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All Alone

What a picture I have drawn  
I wonder where it all has gone  
There was a time when parties  
Drew the dummies and smarties  
 
Time travelled and with it I went  
Not knowing where I was sent  
But the children have all grown  
And I find myself all alone  
 
Bridge
 
Sometimes I feel so sad
But I know it’s not so bad
Sometimes I feel so forlorn
And wishing that I’d never been born
 
They abound and friends were near  
Now there’s only me alone here  
I didn’t see what was coming  
It was like a leak in the plumbing  
 
I raised a family and did my job  
I never tried to take and rob  
But I’m not down or depressed  
I realize I’ve done my best

All Alone (Featuring Dave Cooper)

This https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783 composition was destined for life as an instrumental track and found itself conjoined to my vocal.

FMT explain the process in their blog:
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/blanket-of-moss.html

Blanket of Moss

Release Date: 1/1/23
I released this track approximately ten years ago. This is a re-release, I redid the vocals and vocal processing. Remastered it to make it a bit clearer. It been a real pleasure rocking with the SoundCloud community in the past, let’s  keep it going. Thanks for taking the journey with me. Enjoy!
Headphone recommended and crank it!!!…lyrics are below.✌🏽
Original: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/the-cure-rap-remix-at-level
The Cure Copyright © 2013, Ian Greaves

Intro
It's not a complex venture
Could not pick up the slack
Couldn’t find a replacement
IPG1 is back
So I'm at it again
Is becoming my new trend
Creating and publishing -------------again and again
Starting at the beginning 
How I make my words bend
Like An audio puzzle flowing from my pen

Verse

you might want to share
So pull up a chair 
Ask a friend over and have another beer 
make sure you headphones is hugging your ear
keep on listening until it comes clear
thought seeing was believing will listen up hear
Just keep your head bobbing  like you don't care 

PreChorus
Pumping out legit jams every day
So put me on your playlists and just press play
It's a chain reaction that's really quite clever
One song one rap that inspires the other
It's a never ending circle that keeps me on point
I'm about to drop another SoundCloud joint


Verse
IPG number one because I want to be 
I mix it up just like chemistry 
I fuck with the motherfucking industry
I do what I want how could there be 
so many raps inside of me so 
I used level one up to set them free

Chorus
You're in a virtual reality 
it's just a technicality
an audio capability
been pulled and automatically
So check your personality
controls will systematically ----return to you 
Just move to the music-------the beats and the rhythm
relax and don't panic----delivered to the public
Cause we just started -----An audio epidemic

JAM With me -----level one up


Copyright © 2013, Ian Greaves


IPG

Cure Remix

New recording of this song that was in the finals of the NZ MLT songwriting awards 2010


Is This Who I Think It Is 

Another tumble ‘cross the dance floor
A tender hold onto someone I call my own 
A look into her eyes that lingers
Another drink that goes from loving hand to hand

Is this who I think it is
A touch and a blown kiss
I look at her
I look at him
Is this who I think it is

A frozen minute in a lifetime
I lurch and stumble to the dancers of the night 
As I push myself between them 
My life with her is playing out in black and white

I wonder at the blind man
Who was missing all the clues
Once a happy go lucky guy
Now with leaden shoes

I am dancing in a wasteland
She is speaking but I cannot hear a sound
Her face resigned to do to her duty
I can see him and his eyes are shifting round

Is This Who I Think It Is

Sometimes it all goes slow. 

image: Aubree Henrick

solstice solitaire

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
Your not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

This guitar based ambient track is another track from my "Endless Oceans"https://soundcloud.com/abloamberelli/sets/pablo-camberelli-sea-sounds project I have slowly been working on. These tracks are inspired from my long sea passages as a sailor on deep sea vessels in my earlier life. 
Thank you for all the great support you have shown me after my long absence I really do appreciate it ... love and peace ..Pablo
Music,composition,orchestration,arrangement, production Pablo https://soundcloud.com/abloamberelli/tracks
Mix & master Retrotone https://soundcloud.com/pablocambo
©Retro-tone Audio

Becalmed//Picking up the wind

Becalmed//Picking Up The Wind

Mill Lane is our temporary rehearsal space this year - located in the nth suburbs of Hobart its a huge warehouse that is in the process of being emptied of museum equipment. Each week the space gets bigger and more cathedral like as the crates go out the roller door. Heres a little taste from the other night.. you will need to excuse me on 2 fronts - My zoom seems to be reaching the end of its life so the recordings is pretty scratchy and 2 I reckon i am a bit out of tune... anyway the energy is good and the ears locked in to what the other musician is doing which I guess is the main thing. Happy Riffing

Kirby/Ward riffing at Mill Lane

We did another piece , so maybe we will keep doing it 

Aporia is
Dani Kirby: piano
Bruce Musser: guitar
Dane Renshaw: drums
Mat Ward: electric bass

Aporia #2

blangerd (3rd ear mix)

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to human eyes

Image background from a medieval Leper house in Ireland.
Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

Blanket of Moss

SuZanne Ledwith

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