forward like a lucid dream, carried by introspective vocals and arrangements that favor space and nuance. A piece that lingers in suspension long after its final note.

Temporary Souls

The music project "Present Paradox" by Dortmund-based David Kleinekottmann provides insights into the often opaque nature of the present. The result is a fusion of melancholic and danceable elements, expansive and intimate at the same time, diverse and yet familiar. Since 2013, Kleinekottmann has been regularly releasing LPs/EPs that move between indie, experimental rock and electronica.