The better of the lyrics and vocals too. Nice playing from the band.

Ah, yet another splendid add to Tom's great track here. We now have about 5-6 creations on top of this beauty and they are all good. Love your take as well. Great job.

And, there's Tom's phenomenal guttering again! Love it. :D))) Check out my 'Fly On Doves' version some time, if you might like?

So good to hear this again - great tune from Tom and your lyrics are, as always, a true delight, Steve...

Really enjoyed this, everything worked perfectly.

Thanks for the spin, it was a great backing track to jump aboard.

love the guitar instrumental ...nice ltysics

clean smooth lead vocal.  I remember the Tom Adam days

Here's something  brief. Sounds like i've ladled on the reverb a bit but there was no stopping myself.

Old Lovers. ( Steve Killingbeck )

This is my Covid Project.
Up until recently I reckon I was the only person on the planet not to have experienced the dreaded virus!
Anyway, I finally caught it while trying to record this song. All fairly mild but it lingered a while, and affected my voice a bit. 
This song has been knocking around for so long now I haven't the heart to do any more re-recording :) So ........ up it goes.
PS all better now ....... eventually!

One Face in a Million

sometimes I think that maybe it was a mistake to use the name Pa' Shot The Canary, but it's a bit like when you tell a little white lie, it spirals out of control, you get in too deep and then it all becomes irreversible and you are stuck with it. This is Me trying to kill him, in a nice way though. 

Anyway, thanks a lot for all the support of my music, SoundCloud is a wonderful community, it feels like the talent on here has just skyrocketed since covid, the standard is crazy, and always a pleasure to hear. 

Cheers for the inspiration, take care folks.

said Michael


Does This One Sound Like Me

Lyrics

does this one sound like me or
Pa' Shot The Canary

folks used to say that he looks a bit like me

but I paid for the right

to hide in plain sight

they say he's playing in some backstreet dive tonight

and when he stole my books

well he took my records too

I only wish he was half as good as you

and I won't give a damn

when he is so long gone

no I won't stay in touch

and he can keep a hold of 

all of those crumby songs

I hope that he takes ill 

and I'll just walk on by

it's not as if we're living the same life

I know that he'd feel the same

boy he don't even got no name

he's just a pawn in some fabricated game

that I'm playing

does this one sound like me


Recorded and mastered, as best I can, at home on my 8 track.✌️




Does This One Sound Like Me

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

This is another 1 mic recording, just me and guitar, recorded on my 8 track in the living room, no effects or overdubs. I'm having a bit of decorating done in the house, so it's bare bones on the music front at the minute, a lot of gear packed away. So this  Is my song Push It Down The River, but I decided to try singing using my natural Geordie dialect/accent , oddly though it doesn't feel too normal  singing like this, but I've given it a go. Maybe just a one off, I'll see!

Thanks as always for listening and inspiring!

Push It Doon The River For Ye

Ever felt like life is passing you by?

You're just crossing off the days?

Ticking down the time?
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Ticking

Ticking down the time.
Nowhere at the speed of light,
Nothing in my mind.
A dream of futures past.
Precious in my heart,
But it never came to pass.
Rearranged all my drawers of memory's worn out socks,
Corrected all my broken lifetime's kitchen clocks.
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Backwards at the speed of life,
Burdened in my mind.
Who stole it all away?
The clarity of thought
That defined me yesterday.
Dusted all the volumes on my memory's shelf,
Time-lapsed photographic of my former self.
Just ticking down the time.

Tomorrow calls in shades of black,
I swear these walls are staring back,
We waltz our falls in spiral mime,
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Lights out on the road ahead,
Fog come down behind.
Ready to anoint
The corpse of a life history
Shrivelled to a point.
JPEG'd out the detail of the smiling years,
Algorithmically compressed into this room of tears,
Where I'm just ticking down the time.
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Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash

Ticking

Rock Flexible - König von Thule 
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This track has quite a story. The basic playback piano, synths and drums have been composed and pre-produced by OESJ (Ralf Wadephul + Peter Pasch) and sent to me to work out some guitars. The whole music was intended as a vocal track with a female singer. 

Before I really started to work with the song I played a bit with the core of the song, and made a whole new story out of it, adding guitar layers and also sung on it. Lacking lyrics I used the lyrics of 'Der König von Thule' Gretechen sung in Goethes "Faust" ...
Of course this version was never meant to be published and was just an 'Outtake' on my harddisk. Untill the other day, where I asked the OESJ guys for the permission to publish it as an kinda 'cover version' of the song ... :)
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OESJ wall: https://soundcloud.com/oesj

The original OESJ Song 'Sputnik' the original idea developed to (many weeks after I did my private take): https://soundcloud.com/rock-flexible/sputnik-alive-oesj-ft-katja-e
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Sometimes life makes strange loops ... lol
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(c)2017 - 2023 - All rights reserved - OESJ

Rock Flexible - König von Thule (ft. OESJ, ft. Goethe, see description)

for an earlier version visit
https://soundcloud.com/richsoundz-534267642/an-auspicious-day-oorlab-music of Richsoundz who wrote the lyrics

