Der Hunne Vol2

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

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
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Connected-Interlude

Beyond the Veil

Now into my seventh decade of living, and celebrating my fiftieth anniversary this month as a guitar player (I should play better than do;), I wanted to drop this "little ditty" as my attempt to keep up with the likes of Bill Liggett (@soundcloud.com/greenfleamusic/tracks) and other notable players on this fine platform.  Actually it's an attempt to keep up with myself, seeing if I can still play what I learned 40-plus years ago, in the case of this song, the introductory licks I learned from a very fine Kansas City lounge musician, Mark Bell in 1979.  For those keeping score, you may remember it from the song "This Motel Room" by Jimmy Buffet--a fun and clever song that details the many nights touring musicians have to endure staying in motel rooms.  I took the initial licks heard throughout the song and built an independent melody line around it, half blues ditty, half musical joke, with a serious moment (you know I have to have one of those:), all with the hope of bringing a smile.  I'm proud to say I can still play it, and maybe, just maybe a little better now than then:)  Bill, just don't ask me to play it live;)

A Little Ditty (David, solo guitar)

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/dR5vMkboQXQ

Rempli     (Translated after the French text )

Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Poitrine contre poitrine,
ma chair contre ta chair,
je me souviens d'un silence rempli de ton sourire.
Au seuil de l'horizon .... vivent mes songes
et nos premiers regards. et nos premiers regards.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Il n'y avait aucun enjeu. Aucune honte et
le vent nous portait.
le vent nous portait.
Là bas vit ma jeunesse remplie de ton sourire.
Là bas le temps ne passe pas. .. ne passe pas.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Au seuil de l'horizon, vivent mes rêves.
Et le temps infini.
Et le temps infini

Filled

Chest against chest,
my flesh against your flesh,
I remember a silence filled with your smile.
On the threshold of the horizon .... live my dreams
and our first glances. and our first glances.
I hadn't embraced any body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
There was nothing at stake. No shame and
the wind carried us.
the wind carried us.
There lives my youth filled with your smile.
There time does not pass. .. does not pass.
I had embraced no body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
On the threshold of the horizon, live my dreams.
And infinite time.
And infinite time

Rempli avec Muette

L'homme éteint

If there was only one thing we could do? Electronic music with guitar and vocals. Art work : some of my photography

One Thing

Neli CoKo - After The Storm

A darkwave single from the upcoming album Pop 2.0.
Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWk-S1GDFEk

You lured me in
Through a veil, so thin
A rogue weekend to play pretend
Oh, end
This tragic day
But before I lead myself astray
There's one more thing I need to say

Just fade away
Walk away
My happiness has gone astray

Your love was cheap
You're such a creep
This black heart
Is yours to keep

Your lies were thick
The end came quick
And all that mattered
Was burned and scattered
Burned and scattered


Pop 2.0

Burned And Scattered

this one pretty much wrote itself when i found myself staring at a blank sheet of paper for ages,
tapping my pen annoyingly and waiting for something to happen........a live take with a bit of piano........cheers for having a listen......



           PEN TO PAPER 
 
my pen can write a letter of love
describe to you the stars above
congratulate you on your gain
comfort you when your in pain

console you in your time of need
tell you that you're loved indeed
but if i told you how i feel today
my pen would be cruel

my pen can sign my life away
to own a house i'll never pay
then write it in a thank you note
for the monstrous debt that i now owe

my pen has got me in trouble deep
sometimes so much i cannot sleep
if i were to write about myself
my pen would be cruel

i don't pretend to understand
what's going on upstairs
i just try to keep it to myself
sometimes it's better, to hide it all away
i know to you that that don't make much sense

my pen can tell you how and why
my love for you could never die
write the words with even flow
so you would never have to know

my pen is guarded at the gate
it hides my secrets can't escape
and if they did then you would know
my pen can be so cruel

misanthropy, philanthropy, 
evilness and empathy    
my pen belongs in their mirrored halls
it's inky eye looks through them all

there's nothing it can't see right through
the things you thought that no one knew
now written there right in front of you
the pen can be so cruel

my pen can talk what i can't speak
and go where i don't want to be
from a prison cell to a sunburst sky
turn the truth against a lie

write a wrong into a right
turn a long day into night
the burden can be so heavy
when the pen can be so cruel

Pen To Paper

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted

Beyond the Veil

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