Live 4 Die 4

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Verse Vox
Gary Reeves: Chorus Vox / Drums
Hans Albers: All additional instruments, Arrangement & Production

New video on YouTube:   https://youtu.be/3R60fl4jCms

As a devout atheist from my early years I have consequently chosen not to believe in anything that doesn’t have a justifiable or logical explanation. The concept of luck certainly comes into that category as it seems to suggest an exterior force as it’s cause, something I simply cannot accept.

But even non-believers talk about luck being either for or against them, throwing spilled salt over their shoulders or not walking under ladders, because these have become part of everyday behaviour or  language, dictated by habit more than any sense of logic.  The terms in this song all relate to some mysterious good or bad vibe, including - and I’ve known people who actually do this - which direction in which your bed might face when you’re asleep.

Although also a devout atheist, my brother Gal is a good example of such habits, often using the term “Touch Wood” if he wants something to happen in his or our favour.  I think he inherited this from our Mum, who used to say it all the time and would go as far as trying to touch something made of wood to complete the ‘spell', not always easy in what had become an increasingly plastic age.

Despite all of the above, I think Gal must have been ‘Touching Wood’ when he first formed a friendship with Hans, because I’m still not at all sure that we deserve to be associated with someone of such proficiency, consummate talent and innate kindness.  Some may say we have been very lucky.  We have certainly been exceedingly fortunate, which is just about as far as I’m prepared to go.  Whatever your beliefs, we hope you enjoy the song.  (Terry Reeves)

I’ve stopped walking under ladders
Avoiding cracks moving like the clappers
No early birthday wishes giving all the best
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces west

Chorus:
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone
I’m touching wood
To prevent it going wrong
I’m touching wood
Just in case all my luck has gone

Don’t wear red in storms but wear a hard hat 
Using chopsticks making sure to lay them flat
No facing or broken mirrors back and forth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces north

Chorus

No singing at the dining room table
Avoid spilling salt keeping body stable
The horse shoe upwards by word of mouth
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces south

Chorus

Thirteen numbers or a whistle inside for waiting
Dialling 666 getting straight through to Satan
Keeping all doors open not upsetting man or Priest
When sleeping Hancock’s head never faces East

Chorus

TOUCHING WOOD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Nein - Prod. by SBAYN

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocals / Guitar
Hans Albers:  All additional instruments, Arrangement and Production

When Brian first played me “If The Stars Are The Dreams Of Spacemen“, I was absolutely stunned by its brilliance.  Of course, having grown up with his songwriting, I was already a huge fan of everything he wrote but did think there was something extra special about the song.  Knowing him as a brother, I saw just how revealing it was about his often uneasy relationship with the world and his place in the scheme of things.  The closing line, “Who am I?” said it all for me.  It was a song to which I often returned, particularly after he was gone.

Eventually, I arrived at the idea of writing something that in some way linked to his original composition but told the story from my own perspective.  Not wanting to ride on his coat tails in any way, I felt very uneasy about doing this, so decided it was something I would do purely for myself.  It took many long months to come up with something I thought would be a worthy companion piece but the more I wrote, the more the idea took on a strength and shape of it’s own until I had fashioned it exactly as I wanted it to be.

It took quite some time to summon up the courage to play it to Gary, thinking if he thought it was any good, I might take it further.  When he said that he thought that it was one of the best songs I’d ever written (something I really didn’t expect) and that I should send it to Hans, it had an overwhelmingly emotional effect on me, particularly since I was very doubtful about playing it to anyone else at all.

Hans always has a way of emotionally inhabiting the songs I write and the arrangement he produced was exactly what I felt the song needed.  There’s no doubt in my mind that if he and Bri had ever played together, they’d have created musical dreams that would spread throughout the universe.

Today, the 22 August 2021, marks the ninth anniversary of Bri’s death and I can only hope that this song does him justice.  We miss him more than ever.  (Terry Reeves)

*Manu (https://soundcloud.com/man-on-a-grill) put together a wonderful version of Bri’s original song a few years back.  If you’d like to hear it, you can do so here:
https://soundcloud.com/man-on-a-grill/rocky-mountain-wmoag-the-inconsistent-jukebox-if-stars-are-the-dreams-of-spacemen  


How can I write a song about the stellar writer?
Breathing music in space, helping bands to be tighter
A Bishop’s marriage of schemes inside your wigwam 
As the cluster of stars reflects only you as it can 

CHORUS 
If the stars are the Dreams of spacemen
Floating around by imagination 
Adjusting scope to seat the nightmares 
A magnetic field of dreams 
With musical chairs

A spaceman in search of the perfect mate
Floating through Galaxies more dreams of love can’t wait
Loving tears never seen behind a facial shield 
As the Milky Way melts revealing what Kepler’s laws might yield 

CHORUS 

I could never write the songs of stars
With your heart so full of love from here to Mars
The spaceship framed inside a past that lingers
Touching gravity with your skill of voice and fingers

