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"Oscillations in Green" is a hypnotic soundscape that pulses with life, blending jazz, classical, and electronica into a seamless journey through the Sierra Juárez. Anchored by a thumping kick and guitar-forward melodies, it evokes the swaying pines and mountain breezes of Capulálpam de Méndez. This track is an ode to the vibrant connection between sound and nature, where every note feels like a breath of fresh air amid the timeless rhythms of the forest.

Oscillations in Green

Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production
(From the forthcoming album ‘From London To Hamburg’)

Photograph and post production by Dan Duchars.
Hans’ video: https://youtu.be/Lm8WoxCegRE?si=XFq1zX8Gkz3oLDmH

When you’re brainstorming ideas for album covers, you never really think they might involve placing yourselves in the middle of a road as traffic bears down on you.  However, that is precisely what we did.
Now I’m not one to tell tales but it was all Gal’s fault.  He thought our front cover  should feature an image of the entire band, which was quite compelling aside from the fact that we lived in London, Hans in Hamburg and have in reality never met.  But Gal had a mate called Dan (who lives in Norfolk, hence the title), a professional photographer whose comprehensive knowledge of Photoshop could bring the three of us together.
We’d always loved the pre-fame, Astrid Kirchherr portraits of The Beatles, taken during their club-playing, Hamburg days and two of these became our template - in focus subject occupying the foreground, covert and blurred figure (in our case, 2  figures) in the distance.
And so it was that, armed with a pin-sharp shot of Hans, we met with Dan to photograph the background scene which, as outlined previously, was in the middle of a busy side road.  Camera in hand, Dan teetered on a plastic crate as Gal and me  dodged back and forth to avoid a plethora of oncoming vehicles - everything from lorries to mobility scooters - who were, on the whole, very accommodating in the circumstances. Some even smiled and waved - at least I think that’s what they were doing…
We owe Dan so much, not only for his consummate skills and kindness but also for laying his life on the line in the name of art.  This song is for him.  (Terry Reeves)

I met a man called Dan holding a magical light
Viewing future moments, giving individual sight
Shadows from Hamburg, combination of skills
Show London reflection of a figure standing still

Chorus:
A flash of light, picture to follow
In black & white, diverse as tomorrow

Stand high in right places, enchanted vision of art
Friend of ageing musicians, sorcery skills from the heart
A Wizard conjuring cover, Kirchherr’s copy of claim
Painting light into a picture, producing Album in frame

Chorus

Viewing from height - sparks of vision
Seeing it tight - artist precision
Know left from right - avoid collision
Negative in sight - develop position

Chorus

Confidence in commitment, enjoying musical tracks
Working four to an image, platinum vinyl plaque 
Black and white cover photo, a clue why, when and who
Monochrome life connections, enjoy vision past to new

Chorus

A feeling it’s time to give a show
A feeling making history grow
A feeling, a feeling only one way to go
A feeling thinking fast going slow
A feeling Duchars photos will glow
A feeling CC one day will all know

FROM NORFOLK TO LONDON  - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Video)

Just haning out here in the Sierra Juarez mountains sensing the spirits and hugging the trees er... and burning them sometimes too...

Azule Touch

Thank you for listening!

soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

Ready for a Mission

Equalizer

Equalizer.WAV

16 листопада, у свій день народження співачка Ana Danch презентує нову пісню «Осіння ніч».
Пісня про справжні почуття зародженні восени, пісня-надія на те, що це кохання житиме вічно.

On November 16, on her birthday, singer Ana Danch releases a new song "Осіння Ніч".
A song about true emotions that bloom in autumn, a song about the hope that this love will last forever.

Lyrics:
Осіння ніч в коханні 
Вже майже сніг, та нам не холодно 
Перші ми тут і останні 
Темно довкола, а нам всеодно 

Так тепло в твоїх обіймах
Я в тобі тону, як в морі ріка
В полоні я слів твоїх ніжних
До тебе лиш лине моя душа

А-а-а-а-а-а
Біжу за тобою я знов і знов
А-а-а-а-а-а
Мрію щоб вічно жила ця любов 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Я Всі почуття віддаю і ти знай
А-а-а-а-а-а
З тобою для мене тут справжній рай

Скільки днів минуло ти памʼятаєш?
Відтоді як сказав, що мене кохаєш 
Відтоді як ми вперше Новий Рік зустріли 
І від всіх втекти удвох зуміли

Хочу щоб здійснились усі бажання
І лиш від щастя були наші коливання 
Відчувати - моя рука в твоїй долоні 
Кожен ранок радіти своїй долі 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Біжу за тобою я знов і знов
А-а-а-а-а-а
Мрію щоб вічно жила ця любов 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Я Всі почуття віддаю і ти знай
А-а-а-а-а-а
З тобою для мене тут справжній рай

Осіння ніч

TAMBOUR D’AMOUR Feat. Cindy

In this track I used piano, electric guitar, Korg Minilogue, Rhodes, electric bass, drums and djembe.
Thank you for listening !
Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
December, 13th, 2024

Thrive

What is now?
What is now?
What you see from me is already in the past.
For sure it's a short time lapse, a small fraction of a second.
Light is fast, and there's just a few steps separating our pains.
Will you please now forgive me?
Will you please now forgive me?
Behind what you now see, there is already a different man.

