(Song Terry Reeves, Lyrics Janice Slater)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Vocals, Congas, Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Cover pic from Janice Slater's personal archive.
Arterial-flow – Rive-gauche
australianjazzrealbook.com/artists/janice-slater/
bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/
www.reverbnation.com/janiceslater

I arrived in London in early ‘71 and landed on the Holland Road, Shepherd’s Bush not long after.
My good pal Julie Lewis (from Durham) with whom I’d worked with in Sydney, had digs there and invited me to stay. Nonetheless I found it a challenging place to be after Sydney, Summer, beaches, family and gigs. Amongst Julie’s record collection was Nick Drake’s 'Bryter Later' which brought solace to me as I often felt very alone and completely at a loss as to how to navigate London town.

Years later I was to learn that Freddie Mercury was living just a few doors down from us on the Holland Road...no I never knew him...but when I wrote the lyric it seemed apt to pay homage to Freddie and our collective dreams. I’m so happy with Cripple Club’s interpretation of the lyrics, bringing to life a musical collage that depicts the highs and lows of living on the Holland Road through my first cold winter! From my heart; thank you Terry & Gary Reeves; you are two soulful & gifted brothers; I feel so indebted to you both and to Hans Albers for his powerful musical contributions. Thank you, everyone, for listening. (Janice Slater)

Having been such a good friend to us over the years, it has been such an honour to work with Janice on this song. It is dedicated to every one of the beautiful friends we have made here on the Cloud. Thank you all for the support you have given to our music. The last ten years have been filled with such wonderful memories. Much love to you all. (Gary & Terry Reeves)

I’m standing on the fraying edge
Of golden russet gown
Everything’s evolving
Spinning and turning my head around

A familiar voice insulted
And 'Bryter Later's so understated
There’s evidence of a circumstantial nature
But once again, I don’t feel the danger

(Spoken) But now I’m declining all invitations...

I hear the doorbell
But there’s just a stranger
Standing on the fraying edge of fear
Of a city without pity and you’re not near

Freddie he’s walking
Heading down the street
Just like me
The snow and sleet under his feet

Oh but we’ve yet to meet
Looking down the Holland Road
Nobody can see us
Standing on the fraying edge

(Spoken) I was just like you Freddie, looking for that song...

Or three or four
We are looking for salvation
On the Holland Road
And Shepherds Bush Station

Freddie he’s still walking, heading down the street
Just like him, singing music for trick or treat

(Spoken) Oh but we’ve yet to meet…

GUITAR BREAK

(Spoken) Just around the corner from…
Portobello Road
On the fraying edge (repeat x 8)
Of a fraying town

THE FRAYING EDGE - CRIPPLE CLUB, HANS ALBERS & JANICE SLATER

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Live Or Die (2020) Anthology CD3 Track 10

Last Days Of Summer

A Day

I'm taking advantage of an opening window on my internet connection. After Ana it's Matteo who came to expand the family two months ago and made me a happy grandfather, I'll leave you with a new lead just before going to join them in the south of France, until the end of the month, and I hope that my Internet connection will be repaired when I return ✋bye

Special thanks to 2nick8 for his acapella....

MY LOVED ONES.  Feat 2nick8

Lack Thereof (Sept. 2024)

House Of Mysteries by Jeamland & joerxworx

Heavy times.   Check out Lou Taverna's inspiring guitar work on our Corrupt Thinking.  Heavy times.

Here's a link to Lou's superb music:  https://soundcloud.com/louis-taverna

And a playlist of almost 20 tunes we have recorded together:  https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/tearing-it-up-with-lou-taverna?si=a9e01f34520f4d7eafd37b2bc2308bfa&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Corrupt Thinking  -  Lou Taverna / Jamie Rhind

a meandering ukulele, a track of chorus guitar and a track of ring-modulated guitar, and a couple of synths...

Random Leavings (On Dead Shadows)

Give in

Are you awake?
It doesn’t matter anyway
I pull the brake
It’s neither Monday nor the lord’s day

Pretty little thoughts
Surrounded by knots
Bombshells and fears 
Crowded people that cheers
Is it time to give in?
Watch the others spin?

I think you’re awake
Does it all make sense?
I think we release the brake
It’s for our own defence
I have no faith in the politics
Nevermind, it was a joke
But I’m afraid of the reaper
And I think we’re broke

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