PASSIONATE VOICES AND RIFFS TO PLAY ALONE

Written 1984 by Terry Reeves
Performed by: Vocals - Terry Reeves, Guitar Terry Reeves, Bass - Brian Reeves
Recorded: Wallington Croydon London


For me George Best was the greatest player that ever lived, but suffered from being better at what he did than everybody else. 
At one time in my life I think I was within an inch of becoming an alcoholic and yes at the time it solved all my problems. I was rescued by a beautiful women but unfortunately George was not.
He was one of my greatest heroes and I spent a large amount of my early years trying to emulate some of his football skills. I was given the opportunity to meet him on two occasions and he was a really nice genuine man and I was really upset when he died.
My brother Brian and me completed this recording in one afternoon and he came up with the fantastic bass line, it was always our intention to develop it and take it further.

This is my tribute to George Best

LYRICS

Yes I drank the bottle dry
Please don't ask the question why
Just except this drunken man
Drinking for another plan

Couldn't take things in my stride
Second place it hurt my pride
Told to take some time to think
Think I'll have another drink

CHORUS

Yes he's the greatest he really has it all
The king of any man who ever kicked a ball
He makes the head lines every time he shows his face
I wonder if they know our hero up in space
If not it's just a disgrace

He's here
Georgie   
No fear

Tried to force me to retire
From the bottle I admire
Knew I'd lose out in the end
Destroying me or my best friend

Belong to no one else but me
I'm not public property
I know I have myself to blame
Life is not my favourite game

CHORUS

It's not as sad as you might think
Not looking for a missing link
And I don't need an open door 
Cause all I have to do is poor

Georgie Georgie come back Georgie
Georgie Georgie come back Georgie

Best Of Both Worlds

The first song I learned to play on the melodica as a kid.

Καλήν εσπέραν άρχοντες, αν είναι ορισμός σας, Χριστού την Θείαν γέννησιν, να πω στ' αρχοντικό σας.
Χριστός γεννάται σήμερον, εν Βηθλεέμ τη πόλη, οι ουρανοί αγάλλονται, χαίρει η φύσις όλη.
Εν τω σπηλαίω τίκτεται, εν φάτνη των αλόγων, ο βασιλεύς των ουρανών, και ποιητής των όλων.

Good morning, good people, and if you so desire, can tell you of Jesus’ Holy birth.
Christ is born this day in Bethlehem and the heavens and whole earth rejoice.
In a manger in a stable is born the King of the universe and Creator of the world.
And the multitude of the Heavenly Host is praising God and singing “Glory to God in the highest…”

video >>> https://youtu.be/IcV2rmpNaHQ

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Greek Christmas Carols - Κάλαντα Χριστουγέννων

42_FRetrunko - EP VirginTry&ExperimentalError Track2 - released on 14 March 2023

Just tried something new! Could be good, part2! ;-) #germanquality #retro #funk #retrofunk #80s #synthwave #pop

(produced with Launchpad)

FRetrunko

JE T'OFFRE TOUT (Variété Française)

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

Introduction in English:

Recently I met a friend who spent a month in Crete earlier this year. 
As he told me about his wanderings there, I again remembered a drastic experience I had during my stay in Crete thirty years ago. 
During my expeditions through the bare Cretan mountains at that time, I met a young man who had been living in a cave for some time, completely isolated from the world. 
We walked together for a while. He told me that he suffered from psychotic delusions with inner voices torturing him. 
The secluded life here in the mountains would help him to deal with these powerful and alienating voices. 
Nevertheless, he longed so much for a release from this "voice terror". 
When I wanted to visit him again the next day, he was nowhere to be found. 
In all these years I thought of him from time to time, especially since I also meet people here in Berlin again and again who suffer from similar psychotic confusions. 
With this song I try to put myself in the place of these people who suffer so terribly and are still largely misunderstood

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Voices in the head

Voices in the head
Eat me up

Controlling me
Beat on me

Persecute me, torture me
Incapacitate me
Condemn, despise, devalue, laugh at me 
They make me down, drive into all my limbs

Are always there, invade me
Come when they want, never leave me alone

Come through the walls, no wall can stop them

Hate, shun, move masses of vengeance 
They cause me pain with relish, they light stigma-candles inside me

I've made up my mind 
I'll be calm, because I know I can free myself from you
Yes, I can free myself from you!

The last thing I have left is to lay a hand on myself.
With my dying, I'll give you my last escort.

