Potrei sbagliarmi
Potrei ricordare male però 
Queste cose le ho già viste 
(le ho già viste) lo so 

Se non vado errato
Son passato varie volte qua
Una musica nota 
Mi suona sconosciuta 

Anche tu straniera del giorno
Amica della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

I miei occhi
Sfumature del cielo scrutano
È proprio vero o no 

La terra umida
Che tocco con le mie mani 
Ci sarà ci sarà domani 

Anche tu amica del giorno
Straniera della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Come pagine di un libro
Letto per metà
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te


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Sogno

Cast of characters:
Steve's Planet--@steve-vervaet—Steve—acustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, composition/arrangement

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman–Stephen–electric guitar, production, and mix

J.J. Terrell--@j-j-terrell—JJ—organ

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara–Ken–drums, percussion, and low vocal harmony

Llanpsych–@llanpsych–Tez–electric guitar 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–Fender precision bass  


This song began as an acoustic guitar and vocals stem written and performed by Steve. He sent it to me, and I added the undulating staccato bass line, with the help of Ken's always well-suited drums. We went back and forth a couple of times, as is our process, until it clicked. Tez added some really dynamic leads and fills throughout, and Stephen filled in the rest of the electric guitar in a Keith/Ronnie kind of way, which is very tasteful. JJ then added some perfectly complimentary organ. Finally, Ken pleasantly surprised us with the low vocal harmonies, which were spot on. 
  Stephen also mixed and produced this one for us. He's brilliant behind the board, and we're lucky to have him aboard. This one came together in a matter of a relatively short period of a fortnight, which is rare for the Eclectic Collective. But, when something is hot and already put together, it comes quickly. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed putting it together.

Lyrics:
Fallin’
Wandering aimless
Couldn’t shoot straight
No ability
Not much to say
There was no sign of me
Good times, bad times
Leaving out the sad times
Easily
That’s what they’re telling me
Mend or break
Looking over rooftops
Coming to a full stop
Suddenly
On a sad height
Raging endlessly
Breakline, beeline
Picking up the freeline
Easily
Follow my way
Leavin’ the fast lane
My- My mind is fallin’
When I think about, losing out
There’s no doubt, you started fallin’ x2
And I – I’ve been going my way
One more time, only today 2x
My- My mind is fallin’
When I think about, losing out
There’s no doubt, you started fallin’ x2

Fallin' (Steve's Planet with Eclectic Collective)

You know it's true, the robots are coming....

Replaced

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

Somewhere

Patterns of circles.

RPR08_63

You Can Call Me Crazy,But It's Now Or Never..

In the haze of the morning
The crow dances to the breeze
In the maze of this life
Shattered pieces of a dream 
From the playground downtown 
The lights flashing aloud 
Far beneath the ground
The echos Vibrating sound 
Clarity I see looking into your eyes
Drifting away, to the seas, to the skies 
A land filled with peace, there in your arms 
A glimmering sky…far from harm
A rainbow sky..passing inside 
Butterfly dreams..dragonfly sky

Concrete walls, years down these halls 
Silent nights, seven flights
Riverbend, far from the eye
River send, peace to the right
On this perch I sit and wait
For the bleeding sunset cast over the lake
The ancient place where the grackles sing 
The ancient place where the last breathe brings
Love yourself, tend the needs, destiny, find the seed
Let it grow, overfill, let it be, time will tell 

The WU it sleeps, it breathes, it eats
From the valley, the screams, they show, money
Rooftops, light rocks, meth melt to the ground
Willow tree, people see, what can’t be dealt
1203, explosive company, down to the ground 
Straight to the sea
Rise above what’s in front of me
Reflections of pieces of a dream

Patterns of circles.

Steve Coombes