Love this..thats the whole Story about Rock'n'Roll life..for 99%..Who chose this kind of life.. great story..Always on my mind👍

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & production

From the age of 15 when I first stepped into the world of employment I was told it would be a major advantage to get a job that lasted through to the State retirement age of 65. At the time I'll admit it was not something I took at all seriously.  When you’re that age, the last thing on your mind is bloody retirement.   

However, by the time I reached my early 50’s and had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind became a little more concentrated on reaching what might now  conceivably prove to be an eminently missable target.  In the interim, the UK government decided that, given the population was living considerably longer than it once had, they would incrementally be raising the retirement age, meaning that mine now became 66. 

Our dear old Nan was a dedicated Bingo player and knew that number callers used particular phrases for certain numbers, one of the best known being 66, known as  ‘Clickety Click’.  So reaching pensionable age became inextricably linked to Bingo, hence the title and subject matter of this song.   

The number one - ‘Kelly’s Eye’ - seemed a good place to start and having done some fascinating research, I worked my way through the Bingo calls, choosing the ones whose scansion worked best, until I reached the magic ‘Clickety Click'.  

As the chorus explains, there were no guarantees I’d actually get there, it was just a target.  But I did get there and this song celebrates the fact.  

The song ends with the traditional exclamation of the player who has won the game, being either ‘House!’ or ‘Bingo!’.  When I was recording the vocals, my constant and beautiful companion Marvin (it is he who is pictured in the cover art) reacted to my shouts with a loud bark, perfectly in time, so we decided to keep it in.  Marv is with me at 99% of the recordings and enjoys being involved when the opportunity presents.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful Hans Albers for another brilliant backing track which is, as I think you’ll agree, perfect for the song.  That man is a genius.
Thanks so much for listening.   (Terry Reeves)


It all started with Ned Kelly’s eye (1)
A cup of tea (3) to stop going dry
Tom Mix (6) wearing hat, riding fast
Monkey’s cousin (12) hanging, trying to last
Key of the door (21), two little ducks (22)
Paid half a crown (26), keep up the luck
In a state (28), rise and shine (29) but alive
One dirty knee (33) to help jump and jive (35)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six, a target to achieve

Half way to laugh, more than eleven (37)
As life begins (40), time for fun (41) isn’t heaven
Up to tricks (46) towards four dozen (48)
Five-0, Five-0, it’s off to work (50) with percussion
Danny la Rue (52), a man at the door (54)
The snakes are alive (55) but don’t wriggle more
Shotts bus (56) to Scotland, check the sign
Variety of Heinz (57) to the Brighton Line (59)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six a target to achieve

A baker’s bun (61) all tickety boo (62)
Tickle me (63), almost retired (64) laughing too
Retirement age(65), it should have been fun
Clickety click (66), getting paid
Take the money and run  
Route 66, nearly there
Clickety click, the sound of my wheelchair

CLICKETY CLICK - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

The Wunderkammer musical project was born from the idea of ​​Salvatore Montieri, in continuous research and musical experimentation.
The desire to face different musical and instrumental dimensions, combining the classical discipline with the inspiration of jazz and rock / pop music, and the search for new sound and percussive effects creates a mixture of unique, original and magical sounds!

Wunderkammer, "chamber of wonders", is an expression belonging to the German language, used to indicate particular environments in which, from the sixteenth century to the eighteenth century, collectors used to keep collections of extraordinary objects for their intrinsic and external characteristics.
That of the Wunderkammer was a typical phenomenon of the sixteenth century, which however has its roots in the Middle Ages. It then developed throughout the seventeenth century, feeding on the Baroque grandeur and continued until the eighteenth century favored by the typical love for scientific curiosities, typical of the Enlightenment.

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From album "Zeitgeist" of Doppelgänger.

