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Beautiful song with great vocals and guitars! Really good production, too. Congrats, cheers :))

LET IT COME TRUE WITH TIME

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Lyrics
Are you a fixed star 
of unknown location?
Strumming a particle guitar
Celestial creation.

Are you the beat of a solar storm
Travelling Earthbound
Of elemental form
Worshipping sundog.


To the sound of the whistling sun

Strumming a particle guitar

Are you a shooting star
in an absent moon sky
Dancing past
Jupiter and Mars
Through a billion and one stars?



Steve Pumphrey's inventiveness, musicality and virtuosic guitar playing have infused Particle Guitar with celestial splendour.
Privileged to have had this track mixed by Damian Chennells https://soundcloud.com/damianchennells
Mastered by Ciarán Cullen
https://suzanneledwith.bandcamp.com/releases
Art concept by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

Particle Guitar

Another forgotten song that has been hanging around in my files for some time.  I finally decided to share it with the public.

Sparkling Eyes

Intro:
Since I first saw them
Those eye had me at first glance

Verse 1:
Yes I love those Sparkling eyes
Those deep intense eyes of yours
They send me on wonderful highs
That take everything with no cures

Chorus:
Sparkling eyes
Shining so bright
Helps me realize
Everything’s all right

Verse 2:
I look at them in wonder
They shoot those beams like thunder
When the sun shines 
There are so many signs

Verse 3:
It is their wonderful duty
To make you a beauty
They are what make you 
such a fabulous brew

Sparkling Eyes

Vorlon Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 - Drums & Percussion Ideas
She/Her Janine Levinson @janinelevinson - Vocals & Ideas 
Tiresias Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

Pronouns [Let Me Be Me)

She 
He
She 
He...

I don’t want this
I do want that
I don’t want that
I do want this
You call me he
I call me they
They call me him
Let me be me
Or be him...

She Him They Them
She Her Me Him
He Her She Him
Why not be him?

Let me be me
Let me be me
Let me
Be me
Me

© July 2022 Phil McWalter

Pronouns (Let Me Be Me)

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(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, arrangement and production.

Einstein determined that time is relative and that the rate at which it passes depends on your frame of reference.  Now I’m not saying that I’m much of a scholar of his work but what I do know is that when the Covid pandemic was at it’s height and we were all confined to our homes, many of those that I spoke to didn’t even know where in the week we were, let alone the time of day, so yer man Einstein probably had a point.

This song was written long before the pandemic surfaced and came during telephone and email conversations I had with my two fellow Cripple Club garage band members, Gary and Hans . For example, I was chatting to Gal one day when he said “You know, I just can’t get the hang of time, these days.  Weeks seem to just merge into each other”. 

On the very same day, Hans sent me an email in which he stated "I’m really struggling to get the hang of time at the moment…” As someone who spends much of his time at home anyway, the two ‘hang of time’ statements did resonate with me and therefore carried an intriguing synchronicity.  I’m not someone who thinks these things have any mystical significance but the fact that they had both used precisely the same expression on the same day certainly placed the idea for this song in my mind.

Thanks again to Hans for taking the concept and formulating it so brilliantly into his arrangement for the song.  And many thanks to you for listening.
(Terry Reeves)

I just can’t get the hang of time
Tomorrow seemed a million miles behind
And yet a date turns up in front of mind
What more to remember or try to find

I just can’t get the hang of time

Another month goes by without a breath
Although breathing in moves me to the left
Time to the right can cause calendar theft
Pitching very low sounds to a musical clef

I just can’t get the hang of time

No shaking up time without showing my age
As click track continues keep missing the page
Never losing my temper but cheating a rage
There is never a tempo that keeps sounds in a cage

I just can’t get the hang of time (Repeat)

BREAK

Qualified people pointing a direction to live
Not one understands why I’m mentally captive
Each box with a tick but the time doesn’t give
My Individual need making all words so inactive

I just can’t get the hang of time

A window reflection shows a man with a beard 
Tuesday or Wednesday? All days disappeared
I just can’t get the hang of time
It wasn’t meant to be an ageing skill of mine.

I just can’t get the hang of time

THE HANG OF TIME - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/jaime-pas

"J' aime pas quand la tartine tombe parterre du côté confiture
Ca m' rappelle que j' vais mourir un jour
J' aime pas les polochons, les chaucidous, 
Le saucisson aux choux et les chats qui sont trop mignons
J' suis pas à l'aise dans mon époque,  j' suis engoncé comme dans un froc
Bien trop serré pour mes petites breloques
J' rêve d'espace et d'impatience le soir sur le pont de mes souvenirs
J' aime pas l' béton, les sarcophages, j'aime pas les cons ni l' maquillage
J' aime pas les autres et j' m' aime pas moi
Ca fait beaucoup oui j' suis d'accord, Ca fait beaucoup oui je sais bien, 
Mais c'est comme ça.."

J'aime pas

(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

“Apricity Serenade”  by Luke 

The word Apricity ..means  “the warmth of the sun in winter” first used in 1623
It’s been a long cold winter up here in Canada 🇨🇦 
one day the Sun came out inspiring me to write this piece

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Viola & Violin by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography & Ai photo by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Apricity Serenade” by Luke

Fireproof

Luster of Midday

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Flora Pines

Pine Straw and Time Travel

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

For this nice optimistic track I used, as usual, LogicPro as the main DAW and Arturia's Analog Lab Pro. I hope you will enjoy the up-lifting ambiental dance vibe of this track.
Thanks for listening and support.

All Night Long

A sordid (some will say disgusting) song about two bored suburban housewives. Lana felt fine enough to perform on this track and hits us with her raw angry lusting voice. Be warned explicit lyrics

Behind Closed Doors

Stoplight stuck, red, yellow, green
Show at the movie house, already seen it
If I were to leave where would I go
Cause dreams and roads don't go nowhere no more

Map of the world, go on, spin the globe
Possibilities abound if you say so
Ships may sail far offshore 
But dreams and roads don't go nowhere no more

Into the night I'll be watching the skies
Satellites and rocket ships flying by
Apparently there used to be a future I'm told
I'm guessing that's all in the past a long time ago

It's a whole new thing, the signs entice
But stick around long enough
Seen everything twice
Waters may rise, rivers may flow
But dreams and roads don't go nowhere no more

Into the night I'll be searching my heart
But all I see looking back at me
Nothing but darkness
Apparently there used to be a future I'm told
I'm guessing that's all in the past
A long time ago

Stoplight stuck, red, yellow, green
Show at the movie house 
I already seen it
Atoplight stuck, red, yellow, green

Dreams And Roads

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

ER40FI07

Si tú me faltaras (de tedio moriría)

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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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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

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

Particle Guitar

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