Lyrics - Dedicated to the memory of Jonathan Wayne McKoryk (1963-2024)

What I'm seeing is an awful big divide
Everyone is looking for their truth inside
Look outside into the sad eyes on the street
Change them to glad eyes and you will make your day complete

Come on, Come on and tell me what you really want to say
Live all your dreams and make your scenes all come into play
Let all the years and all your fears simply fade away
Come on, Come on and love me we may not have another day

Have another day on me, Have another day on me

Recently I have just lost another friend
It came so suddenly with no reason to an end
I thought of my brothers and my sisters gone away.
Nothing I can do will bring them back some day

H.A.D.

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My latest is a tune based around a couple of acoustic guitar parts. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening :)

Lyrics:
Another year, another bad debt
Snow is on the ground
Follow a trail of broken promise
Lost and never found
Its hard to know
When things go wrong 
And  word is on the street
The last to know 
And the only one 
To leave 

Even though we’ve been full circle
The ice is something new 
And tonight it’s unfamiliar
A place I thought I knew
I feel the dark 
And taste the cold
There’s nothing  here to see
The last to know 
The only one 
To leave 

Waking up too early
A bright light in my eyes
The clues were all around us
Thrown away with all the lies


In the morning I come looking
Somewhere in the snow
I know the footprints will be buried 
No where else to go
The wind gets up
The ghost has gone 
No hope of a reprieve
The last to know 
And The only one 
To leave

The Last To Know

80s style rock/shred mess around track. Most of the solos and the main riff in this were originally ideas I wrote back around 2009/2010.
This was only supposed to be around 3 minutes long but whatever lol.
Most of the song was recorded on my fender strat.
All rights reserved

Street Legal

*Listen w Headphones!

Let this song be your safety-Rope
when you climb these mountains.
My thoughts are always w you my old friend!
~ LS
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Vocals by Gary Reeves
Spoken words by Terry Reeves

Lyrics /Short version.
(Written by Terry Reeves)

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
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Check out the original track here
https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/mountain-man-cripple-club
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Remixed by LS/2025.

Gal-vanize Feat Gary Reeves

Te De Draunet

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Title: The House in the Woods, Part I
It was the kind of Sunday that felt like an Indian Summer—soft golden light filtering through the canopy, the hum of tires on gravel, and the scent of pine and late-blooming wildflowers drifting through the open windows. Harry and Elise had no destination, only the pleasure of each other's company and the winding road ahead.
As they rounded a bend, Elise leaned forward, her eyes catching something through the thicket.
“Darling, please slow down and turn around,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder. “Did you see that home back there?”
Harry glanced in the rearview mirror, puzzled. “No,” he replied, “but I’ll go back for you, dear.”
He reversed slowly, the tires crunching over fallen leaves. There, nestled deep in the woods at the end of a long dirt path, stood a Victorian house—its silhouette grand yet weary, like a forgotten melody. The gables were ornate, the windows tall and shuttered, and ivy curled around the porch railings like nature’s embrace.
Elise stepped out of the car, drawn as if by memory. “It looks like it’s been waiting,” she whispered.
Harry joined her, brushing aside a low-hanging branch. “Waiting for what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the house, each step stirring the silence. The air grew cooler, the light dimmer beneath the trees. A strange feeling came over her being, as if someone was watching and following them.  A rusty hinged door creaked open with a cry, as the couple crossed the threshold into a place where time had folded in on itself. 
Inside, dust danced in shafts of light. A piano stood in the parlor, its keys yellowed but intact. Portraits lined the walls… faces half-faded, eyes that seemed to follow. Elise ran her fingers along the banister, pausing at a carved initial: E.
“Harry,” she said, her voice trembling, “I think I’ve been here before.” (To be continued... )

Music composed and performed by Jennifer L. Jones
Story Concept, Characters, Development of Story by Jennifer L. Jones with a little help from Copilot

The House in the Woods, Part 1

The Stranded Sessions

This Frame

"Le Vercors" est une chanson grave qui demandait une atmosphère particulière, ce que Zied au violon et Juan à la contrebasse ont su rendre à merveille. Respect! 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cI4bA808bU
Paroles:
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors, 
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être. 
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
Les Messerschmitt se sont posés.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?

C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes qui lèchent un bois retors.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être.
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
C'est leur jeunesse qu'ils ont laissé.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?
Et on remonte encore les pistes,
Oui on remonte toujours les pistes.
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

Zied Zouari on violin, and Juan Saubidet on double bass, in perfect harmony in 'Le Vercors.'
 I must admit that I am always moved every time I listen to it. 
It is taken from a seven-song EP scheduled for early next year.

Lyrics:
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames on dead wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Perhaps just a little colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
The Messerschmitts have landed.

If I had known those years,  
I had been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been?  
A proud soul or a repentant one?

It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Flames licking a stubborn wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Just a little, maybe a bit colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
It's their youth that they have left.

If I had known those years,  
I would have been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been.  
A proud soul or a repentant one?  
And we trace the paths again,  
Yes, we always trace the paths.  
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames, on dead wood.

Christian PERUTI - A.C.I.

Le Vercors

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Blue2

LAST TRACK from RELIQUIAS LP: hard rock, symphonic-like ending, and recalls of "Qué fácil decir", little to do with it's PIANO SESSIONS' version; that's all, by now...
https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/gritos-de-cristal-piano-version
ÚLTIMO TEMA DE RELIQUIAS: rock duro, final en plan sinfónico, y recuerdos de “Qué fácil decir”, poco que ver con su versión de PIANO SESSIONS; aquí lo dejo, por ahora... 

Lyrics/Letra:

Mi cuarto vacío, 
un colchón desnudo y un radio-cassette.
Tu leve sospecha,
mi leve princesa quiero conocer.

Es el marco ideal para gritos de cristal. 
Es el marco ideal...
para gritos, para gritos, para gritos de cristal.

El frío de fuera
enciende la hoguera, dejas de temer.
La ropa en el suelo,
el sudor del cielo moja mi placer.

Es el marco ideal para gritos de cristal. 
Es el marco ideal... 
para gritos, para gritos, para gritos de cristal.

Gritos de cristal (Es el marco ideal)

Email: gilesr1@outlook.com

First album, CLOUDLINES now on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/2gZj30ywvxB6fHKiRWR2Kw

Richard John is a guitarist/ songwriter from the south west of England. 
His guitar based tunes shift in style from solo acoustic guitar, ambient, dream pop, folk and lounge music to warm latin sounds.
Always searching for that elusive ‘perfect melody’.