There is passion in your vocal performance and it adds to the cornerstone of this song!

Strong voices, strong song, awesome implenetation!!!

wonderful guitar sound and amazing vocals

Lovely stuff, so loving the vocals🎶🎶

I wrote this song for my daughter. 

Heaven Blessed

A confident woman for all to see
Taking on life, so easily
She’s the kind of person, I’d like to be
Thoughtful and kind, a little wild and free

Now, rumour has it, she was born this way
Came to the game, ready to play
And she’s winning hearts, along the way
This raven-haired beauty, does what she may

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts God and dogs at the top of her list  
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed

Tough as nails, but as soft as love
She doesn’t suffer fools no, g’head pack your stuff
A beautiful soul who’s pure and true
A better friend, I never knew

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts God and dogs at the top of her list      
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed

	Like a wild horse that you can’t tame
	To break her spirit would be a shame
	Let her be her that’s why she came
	A divine gift I can’t explain

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts “must love dogs” at the top of her list       
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed (repeat)

Cover Art: Wolf, Todd J McLean

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Heaven Blessed

Take and Give

(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

Crossroads

“Savanna - Erin”  by Luke 

I have 5 granddaughters..
this is for granddaughter number 3.. 
I will be writing a song for each in hopes they will be listening to their own song one day with their grandchildren…Love Grampy Luke 

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
this is not a real photo , but Ai photo created by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
Luke  H.  S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Savanna-Erin”  by Luke

Recorded in Modest Ca. Featuring Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Vibraphone solo. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Fender Electric Bass. Trap Drum set Full kit. Percussion Zildjian 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal. Tree Chimes, Rain-tree.

Boardwalk

Summer Eve

thanks to Martin for the work done on this loop

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-story-time-with-marty-mcmuphin


Lyrics
A young man, making his way to South Town by Bicycle, was abruptly stopped in his tracks
by a wandering tortoise.
The Bicycle jerk forwarded his suddenly pushed on the brake, an open can of energy drink
was then flung from his free hand, spilling over the tortoise.
The tortoise became super charged and sped away, clocking 100 miles per hour.
Ostropper, what he just witnessed, the man fainted, falling sideways from his bicycle,
later awakening in his basement with tabs of LSD, littered



Un jeune homme, se dirigeant vers South Town à vélo, a été brusquement arrêté dans son élan.
par une tortue errante.
Le crétin du Vélo a présenté sa soudaine pression sur le frein, une canette ouverte de boisson énergisante
a ensuite été projeté de sa main libre, se répandant sur la tortue.
La tortue est devenue super chargée et s'est enfuie, atteignant 100 milles à l'heure.
Ostropper, ce dont il vient de voir, l'homme s'est évanoui, tombant de côté de son vélo,
se réveillant plus tard dans son sous-sol jonché des comprimés de LSD,

BREAKING NEWS.  🎧

Words

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Vibraphone solo, Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Acoustic Stand-up Bass Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm with Bass Peddles. Drums Full Acoustic drums kit. Percussion Rain Tree, Tree Chimes, 22" Zildjian Crash Cymbal. 

Carmel

Summer Breeze

This track has been rearranged, remixed and remastered and the latest version is: Runaway Stars - The Unexpurgated Code. https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter/runaway-stars-the-unexpurgated-code

The amazing Valuable Friends joined me as we left the planet:

@rick-4-1 Interstellar Drums
@janinelevinson Interplanetary Vocals
@phil-mcwalter The Other Launchpad Stuff

Drums recorded at Mickleton Studio, Coventry UK
Other instruments and vocals recorded at EPG Studio, Chelsea, UK
Janine's vocals recorded at The Levinson Studio, LA, Calif, USA
Phil's additional vocals recorded at Anslow Studio, Staffs, UK
Mixed & Mastered at EPG.

@jonathan_beckenstein Thanks for the feedback on the initial mix and master
Thanks to Rob Campling for assisting with string theory.

RUNAWAY STARS

We have a duty to be here
Without us
Who'd see the runaway stars
Who could walk along the beach
Look for seventh waves
And feel the wind up high
We sit and talk all
Through the night
Travel our world and share our castaway finds

We have a duty to be here
To hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

There is a reason
To turn the page
Quantum runes feed today’s exit phase
We burned new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

Inside our bubble
We heard your tongue
Repeating echoes paraphrase the song

Break

We burnt new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

And we have a duty to be here
Without us who would see the runaway stars

Solo

Without us who'd see the runaway stars

And we have a purpose
To exist to hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

Don’t lay down and rest now
Lift your head
The stars change colour as they drift past your bed
The Sun is expanding
Eternal night
May return to shield our escape flight

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

And we have a duty to be here
Without us
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would count the runaway stars

© Phil McWalter Aug 2020
Image: Photo taken by James McWalter at Beachy Head where the returning WWII planes knew they had made it back home.

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