CHORUS 

Isolations ending showing fusions of greatness 
Will never explain your skill of silence and lateness 
Knowing love as you do 
Making love a sad fool
I will never fully know who you are

CHORUS

STARS THAT LINGER (FOR BRI): CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Ft. https://soundcloud.com/chyde @CHYDE
Prod. https://soundcloud.com/sbayn @SBAYN
Mix and mastered by Beau Vallis
Rapper: Lazy-C

ALWAYS KIND OF KNEW - Ft. CHYDE Prod. SBAYN

(Written by Terry Reeves, 23.6.21)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, Arrangement & Production

image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blackbird_Silhouette_(150819537).jpeg

You might imagine that this song is very much influenced by Paul McCartney’s classic but although it certainly covers similar ground, the route via which it came to be has a genesis all it’s own.

Some months ago, Barbara Browning & Imre Lodbrog covered one of my songs, ‘Who’s Gonna Be My King’ (https://soundcloud.com/barbarabrowning/whos-gonna-be-my-king?si=e95c961d64c34c798ce64a06d2c3c767).  One of the many delights of hearing it was that, from their garden, you can clearly hear a blackbird singing, almost as if he or she were somehow joining in with them. I’d written the original as a lament to my late brother Bri and every element of Barbara & Imre's version resonated so deeply that it stuck in my mind for quite some time. 

In the early Summer, the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement was beginning to receive some rather  negative press reaction, something that was, to me, entirely and unforgivably misplaced.  Whenever I listened to B & I's version of ‘King', the feelings I still harboured about how unfair and undeserved Bri’s death had been somehow became intertwined with those I was having about the criticism the ‘BLM’ movement was receiving. 

So that was how this song came to be written.  I realise it’s just a cathartic exercise, one that isn’t going to change the world, merely being something I felt needed saying.  What I do know is that it’s a song that I love to sing because I mean every word.

It has been said so many times in these descriptions just how amazing a musician Hans Albers is and with this song he surpassed himself by producing four different versions from the demo I’d sent, all different and all completely wonderful.  Hans had written a tune called ‘Werewolf’ some years before which had a very similar chord structure and he  experimented to see if the two would fit together.  As things turned out, they were a perfect match, which is why we chose to post the version we have.  We hope you enjoy it.  (Terry Reeves)

A mirror image of many things seen before 
Reflecting faces behind slow closing doors
Asking questions to those who lived before
To those who lived before

Time to move forward and statues to ignore 
Duplications of fears hoping to leave all behind
No more chains, No more chains, No more chains 
To holdback opinions of kind 

I heard The Blackbird sing (x 4)

A birthplace of distance not to forget in mind
Born on one planet to help one planet rewind
Change of scenery distance and hopeful contrast 
The reality of truth in time can never be too fast 

No secret should be held of any slavery plan
Celebrating in marble supporting political scams
Family riches remain controlled in Buckingham 
No apologies given rejecting any honest exam

I hear The Blackbird sing (x 4)

What happens when clones repeat living past
Historical opinions keep a discriminating cast
Change of scenery distance and hopeful contrast 
The reality of truth in time can never be too fast

I hear The Blackbird sing (x 4)

BLACKBIRD SING (Feat. The Werewolf Orchestra) - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

FIRING LINE (Firing Line)
Written by Katy Heath   Recorded: February 1982

It might seem an odd idea to post a song on which Brian didn’t actually play, considering Firing Line were the first band I’d joined that didn’t have him in the line-up.  Such was my reliance on his presence that I procrastinated for some time before agreeing to join, and only then after a great deal of persuasion from him. Never sorry that I did, though, not only for the fun we had but also because it precipitated an enduring musical partnership between him and Firing Line keyboardist John Lancaster.  So here’s the band I joined over 30 years ago, playing the song after which they were named. (Gary Reeves)


You gotta run before you get a chance to walk
You gotta shout before you get a chance to talk
But you’ve been barking up the wrong tree
The cat grins on someone else’s knee
But every dog has it’s day and you’ll find a way
To get your message through

(CHORUS)
Put yourself on the firing line
Stop messing around just marking time
I’ve got a lot to get through
And I’m looking to you
To throw me a lifeline

Set yourself up, maybe you’ll be shot down
But you’ll be on your feet in the very next round
Sit around, see what falls through your door
You got two legs and a mouth don’t you know what they’re for
Get up off your ass or your time will pass
They’ll come a-running for you

Repeat Chorus

Break

Repeat Chorus

Katy Heath: Vocals
John Lancaster: Keyboards
Julian Littman: Guitars
Russ Brown: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums / Percussion

Firing Line - Firing Line (1982)

Original music composed by Robert Pirogovsky for the documentary web-series "Off The Cuff" from Flutter Brothers Productions.