Then I'll cast you off like a garment of shadows

Your blasphemies, your bullying, your poison, your envy

Flow with the water and the blood from me
Disappears in the drain, far away from here

Emasculated sadists, coreless egoists, seedless fascists, 
You all can't nestle in me anymore

Float away
You stay behind

Your power is now completely null and void
A hollow space remains unnamed

I now lie in my hand

Deutscher Originaltext:

Stimmen im Kopf

Stimmen im Kopf
Fressen mich auf

Bestimmen über mich
Schlagen auf mich drauf

Verfolgen, Foltern mich
Entmündigen mich
Verurteilen, verachten, entwerten, verlachen, 
Machen mich nieder, fahr`n in all meine Glieder

Sind immer da, dringen in mich ein
Kommen wann sie wollen, lassen mich nie allein

Kommen durch die Wände, Keine Mauer halt sie auf

hassen, schassen, bewegen Rachemassen, 
Bereiten lustvoll Schmerzen, Entzünden in mir Wundmal-Kerzen

Ich hab’ mich entschieden, 
Ich werde ruhig, weil ich weiß, ich kann mich von Euch befreien
Ja ich kann mich von Euch befreien!

Das letzte was mir bleibt, ist, Hand an mich zu legen
Mit meinem Freitod gebe ich Euch letztes Geleit

Dann leg’ ich Euch ab wie ein Schatten-Kleid

Euer Lästern, Euer Stänkern, Euer Gift, Euren Neid

Fließt mit dem Wasser und dem Blut aus mir
Entschwindet im Abfluß, weit weg von hier

Entmannte Sadisten, Entkernte Egoisten, Samenlose Faschisten, 
Ihr könnt’ Euch alle nicht mehr in mir einnisten

Schwebe hinüber
Ihr bleibt zurück

Eure Macht ist nun ganz und gar null und nichtig
Zurück bleibt ein Hohlraum unbenannt

Ich lieg jetzt in meiner Hand

Stimmen im Kopf (Voices in the Head)

Stimmen Im Kopf (Voices In The Head)

Passion

Producer-Art-Guitar-videographer  Texmex Shamans
lyrics vocals- StonerJazz

check out The vldeo     youtu.be/vYRrSahKHng
'"Disclaimer"

"Any similarity to real or imagined events ls probably not a coincidence
No TOADS were injured or molested ln any way during the making of this song--

The headwaters of this song came from Stephens rendition of that Toad ln our New Mexico song's cover art-- We were discussing that toad and lt's significance  to the riders on the bus--as the conversation became more Hilarious We resolved to write a song about that toad and that ls what we did--😎- Huge respect and gratitude to Stephen for hls Production and art skills and of course his amazing guitar Play and his Excellent Friendship--- Welcome to those of you who find your way to this tune We hope you enjoy lt!!

THE TOAD
l was flying down state 95
just ten miles East of Blyth
Hot Rod Lincoln blaring on the radio
My ole pickup truck lt overheated
l had to stop and find some shade
underneath a Palo Verde tree
a blg ole Toad There he spoke to me
He sald "Why don't you give me just a little lick Right here, Right behind my ear

Now you may think lt's a little funny, but l can guarantee
You will thank me ln the end my Friend--

Not wanting to disappoint my new found friend
l took a little tiny lick
and washed lt down with a Beer
After Frothin at the mouth for a little blt
my Consciousness lt took a hit
and headed south ln a flood of light

There are no word that can describe what happened next-
but l can say for sure without a doubt, unequivocally
My brand new Paradigm got tangled up with my Epiphany!!

Shit kickin Toad lickin with TexMex Shaman

Vocals Jo Richter and jeff gardiner

poem by Jo Richter

The timid tip of your toe won't do
Tensions tighten till you break through
 scintillating Screeds of singular hue
turtle purple, piranha blue.

The torrid tip of my tongue won't Try
to call out the creatures that boldly swim by
superpositions of fact and belief
when the riff vibrates the sea and the reef.

Cymbals bells lyres when the goddess is near
it Says as is quintillion tier
The tentative tug won't tear down the tarp
Zen scholars tend the unplugged Harp...

The Tentative Tug-- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Recorded in:
Los Angeles, California, USA.
Coventry, West Midlands, UK.
Chelsea, London, UK.

Mixed and Mastered in EPG Studios, Chelsea, London, UK.

