Theatres Of War

“The world is becoming increasingly unstable. We wanted to reflect on this in the context of protest songs from the past and how they’re seen in the 21st century. Modern oligarchs condemn Flower Power, peace and environmental movements, and human rights protesters, for the troubles of the world. But it’s actually these despots’ own lies and greed which are to blame for what’s happening in the world right now.”  - Richard Pierce

"It's a travesty that songs like this still need to be written, if only we could sing about love, peace and happiness whilst living in a world of love , peace and happiness, where everyone treats everyone else as an equal and with kindness, love and compassion, but in Richard's words: this is something yet to be seen..." - Marina Florance

were they really golden years
as we drifted through our joy
what ever happened to our smiles
the peace we took for granted

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
Is something yet to be seen

don't blame the flowers,
don't blame the girls,
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
he marched away without goodbyes
don't blame him for your lies

we didn't see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths, the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

we did not see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths,
the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
we marched away without goodbyes
don't blame us for your lies
don't blame us for your lies

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
is something yet to be seen

Credits
Words: Richard Pierce
Music: Marina Florance
Spoken word: Richard Pierce and Marina Florance
Vocals: Anna Bass, Ray Taylor, Marina Florance
Guitar: Ray Taylor
Instrumentation: Marina Florance
Recording/Mixing/Production: Marina Florance
Mastered by: Tonalex


without goodbyes

*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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Sample used

Synth (Remixed / Slice & Diced / Reversed)
Kimbra - Back To You

Intro sample
Movie / Leave her to heaven (1945)

Remixed by LS/2025.

Gal-vanize Feat Gary Reeves

A sweet and slightly psychedelic pop ditty about the happiness of finding Love.

YOUR TURN AUTOMATICALLY

Dubiousity Of Love

Ronnie  n'est pas fictif. Il vient d'équateur, avec un fort accent, je ne saisis pas toujours tout. Il est tout mon contraire; il va vers les gens, il aime tout le monde, il est d'une grande gentillesse, toujours prêt à aider. Je devrais m'en inspirer. Bon, pour le moment il m'a inspiré une chanson.

Qui vient perturber
Ma grisaille adorée 
Mon quotidien morose

Bien trop poli
Bien trop d'empathie 
Pour être honnête, du moins je suppose

Ne pas s'attarder 
Ce faux air enjoué 
Non je n'ai pas confiance

Faut-il esquiver
Ou faire demi-tour avec prudence

Je regarde ailleurs 
Par mépris ou par peur
Pourtant

Il a ce sourire débordant de joie
Chaque fois qu'il t'aperçoit

Il voit la vie telle qu’on ne la voit pas
Vision très naïve parfois

Par quelle ironie 
Son accent pas d'ici 
Plein d'arrondis et de glucose

Atteint l’empathie
Sommeillant chez moi la porte close.

Saturne ou Lima
Lapz ou Proxima

De quelle pluie est tombé cet être étrange ?
Pourquoi sa joie de vivre me dérange ?
Ici c'est ambiance aime-haine, western,
Et chacun pour soi
Mais que s'écorne mon âme terne
Et que la couleur soit

Il cherchait l'ami, je cherchais l'endroit 
Où l'on ne me trouverait pas

Si tu veux t'enfuir, lui te tend les bras
Comment faire le poids, tu vois

Il a ce sourire débordant de joie
Chaque fois qu'il t'aperçoit

Il voit la vie telle qu’on ne la voit pas
Avec nos esprits trop étroits 

Moi qui ne vois qu'en gris 
Que la couleur soit


Ronnie

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

La monotonia è come una malattia. Invecchia precocemente. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita 

Rimanere intrappolati nella ragnatela della vita. 
Cedere alla routine della giornata. 
Fare e rifare una lenta litania. 
Abbandonarsi alla mortale monotonia. 

Essere codardi. Paura di cambiare. 
Vestire di quell’abito scuro che non ci appartiene. 
Forse un po’ di egoismo ci farebbe star bene. 
Forse un po’ di buonismo andrebbe messo da parte. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Una spinta per andare in discesa. 
Scappare, latitare, sparire. 
Dare nuovo sangue a questo stanco cuore. 

Ritrovare il coraggio di sognare. 
Lasciare andare il peso del passato. 
Ricoprire con mille colori questo mondo grigio. 
Trovare la forza in ogni sfida. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Sfidare le paure del silenzio
Camminare, correre, gioire,
Andare dove ti porta il cuore. 

Ogni giorno passato é una perdita,
É buttare al vento il nostro tempo. 
Ci fa invecchiare più rapidamente 
Ci distrugge il corpo e la mente 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Una spinta per andare in discesa. 
Scappare, latitare, sparire
Dare nuovo sangue a questo stanco cuore.

Dare linfa a questa vita

Turning blue in the shower

Hey…. Thanks for dropping by. April 21st, fresh snow on the ground that hopefully will melt off by the end of the day. Yesterday, I was out transplanting some small Lupine and Columbine plants from out of the lawn. They grew there from seed that spilt from nearby flowerbeds. I put them into a rock garden I recently refurbished. I pulled all the rocks out, dug down to get all the invasive grass roots out, and rebuilt it with a few extra rocks. After that chore, I dug up several Spruce seedlings from the Spruce trees I planted here decades ago. Those little saplings grew up under a lilac bush, so I moved them out into open areas in the backyard. They probably won’t get to be 3 feet tall by the time I pass from this mortal coil, as I am old, but I plant them anyway b/c they’ll most likely still be here when I am gone. Ha. I have been transplanting a lot of volunteer flower plants into my neighbor’s yard, from my vegetable garden in preparation for Spring planting. They find their way into the garden, by wind, bird or however, and I just let them grow, but soon there’s more flowers than vegetables, so I find them new homes. Lastly, I replaced the wonky wheel and axle assembly on my old wheelbarrow, held together by hose clamps, during a snowy day last week, with a wheel from a wheelbarrow I recently got from a pile of free stuff (junk) out on the road, that a neighbor was tossing out. The barrow was cracked, but the wheel/axle were fine. Now I am ready to roll. That is how Spring is here in the mountains…. So several years back, there was quite a large pack of dogs that would freely run around our rural neighborhood. They lived here and loved being able to roam. When I first saw them on my way to the mailbox, they did not know me, and several dogs growled at me. (Rightly so.) Ha. It was a standoff moment for sure. So I just laughed at them. They were not anticipating that. So from then on, we’d have some fun whenever I saw them. Most of those dogs have died over the years. It was sad to see them go. So I included them in this song. I hope you like it. Mark

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without goodbyes

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