This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
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SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

Spotify

Smoke

(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

sergio camilloni - una lata de sardinas digitales

Elevation

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin composer guitar player and lover of all stall

WIPERS 140 INDIE 2021

Sheriff Mephisto (Chapter 2)

Here's a fantasy track with piano, strings, flute, clarinet, celesta and some orchestral percussions.
Thank you for listening !

Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
November, 13th, 2021

Fairyland

Written Performed And Recorded By DMc January 2022.

Stop Messing Me Around (Lyrics)

Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around

I Promised You Baby There'd Be No One Else
I Give You Lovin Like You Never Felt
Strange Voices Going Through My Mind
You've Been Busy Working Overtime
I Heard You Talking On The Telephone
It's 3AM And You're Still Not Home
Evil Woman    Done Me Wrong
I've Done My Time And You Bet I'm Gone

Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around
You've Been Seen All Over Town
Stop Messing Me Around
I'll See You Later Baby

Well We All Know The Story
Beginning To End
I've Got Those Good Times Coming Again
I've Got Another Sweet Baby Living Down The Road
You Aint Messing Me Around Little Girl No More
You Aint Messing No More

I Promised You Baby There'd Be No One Else
I Give You Lovin Like You Never Felt
Strange Voices Going Through My Mind
You've Been Busy Working Overtime
I Heard You Talking On The Telephone
It's 3AM And You're Still Not Home
Evil Woman    Done Me Wrong
I've Done My Time And You Bet I'm Gone

Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around
You've Been Seen All Over Town
Stop Messing Me Around
I'll See You Later Baby - Yeah

Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around
Stop Messing Me Around

All Lyrics Written By DMc.Music @Copyright2022.

Stop Messing  Me Around

This is about the consequences of bullying. Morgan was 13, bullied at school mercilessly and relentlessly, until she committed suicide. When I read about the case years ago I found it distressing and later was moved to write this song. Don’t have a personal connection to what happened, I just found it really sad.


They found her in the morning
The sadness in her eyes remained
They had taunted and they teased
And broke her
She died in her sleep
Alone.

She fought them off as long as she could
They wore her down until the pain took…
She begged everyone
Rescue me from this pain.

They found her in the morning
The gladness in her heart erased
The tragedy of Morgan
Will haunt them
Each night as they sleep
Alone.

She fought them off as long as she could
They wore her down until the pain took…
She begged everyone
Rescue me from this pain.

Morgan can you tell us where you are
(The) life you lost was beautiful to us
Morgan can you show us what to do
(Your) life will shine a light for us from you.

Morgan
We miss you
Morgan 
We miss you
Morgan 
We miss you
Where are you, today?
We miss you.

Morgan can you tell us where you are 
(The) life you had was beautiful to us
Morgan can you show us what to do
(Your) life will shine a light for us from you.

Morgan

Plastic Masks with Plastic People

THE NATURE OF LOVE (ft. Colleen Bleazard)

Sometimes I play music.  





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Plastic Masks with Plastic People

Von Sebastian