Time Lapse (Based on Anastasyia and David de Michele instrumental)

We all experience at certain times in our lives challenges that call into question our benchmarks. It is then an occasion to find new opportunities to move forward. It is also an opportunity to open ourselves up better to others and to move towards new ones perspectives, like a passage that takes us to a new place.

Le Passage

REVERENCE

I gently pushed the heavy door.
It opened as an invitation.
My steps searched for the proper pace.
Not too fast, not too slow,
driven by carefully crafted thoughts,
not too harsh, not too kind,
as the stones all around me 
seemed able to read my mind.
I listened carefully to the stillness of light,
in deep respect for the truth to come,
the final verdict for my troubled life.
Deep inside I knew I would just kneel and accept,
for I too would see the fullness of my heart.

Reverence JFC (Based on Debra Buesking's piano piece)

Thanks for dropping by as always :)
Link to another one of those barely moving pictures and sounds things here if you want it - https://youtu.be/OQZhlPPNGAs

Lyrics
Decisions we never made 
will make us in the end
plans built on empty grounds 
an alibi sworn to pretend
just to get to something real 
we make same different mistakes
thinking you’ve life to waste
can’t escape a mirror 2-faced

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend

Build all our foundations 
two arguments at a time
burnt down broken promises
to feed a wipe clean mind
misunderstood ourself for treason
but never defined a crime
if I could I’d have a reason
not a lesson learnt up a line
but life’s lessons never taught on time

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
Broken bridges

Just cos there’s no answer
don’t mean there’s no wrong
we gotta believe in something
and keep trying to belong
but are we singing the same old song

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
We’ve broken bridges
We’re broken bridges
All broken bridges
We’ve all broken bridges
We’re all broken bridges
Just broken bridges
Forever there to amend 
Forever there to pretend


Broken Bridges

Dedicated to the early Christians possibly worshiping in the catacombs. Actually, the idea that the catacombs were used as hiding places is disputed. But I've used it anyway. And "damnatio ad bestias" did certainly happen.

*** Leaving Rome ***

The sand of the arena is warm and soft
and it will soon be soaked with the sufferings of life.
Simply to believe has become complicated,
but no man can hide forever in dark places.
Today I stand and open my arms to the upright Sun.
As brothers start falling, the crowd yells and asks for more.
I now contemplate my last and few unpleasant options:
The jaws of lions, the claws of bears, the cruelty of swords.
Strangely enough, there is peace in my soul.
No fears. No regrets.
One way or another, I'm leaving Rome.
I'm leaving Rome…

Leaving Rome JFC (based on Debra Buesking / Stefan Kraft instrumental)

(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

I watched some years ago a TED presentation, and I was impressed by an interesting idea about sheep and sheperds. I do not recall the topic of the presentation nor the identity of the presenter. Here I wrote down the basic idea in my words and made some extrapolation regarding our human condition.

Javier Valero track I used with permission is found in https://soundcloud.com/jvaleroalb/rpr07_64/comment-2292988850

*** MORNING PRAYER *** 

How clever of sheep to acquire shepherds!
Doing so, they outsource their protection from predators
their food finding, their health maintenance.
All that for just a small loss of freedom.
They can even afford to be more stupid
than their relatives trying to survive in the wild.
And that is why, at each new dawn, 
I prostrate myself and praise the Lord, 
the Gracious, the Merciful, saving us from extinction.    
Thanks to Him, I can afford to be a mindless idiot.

Sheeheep.wav by HerbertBoland -- https://freesound.org/s/75190/ -- License: Attribution 4.0

Sheep in a field on the top of a mountain in Bask Country by felix.blume -- https://freesound.org/s/138424/ -- License: Creative Commons 0

Morning Prayer (Based on Javier Valero Piano Piece)

El taller de Cuca:
Toni Solé (piano and keyboard)
Mery Navarro (choirs)
Cuca Aguirre (choirs)
Pepe Gámez (Spanish guitar)
Antonio Sánchez (Spanish guitar and bongó)
Adrián González (electric guitar)
Sergio Párraga (keyboard, bass, melodic bass, cajón, palms, choirs, drumms programming and production)

Donde siempre

Composition, lyrics, piano, guitar, vocals by Joliz

February 2025

Same Pace

I started cool
You lit a fire.
When I burned
You turned to ice.