Recorded and mixed by Heart Vibes Records
Mastered by Baba Sound
Art direction and design by Flower Power


From album "Tra fate, miracoli e crociferi" of Wunderkammer

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Released on: 2024-03-01

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[Verse 1]
Alarm clock buzzin', it's 6 AM
Coffee ain't helpin', here we go again
My boots are worn, my truck's near gone
But tonight I'm livin' through another song
Punch that clock, just countin' down
To neon lights on the edge of town
Crowd’s waitin' on that old wooden stage
Another Friday night, earnin' minimum wage

[Chorus]
Turn it up loud, yeah let's go
Hear them strings and feel that flow
From Willie to Waylon, and some Hank in between
Playin' songs about life and the American dream
There's a girl in boots dancin' wild and free
Front row smilin', eyes locked on me
Small town livin', it ain't fancy but it's real
Tonight, man, I'm king of the field

[Verse 2]
One more round, they’re shoutin’ my name
Singin' bout trucks, love, and heartache pain
Old jukebox hummin', bartender knows
I'll spend every dollar that comes and goes
The crowd gets loud when I pick that song
The one we all know, we all sing along
End of the night, pack up my guitar
Livin' paycheck to tip jar, just like a star

[Chorus]
Turn it up loud, yeah let's go
Hear them strings and feel that flow
From Willie to Waylon, and some Hank in between
Playin' songs about life and the American dream
There's a girl in boots dancin' wild and free
Front row smilin', eyes locked on me
Small town livin', it ain't fancy but it's real
Tonight, man, I'm king of the field

[Bridge]
No record deals, just stories to tell
Life on the stage suits me well
Might never be famous, but that's alright
‘Cause this little town's rockin' tonight

[Outro Chorus]
Turn it up loud, one more time
Keep the rhythm flowin', keep it in line
From Johnny Cash stories to modern-day rhyme
This life ain't easy but tonight it feels fine
Front row beauty still smilin' my way
Makes every late night worth every day
Small town nights, these songs are my crown
Yeah, we're country-rockin' this town

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This is my entry for Round 2 of the "Spintunes" contest! The prompt/challenge was to write and record a song that makes prominent and creative use of rhythmic contrast between long and short note values.

LYRICS

The headline in the news today
Says they plan to find a way
To make a dog’s life last a little longer
And Bryan Johnson has a dream
A hundred pills and LEDs
To help his body age a little slower
 
But take it from someone who’s done
The thing you seek to do
The practice is not new

There’s no glory in longevity
There’s no glory in longevity

My name is John, the great magician
Alchemist and mathematician
Spoke to angels in obsidian mirrors
I could plot the stars to glean
The tangled fates of English queens
Cracked the code and learnt to live forever

And though our methods change
The craft remains the same
As I can explain

There’s no magic in longevity
There’s no magic in longevity

Imagine watching everything you love cease to be
While you count the hours in eternity

There’s no comfort in longevity
There’s no comfort in longevity

There is no difference between you and I
Only the knowledge that time can provide

Longevity

Under The Sky * Instrumental

Dance it's funny

Ali the champ

She walked in with a sway that could crack a safe wide
Red on her lips like the blood of the tide
Whispered the blueprint in bourbon-soaked breath
Darlin', tonight we dance with the angel of death

Lipstick on the trigger, her kiss loads the chamber
Sweat on the steel, we're the devil's own gambler
Hot slugs flyin', hotter thighs in the fray
American bastards, stealin' the night away
Crime in her curves, freedom in the recoil
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil

Vault door swung open on heels clickin' like fate
Her garter hid the getaway map, sealed with her hate
Guards hit the floor with a wink and a bang
She laughed through the smoke, sang our outlaw slang

Lipstick on the trigger, her kiss loads the chamber
Sweat on the steel, we're the devil's own gambler
Hot slugs flyin', hotter thighs in the fray
American bastards, stealin' the night away
Crime in her curves, freedom in the recoil
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil

Sirens scream distant, but her perfume's the chain
One last stolen glance in the pourin' down rain
Was it love or the loot that lit up her eyes?
Lipstick fades, but the bullet never lies

Lipstick on the trigger
Her kiss loads the chamber
Hot slugs flyin'
Hotter thighs in the fray
Crime in her curves
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil


Lipstick on the Trigger

Title: Old Rope of Mine
Copyright 2025 Frederick M. Spina
Genre: Alt Country, Male artist
Core Theme: Generations of hard work through with pride, dignity through good times or bad

Old Rope Of Mine

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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