Watch the episode that this music is from on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/fniOdXI3RpI

Off The Cuff: Lammas Ecovillage

Environmental Context (Lammas Ecovillage)

LOVE LANE

Written by Brian Reeves, 7/8/79
Recorded 1980, possibly somewhere in Coventry…honestly not sure.

Many thanks to Camillo Tirados at the TLSS Studios, Homerton, who remastered a rather muffled demo into what you're hearing now.  Well worth it, because this is a great pop song and something of a family favourite.
For the one that slipped through my fingers.
(Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves: Everything

LYRICS:

Shed a tear from the past today
As I drove down Love Lane
Though I’ve never been fitter
In my bones there’s pain

Looked across at the house you stayed at
On the corner of Love Lane
Though the sun was shining bright
In my heart it rained

Home is where the heart is
Love Lane is where I want it to stay
You may say I’m living in the past
But I love you just as much today

Thought I saw you walking by
In the middle of Love Lane
But she didn’t look a bit like you
Think I’ve gone insane

I remember the dance floor
Where we used to go on Friday nights
Used to get so giddy in your arms
I can still see the light

Shed a tear for the lonely boy
As he walks down Love Lane
Looking back at his empty arms
You can feel the pain

Love Love Love Lane
Love Love Love Lane
Love Love Lane
(Repeat)


Love Lane - Rocky Mountain (1979)

Show Me (Love In Feeling Prod. Pluton Records)

Days Ahead (Pete Rock & CL Smooth - They Reminisce Over You) Mashup

WOODEN LOVE
By Cripple Club/ collab with The Core Arts All Stars
Written by Terry Reeves
Recorded at Core Arts Studios, late 2014

Mickey Howard:  Guitar
Craig Shaw:  Harmonica
Gary Reeves:  Lead & Backing Vocals/ Boots (made for walking)
Terry Reeves:  Backing Vocals

To fully explain what this song is about we need to go back in time to1994, a  momentous year in which Nelson Mandela was voted into power as South Africa’s president and also when my second son Dan was born. I knew there and then the world would never be the same again.  In the best possible way, mine certainly hasn’t since, at a very young age, Dan fell in love with a piece of wood and four wheels (trucks).
For ten years, starting from when he was a mere six years old, he would spend every free moment practicing the art of skateboarding, which included attending numerous events across the South of England. During this time, I became like a personal road manager and would take he and his friends to the many competitions which took place in the area.  I remember so clearly his excitement when he managed to ride his skateboard and lift it 2 inches (about 50cm) above the ground, quite some achievement for a young lad such as himself. 
He now jumps enormous heights with the skateboard seemingly glued to his feet,  performing amazing tricks with a skill and panache that have to be seen to be believed. In the course of perfecting these he does have his fair share of falls and crashes, resulting in injuries to various parts of his anatomy but his abiding dedication to the sport he loves always outweigh the not inconsiderable discomfort and pain.
Even at the relatively advanced age of 29, Twiggy (my son’s skateboard name) is still addicted to the art and this song is dedicated to his everlasting love for those four trucks attached to a piece of laminated wood. When he is skateboarding, he is at peace with both himself and the world, managing to find moments of pure contentment away from life’s daily challenges.
It is true to say that Twiggy still shares Nelson Mandela’s lifetime objective for world peace with the added proviso that, by law, every open space should also have a designated skatepark. He is entirely serious.  (Terry Reeves)

We owe huge debt of thanks to the following:
Core Arts (https://soundcloud.com/coreartsmusic)
Mickey Howard (https://soundcloud.com/mickey-howard)
Craig Shaw (https://soundcloud.com/craigshawmusic)
Jono Trott (https://soundcloud.com/jonodog)
Nik Paravatos at the TLSS studios, Homerton, for his invaluable help with the final mix.  (Gary Reeves)

Let me tell you baby why I want you at my feet
We may part just now and then but we have destiny to meet
Always seen together, sliding down the street
Always at my feet (Repeat twice)


Let me tell you baby why I want to spin you round
Poetry in motion until we hit the ground
Always good together, four wheels spinning round
Back on solid ground (Repeat twice)


            Got a grip on life   (Jumping up and down)
            Flying in the air   (Shouting out for more)
Make the public stare (Baying for the floor)
Looking for a spot   (For us both to be)
Never hiding out  (But not always seen)
Never in one place (Will there ever be?)
Never face to face (Up against the wall)
Time to tell the truth  (Did we ever lie?)
It’s the Midas touch  (Golden, golden touch)
Don’t avoid the rush (Just a bigger crush)
      Giving feet a chance (Giving wheels a chance))
For a lover’s dance   (For a lover’s dance)


Let me tell you baby why our love is worth the pain
When we get it right, no other feeling’s quite the same
Always be together but one of us will change
But love remains
Always be the same (Repeat twice)

Wooden Love (Cripple Club collab with Core Arts All Stars)

Lyrics by https://soundcloud.com/ChrisTheKiDD
Instrumental produced by SBAYN

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King (freeverse)

Production credits include: Zhong TV, Discovery Channel

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