I started low
You pushed me higher.
When I lost grip
You crawled away.

I started slowly
You came to chase me.
When I gave up
You pulled the brake.

Our feelings grew
You hid behind wire
And I got hurt
Crossing the fence.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

All our lifes
Are made of moments.
They’re here and now
Each day anew.

All our plans
For the future
Are made of dreams
No dreams come true.

Then it turned the tide
And I lost interest.
I wanted life
Not chase and flight.

And I broke up
I broke off contact.
Then you woke up
And faced the fact.

You said "It makes no sense
To commit suicide
Out of fear
You might one day die.

Give me your hand
And let’s start living
Here and now
Each day anew."

Now we walk these streets
Each day together
Neither fast nor slow
But at the same pace.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

Same Pace

This is about really strong attraction, being unable to resist and understanding the fallout. I was sat listening to someone tell their tale and I realised, as ever, that it would make a great song! I hope you enjoy it. 
Take care 
James 
Mastered by RCD Audio.  Great with headphones! 
Lyrics 
The firepit 

The heat can singe, the brightness blinds
As sparks fly off, I lose track of time
Attraction’s strong, magnetic pull
Entranced by you, seduced, enthralled 

My life, your life, her life, their lives
Changed forever as each second dies  I look into your eyes 

She speaks to me, she shouts my name 
You don’t react,  so I do the same 
She’s hurt and leaves,  I watch her go
Just you and me, finally alone 

My heart, your heart, her heart, their hearts 
Affected by our words and thoughts
In this chaos we’re all caught 

(Chorus)
Under this clear and peaceful, star filled, winter sky 
The tragedy commences 
As our normality collapses 
And the firepit heats the air
As we move closer, you brush your hair 
from your eyes as you smile
And I’m lost 
Yeah I’m lost! 

All eyes on us, the whispers start
But we ignore them all, safe in the dark
We’re closer now, you take my hand
You say “it’s time”, I understand…

My path, your path, her path, their paths 
Set by our actions as the firepit glows
In the darkness we go..

(Chorus)
Under this clear and peaceful, star filled winter sky
We don’t think about the fall out 
No hesitation or doubt
the firepit’s still spitting,
As in the darkness we’re getting
Further from our old lives 

I don’t want to see the morning, 
I don’t want to see the hurt 
I don’t want to see the wreckage
Of everything I burned 
(Repeat) 

James Whiteman copyright 13 February 2024

The Firepit

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace
Photography: Unknown
soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

No man´s land

A collab with https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan on violin and keys/sounddesign and https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel on bass guitar, Big Thank You to my wonderful collaborators. Please take a listen to the remix of KBS:  https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan/brochen?si=a3d0ddc3cdb9475f9601e6fdea3e64bc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
 
At 1142 metres above sea level, the ‘Brocken’ (also known as the ‘Blocksberg’) is the highest mountain in the ‘Harz’, a mid-range mountain group in Central Germany. Put simply, it is a large block of granite, a plutonic rock. It is shrouded in legends and mystery. My father grew up in this area as a child and of course knew the old stories and myths, including some about the so-called "Brocken Ghost"...

The cropped, filtered and edited photography shows the „Brocken Spectre“ (original by Walter Richter)
					
„When the observer's shadow falls on a layer of fog or clouds, the shadow is not represented by a solid surface, but by each drop of water in the haze individually. As a result, the brain cannot see the shadow stereoscopically and significantly overestimates the size. Air movements cause the shadow to move, even when the observer is standing still. This seemingly separate entity can also float and hover without having any visible contact with the ground. The other physical conditions on the mountain, cool and damp air, silence, as well as the lack of orientation due to a lack of foresight and neighbouring mountains, reinforce the subjective impression of the apparent existence of a ghost."

					Johan Esaias Silberschlag, 1780


Brocken Ghost

1
The shadow falls (4)
On layers of fog 
The shadow falls
Unto each single drop
The shadow falls
On layers of fog
The shadow falls (2)
  
A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story…

2
The shadow floats
On layers of fog
The shadow  is hovering
Over the ground
The shadow is growing
Waving without sound
The shadow floats
With a glory

A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story
On each single drop
On each single drop

Brocken Ghost (wt KBS and Holger Engel, raw edit)

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