(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves: Drums / Drum arrangement
Hans Albers: All instruments, backing vox, arrangement & production

Cover art by Jooinn.

This is a totally stolen idea gleaned from another one of those phone conversations with my brother Gary. We talk to each other every few days and normally end up sounding like two old men sitting on a park bench putting the World to rights.

I’m sure a lot of what we say has been said many times before (what hasn’t?) but one day, out of the blue, Gal says to me “ Sometimes I find things too difficult to deal with. I would love the opportunity to step off the world for just one second and clear my head a bit...” At the time I just accepted it as the type of thing we say to each other but two days after the phone call the idea of stepping off the world to escape the pressures of daily life returned when I was playing my guitar. The words “I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off” fitted with what I was playing and the start of a new opus was born.

Once a song seems complete, I generally record a quick demo and send it off to Gal to see if it has any potential. If he thinks it has, between us we try to put a better demo together to send to Hans.  If he thinks it’s any good, he’ll work on an arrangement and more often than not sends back something back that sounds way better than what we’d imagined.  

We might chip in a few ideas here and there (as Gal did with a totally new drum arrangement on this) but Hans is definitely the one that gives it most of it’s final shape and sound.  I love every step of the songwriting process.  It provides a kind of therapy and the creative process gives every day purpose and interest.  You could say it’s my way of stepping off the world for a short moment.
(Terry Reeves)

I’m stepping off the world
To give myself a chance
For a moment of reflection
Avoid the need to dance 
One thousand miles per hour
Never firmly on the ground 
Gravity with no connection 
Spinning fast head going round 

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world 

No New Year's Revolution 
Rotating much too fast 
Survival of the fittest
Fittest days are in the past
Step off every Monday
Not back until Tuesday week
One moment makes a difference
Like a lifetime so to speak

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world

Don’t want to give a reason
Good feelings are oppressed 
Try different constellation 
Laying down has more interest
Stepping off a single second 
With no single past regret
Not a care for single thinking 
Avoid joining one single thread

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off the world
Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world...

STEPPING OFF THE WORLD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Original acapella Che Paxin (Looperman) :
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22611/time-heals-everything-by-chepaxin-83bpm-pop-acapella

Time Heals Everything Ft ChePaxin

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Vipers

Here you can listen to the original version: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/welcome-back-for-more

(Verse1)
Centered and focused, we all have a purpose
Always on the cutting edge, No need to unload us, alert us
Deep in the culture, we’re ultra Tight 
We dance, sing and write, getting ultra hyped 
Any size color or creative, no stereotype 
Bytes don’t hurt, but a keystroke can bury you 
Exchange what you learn, that’s a type stereo
Tight stereo, check another scenario 
That knowledge base that leaves a taste 
What’s a cook up? 
 
(Chorus)  
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace

(Verse2) 
Listen very carefully, as I report the score 
ones and zeros, all built for war 
Computer Bass, ——stereo image tracks, cut and paste
Making music like we do, stand alone or with your crew
The collective few can’t refuse the flavor
Of our music with a slightly different taste 
Easy does it all the way, there’s never a rush 
Never haste, come correct and flavor to taste
A chef never worries about making mistakes

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Making music dropping rhymes 
we’re in session all the time 
all the ingredients —thrown in the pot
Anytime theres a session you’ve got a cook-up 
that’s how we do it—-legends world renowned 
tight stereo in session, ———
champions of the underground—-
champions of the underground
Adlib

Welcome Back For More Vox 93 BPM

'interyou'd'

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJpT3wlyg3N/?igsh=MTZ0MGFoeDhqMHA4ZA==

note: another shitty live phone recording

Let's make this house a home,
for I'll want you until I'm gone.
Just, please, don't leave this place
before me, as I couldn't take bein' alone.
Without you.

interyou'd

One Soul Gone live

Organics (2025)

This is a fun little experimental jam that I got started and then looped in STONERJAZZ @user-911083679. It had been a little while since I collaborated with him-- it's always a blast and stretches my creativity in new directions!

Bassfingers

Remastering of the 2011 theme. Music and performance - LeoMReznik. I am deeply impressed by this wonderful, fantastic island in the Mediterranean Sea. (Photomontage of personal photos 2008.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThEZpo6ASUw&t=46s)

Memories of Santorini

The City - Words & Music by Pravinand Maharaj

Once it was a city
Now it’s just a street
With every mile another dream lays crushed
And the sun shows no pity
Pouring out its heat
As mighty towers crumble into dust

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

There were signs on the water
Portents in the sky
The Watchers blind by sleep didn’t see a thing
Six crows at the altar
A bargain for the price
Half less worth an eagle’s broken wing

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

What walks the moon at midnight
Through the narrow lanes 
Lurking in the shadows that it cast
A pestilence upon us, a blight
A spreading stain
Taking everything out on its path

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

So, sing the last love song written
Drink up the vineyard grape
Rouse the ghosts of tomorrow from their slumber
If I break out of this prison
And the hour’s not too late
I’ll be down the road without a name or number

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

Pravinand: Vocals and Acoustic
Bas: Backing Vocals and Electric
Mix and Mastered by Bas Kooman

The City - Johnny Minstrel and Bas Kooman

Reposts,  my new and аrchive musiс. ((Musical instruments used: electric and acoustic guitars of various types, slide guitar "dobro", ukulele, synthesizer, live percussion, harmonics).
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Memories of Santorini

LeoMReznik (Page No. 2)