(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Gordon Midgley: Guitars/Bass/Moog/ Backing Vocals
Arkestar: Horns & Horn Arrangement
Gary Reeves: Drums/Percussion
Arrangement, Production & Final Mix by Gordon Midgley

In case you’re wondering why the track is called what it is then I cannot tell a lie. it’s all Gordon’s fault.  I was having an email conversation with him about life, the universe and everything when, for no reason I could easily glean at the time, he said “I’ve got to go and walk to Asda in the fog". I wasn’t sure if he meant he could only walk to Asda if there was fog or that he just needed a walk in the fog and Asda was as welcoming a place to go as anywhere else or, more simply, that he had to get some groceries and Asda was the nearest and most convenient place to go in such inclement weather. Whatever the reason, my immediate thought was “What a great title for a song…”.

There’s certainly no shortage of songs about Covid-19 but I just couldn’t resist the temptation Gord had inadvertently sent my way to vent some of my Covid frustrations.  If you chance to read the lyrics and aren’t from the UK, I should explain that all of the words in capital letters are the names of UK supermarket chain stores.  You may also be wondering why I mentioned the Royal Yacht so, for those of you that hadn’t heard, our wonderful government, in the midst of the pandemic and the financial constraints it was placing on the country, announced that it was commissioning the building of a new one at a cost of somewhere around 200 million pounds.  Isn’t it good to know they have their fingers firmly on the pulse of public spending at times like these?

For some time now, Gal and myself have wanted to work on a track with both Gord and Arkestar and for many reasons, this particular song seemed to lend itself really well to the idea.  We’d therefore both like to thank them for lending their unrelentingly brilliant skills and commitment to the entire project and for making it such a complete pleasure to work on.  We certainly had more fun than we’d a right to. Thanks again for listening. (Terry Reeves)

Walking to ASDA in the fog
Every step with a loud paradiddle 
Avoid a variant of thickening smog
Strings of ministers in cabinet fiddle

Who got it?

Running to TESCO in falling snow
Remaining safe, wash all our hands
Vaccination waits for protection show
Sharp scratch but no summer sands

She got it
He got it

Skate to SAINSBURY’S on slippery ice
Peering to find the unforgiven Lord
Discuss the increasing price of rice
Politicians cut with ceremonial sword

Who needs it?

One, two cold runnings to MORRISON’S way
Sliding monobob a lonely lockdown 
Cresta pandemic flat on skeleton tray
Oxford to Moderna safety COVID town

Middle

Adventurous trip to the ICELAND’S
Climbing frozen peaks in cabinet change
Arctic conditions finding blue diamonds
Words of memoirs on only one page

Who reads it?

Freezer in ALDI like a 63 mission
Hunting food to last past pandemic 
People buy rolls with zero nutrition 
Persuasion ignored by Academics 

Who wants it?
They missed it

Running to LIDL in the ice-kissed smog
Chance of surviving a Third World War
Is there time to buy a new Royal Yacht?
I don’t think so!

WALKING TO ASDA IN THE FOG:  CRIPPLE CLUB with GORDON MIDGLEY & ARKESTAR

Chilled out house music for relaxing to some shimmery, soul-inspired sounds that evokes the Mediterranean island of Ibiza. Gentle synth waves of soothing music written for guitars, drums, percussion & synth.

Pond5

House on the Beach

Chris: Lyrics & melody arrangement/vocals/Brauchli lapslide/audio engineering
Martin: Bass, rhythm, main guitars, shruti, instrumental arrangement & recording.
Another collaboration re-imagining the tradition, with Martin Kirwan…we’ve made this one a free download if you enjoy it. Martin has composed and played the instrumental on layered guitar tracks and shruti, and I've re-arranged the lyrics and vocal melody. As always, I'm blown away by his beautiful playing and imaginative blending of cultural sounds. https://soundcloud.com/tradladsaughrim

This gem can be found in Buntings Ancient Music of Ireland, and the "literal  translation from the original Irish" was undertaken by a Miss Mary Balfour, (there is a slightly different  translation in my 1897 book The Minstrelsy of Ireland). 
The original Irish song was believed to have been collected by an agent of Bunting's associates the McCrackens - a man called Patrick Lynch...who collected over 200 songs from singers around the Mayo area in the early 1800's but this man was never acknowledged in the publication. 
The original tune was believed to have been first published as "Ye Trugh" by Neal in 1724, but Bunting got it from Charles Byrne at a harpist's gathering around the 1790's.

"Arise from thy slumbers, oh fairest of maids!
With me wilt thou wander to Truigha's green shades,
Where sorrel and bright rowan berries abound,
And nuts in rich clusters the branches have crowned.