The instrumental version https://on.soundcloud.com/rHnwK

Picture
c.1546 PREVIOUSLY ATTRIBUTED TO FLEMISH SCHOOL, 16TH CENTURY
Elizabeth I when a Princess c.1546
Queen's Drawing Room, Windsor Castle
www.rct.uk/collection/404444/e…h-i-when-a-princess


An Auspicious Day

V1:

Our good Queen Elizabeth

Bereft of mother while so young

Has weathered slingshots of outrageous fortune:

Wise has she become

She kept her wits, maintained her cool

Let no one play her for a fool

Over us has she proved fit to rule

V2:

Her coronation day they say

Was calculated by John Dee

Astronomer, astrologer

With the insight to foresee

With the planets right-aligned

Fortuitous would be the signs

To crown our sparkling jewel in her prime

*****Break*****

V3:

'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown':

So goes the famous quote

Fraught is rule, so full of danger:

Readily is that head smote

Discretion our Queen Bess learned fast:

Made sacrifices to the last:

All dreams of marriage consigned to the past

V4:

And auspicious was that

January 1559:

Gloriana cheered by London crowds

So dignified her might

And her regal status, power:

Woman of the hour

Her 'Golden Age' long reign saw England flower

An Auspicious day

An Auspicious Day

Rainy Night in Soho

From the forthcoming album “Another Zero”.

Song, Lyrics and Lead Vocals By Terry Reeves (April 1995) 
Hans-Michael Albers: Guitars, Bass, Drums, FX, Production and Final Mix

This song is about the first time my eldest son realised that nothing in life is forever.  He was just 5 at the time.  One evening, I was giving him a bath when, completely out of the blue, he asked me “Where’s your Dad today?” 

My Dad had died a couple of years before Jason was born and, whilst I had no problem giving him a straight answer, did wonder what had suddenly prompted the question.

I tried to explain that my Dad was no longer alive, a difficult concept for a child of 5 to fully grasp, hence his follow-up question, “Is he playing games and pretending, just like you and me?” 

There’s nothing my Dad would have loved more than to come over and play some games, and I found it more than a little tricky to tell Jason exactly why he couldn’t.  He was asking who my Dad was - “Who do you talk to? Who do you play with?” - and I had to find a way of telling him that, at some point, everyone’s life just kind of moves on.

As he processed this, his eyes started to well with tears.  He asked me if I would always be there, and if I would always be his Dad and I told him that, whatever happened, there would only ever be one Dad for us both.  The fact that I too was now crying may well have made this rather hard to decipher, but the hug he gave me showed just how much he understood.  It was a moment I have never forgotten.

Sharing that moment is something we still talk about, a memory we both recall with such clarity and such overwhelming fondness, a remembrance that will last the rest of our lives.

As always, working on this track with Hans has been such a complete pleasure.  He is not only a master musician and producer but a brilliant interpreter of songs – this track is everything I wanted it to be, and I cannot thank him enough for that.
Terry Reeves

LYRICS

Father to Son (Written By Terry Reeves April 1995)

Always asking where's your Dad today
Is he coming round our house to play
But I tell him no he's gone
Got a feeling he won't be around

Then he asks is he playing games
Just pretending like you and me
There’s no hiding where he had to go
Will not get the chance to say hello

I want him to know
Didn’t want him to go                          CHORUS
I want him to see
Didn’t want him to go

If he loved you did he have to leave
Did you cry did he wave his hand
Lots of sadness when the moment came
Passing years sometimes helps the pain

Has he gone now is he coming back
If he’s not then who will be my Dad
Then I tell him I cannot replace
Man inside will always show his face

I want him to know
Didn’t want him to go
I want him to see

MIDDLE

As the sadness shows surprise 
I knew him more
As he filtered to recognise 
I knew him more
As the tears filled up his eyes
I knew him more
As he started to realise 
I knew him more 
I knew him more 
I knew him more 


Do you love me are you growing old
Will you leave me can you always stay
Yes I tell him there will never be
Any other Dad for you or me


I want him to know.

Father To Son (Collab. with Hans Albers)

Tom Adams made a sublime country tune open for collab.   I worked something into it.

Do you remember much about last night, or is it just a foggy picture in your head,
the drunken taxi ride, the bar-room fight,
and how you came to be here in my bed ?

I think somebody hurt you once, but you don't like to say,
maybe you will talk to me someday.
You come to me when the moon is full or when it all just gets too much,
I've got a feeling that you just come here for my loving touch.

And some of us are nervous, like we're taken by surprise,
some of us are angels with the devil in our eyes,
some of us are weary of the burden on our backs
and some of us are falling through the tracks.

Now I sit and watch you sleep in the hour before the dawn,
lying in the arms of Morpheus you're looking pretty torn,
your dreams are growing dangerous, I can hear the sound
of a thousand worried whispers going down.

And some of us are delicate, it's always been that way,
and some of us are snowflakes, we simply fade away,
some of us are weary of the burden on our backs,
and some of us are falling through the cracks.

Falling through the cracks.  *Tom Adams Steve Killingbeck

It's a home-spun kind of sound.    Enjoy your dream . Stevek

Falling through the cracks. *Tom Adams Steve Killingbeck

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