Janine Levinson @janinelevinson: Brilliant New World Vocals
Rick Medlock @rick-4-1: Equally Bright Drums
Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter: The Other Colliding Accents Stuff


A New World Dawns

In streets once familiar, now strange and new
Ancient rhythms fade, replaced by a bolder hue
The land I knew, with traditions deep and strong
Slowly dissolves into a discordant song
Faces once mirrored mine, shared stories now untold
Amidst this sea of strangers, and cultures manifold

Our customs and values, once firmly in place
Blur and shift, leaving barely a trace
Languages mingle, accents collide
The essence of home seems to subside
In this tidal wave of change and flux
I search for anchors, familiar crux, familiar crux

A new world dawns, equally bright
A new world dawns, equally bright

Yet in this loss, a bittersweet truth emerges
As cultures blend and humanity surges
Though the country I once knew may fade from sight
Perhaps a new world dawns, equally bright
Maybe equally bright
Still, I mourn for what once was mine
A shared identity, now hard to define

In this global village, ever-growing
I'm left adrift, nostalgia flowing
Though the country I knew may fade from sight
Perhaps a new world dawns
Perhaps a new world dawns
A new world dawns, equally bright
A new world dawns, equally bright

© Philip McWalter Aug 2024

A New World Dawns

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals: Delhya
Guitars & bass: The Shire Bairn Project

For more The Bird Inside please check:
on.soundcloud.com/UHSf1wmW13JSX5g38

For more on DelhyA please check:
https://on.soundcloud.com/Hdsn6XhVRoax6VJdA

Nose in the showcase 
clouding the fate
 Counting the days,  
it was a long wait  
Sand in the shoes
 There was … no pain.

Kicking the stones  
To not return home  
Waiting the train  
Just To smash the coin  
Bleeding knees  
All was … a glee

Those were the days,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice
 Playing Risk
 Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

Pride in the pinball 
Watch for the thug
 Moove the machine  
Control the tilt
 Look for the way  
The green light… is on

Those were the days ,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice  
Playing Risk  
Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams  
Like a gleam

For all was the first time.
 First kiss, first broken heart  
The future didn’t exist 
But time run, run fast.

Those Were The Days (with The Bird Inside & DelhyA)

A little good mood song. The music is again almost unplugged. Acoustic guitar, tongue drum, djembé, tambourine, shaker, triangle, clapping hands. Only bass & drums are plugged in. 

Check out the video: https://youtu.be/Dk0Lws79tlQ

Vocals by CloudyDaze on Looperman:  https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/321573/vocal-fun-1-free-120bpm-acoustic-vocal-loop

 Music & Arrangement: OMCB

Cover Picture: pixabay.com

Music Video

What A Beautiful Day - OMCB [Music Video]

The Smoking Trout is back with a new chapter in the saga of the Holy Dumpling.  Was great to hear Uziel in front of the mic again as well as Tot laying the beats.   Jeff and Terry remain masters of their domain. 

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

Cast of characters:

Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and foundational rhythm guitar

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–electric guitar, composition, mix, and production

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic guitar

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass 

Mistermark --  @user-432503709 — Mark — production engineering

This song began its life all the way over in on the other side of the pond, where our frequent collaborator, Artur wrote it on his electric guitar. Being a fan of surf music, he composed this awesome piece with The Eclectic Collective in mind. He shared it with the group through Tez, who was first to respond to Artur's guitar with his own, creating a psychedelic base of sound for the rest of us to add to. 

  Ken was up next, laying down his always exciting drums and percussion. Josh, of course, followed straight behind him, now that he had a beat to play to. JJ came soon after, laying in his ethereal organ and dancing electric piano. Last, but not least, Stephen laid in a really trippy acoustic arpeggio based acoustic guitar part to kick it to the next level.

  Of course, every great song needs a great producer. But before we even started the song beyond what Artur and Tez laid down at the beginning, Mark deftly separated Artur's basic beat from the music. Amazing what technology can do these days! For rest of the production, we tapped the very talented Tez to do the honors, which he did perfectly.

  This song marks about half a dozen we've done with Artur. We're all big fans of his unique surf rock sound, and jump at the chance to collaborate with him. If you like what we've done here, you should check out his page, as it's loaded with gems in the same strain. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.


Flow of Life - (Eclectic Collective with Artur(Surfers Like Us))

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

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Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

JE T'OFFRE TOUT (Variété Française)

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