A bed of fresh ivy to rest thee I'll bring,
The blackbirds and thrushes around us shall sing,
And there with unceasing attachment I'll prove,
How soothing the cares of affection and love.

In my contemporary arrangement I've made the English lyrics flow a bit better. 

Photo by Chris Okunbor

An Seann Triuca

An Seann Triuća (The Old Truigha) Trad. arr. Okunbor & Kirwan. Free download if you like it

dinosaur love

Wrote this in 2006, but the original chorus was really odd, and in listening back to it I couldn't work out what on earth I was thinking, so this is an updated version.  The verses are pretty much as they were in 2006, though have adjusted the melody a little bit, and the chorus is entirely new, middle 8 added too, those parts written in 2022.

Too Much Fear (2006)

Dedicated to those who chase the creative muse
Lyrics:
You'll know it when you feel it
I'd walk into burning buildings just to see it
Yeah, you know it when you feel it
My muse, she never stays around for long
The paint splatter
The ego destruction
The angle of the light
To try to capture the image
In your mind
Yeah, that's right
That's Robert Johnson there at the table
He knows a guy...
Who knows a guy...
Who gets things done
Because every showman knows
You gotta leave a little bit more
For the back row
You will know it when you feel it
The angels, they've got it all wrong
A beautiful sequence of mistakes
It's a beautiful sequence of mistakes

You'll know it when you feel it
I'll walk into abandoned buildings
Just to see it
She never likes to stay around long
She never likes to hear my love songs

And that's why I don't write love songs anymore...

You'll Know It When You Feel It

UNE ROUTE QUI DÉROUTE À CIEL OUVERT
L’AUTOMNE QUI S’ÉTONNE D’ÊTRE DÉJÀ L’HIVER
DANS LE NOIR OÙ SCINTILLENT LES YEUX JAUNES D’UN CHAT
LA FILLE SE DÉSHABILLE SE GLISSE SOUS TES DRAPS

ET MOI 

UNE ROUTE SOUS LA VOUTE INTERSTELLAIRE
LA LUNE QUI S’ALLUME AU CLAIR DE LA TERRE
LA FILLE SE RHABILLE ELLE NE REVIENDRA PAS 
HEY MEC RAMASSE TES BILLES ET PUIS MEC OUBLIE LA
 
ÇA BRILLE LÀ-HAUT ÇA SCINTILLE MAIS ÇA N’AVEUGLE QUE TOI
LE SOLEIL EN BAS RÉSILLE ME CASSE LA GUEULE DE BOIS

UNE ROUTE QUI DÉROUTE À CIEL OUVERT
UN CAMION QUI CAMIONNE À TOMBEAU OUVERT

UNE ROUTE 71 (Lyrics)

Some ideas about Clarity of Intent and word Fun.

It's not how i would choose to live, the love you took from me was not mine to give
I suppose you think you know the truth.
Extrapolation and the lack Thereof, Precursor to the gods above.
and the failure to correlate within the present circumstance the results of actions taken in the past.
This never ceases to amaze and complicate the connecting of the dots
in the purple Haze.
While intellect is Boiling off like steam, A stream of single thoughts that joins the clouds around their heads
Walking in the desert late at night
far from their Bed
on a quest.
though perception of the consequence is not precise
Some scenarios can at least be precieved 
and in doing so, can mitigate the original intention.
Is the fairy dust curated by the prisoner in the Mortal Coil?


Life's a Joke 
and if you're not laughing
well, the jokes on you
sometimes it Happens
cosmic comedy
 won't you set me free
i just want to go Ramblin around, just want to go ramblin around

Prisoner of the Fairy Dust.

A rambling guitar fest,an overindulgent lyrical example of cereal box religion and home grown philosophy. Still,it's pretty short!

We've been here a million times
The wheel will turn again

Don't think of life in absolutes
To succeed or fail
We are merely players
In a futile tale

I have no pretence of honour
I won't be falling on my sword
Principles are fine you see
If it's what you can afford

I'll tell you my stories
Solemn tales and grave
It took me years to teach
My mind to misbehave

No Principles-The Storyteller

To the Ocean

Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuRYVvQRQSc&list=PLV_oSLRa-HaKHuG3vbexCV1TGY2S3RlLd&index=12

Some live looping acoustic music for a lovely day! 🙂 I wrote this song after I was stuck for many hours in a heavy rain in South Europe while hitchhiking to Morocco and West Sahara. Song is in my mother tongue - Latvian. This isn't my most latest song but this is brand new arrangement. Hope you will enjoy!

Let it Happen / Lai Notiek (Live Looping Version)

Reinis Jaunais