Love the punchy, funky sounds. Awesome track.👏👏👏❤️❤️❤️

Nice intro 👍 cool melodies ❣️
Excellent catchy track ❤️

Little to say but... enjoy !!

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson: original instrumental theme on keys and drums, vocals.
Ruizzoidman: lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars, production.
Mahatma Ghandi: speech at Inter Asian Conference, 02/04/1947

Lyrics:

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Recognising one another
as a friend, as a true brother.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

By sectarian politicians
humankind is being confronted.
Now is the time (2)
Troubles they want us to see,
people live them more easily.
Now is the time (2)
We need pragmatism …

We’re all part of minorities,
the red haired or left handed.
Now is the time (2)
No more talk about left or right,
no more minding if black or white.
Now is the time (2)
We need global thinking …

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Love flows freely in every heart.
Revolution inside each one.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

It's The Time (with Janine Levinson)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9PzfPAc74g

Zelda

I took this one down a little while ago to fix up the structure, and I think its internal balance is better now. Ultimately I think it will sit best as Part II of a three part larger track. Just need to write the other parts now!

Crazy Sad

listen to it until the end...i think it will surprise you...in a good way
do you know it too?
those nasty dreams...that keep coming back...
you don't know how to prevent them...and you have to live with them
but one day they will be defeated....
because life is above the dream

Dreamy Repetition

Dear friends - this handbook is free for all warriors!
As you may have noticed, I am so frustrated with all the atrocities that are being committed during the wars that are going on now.


Handbook on War Termination

It is a time for reflection
the people are tired of 
being subjected to so much 
cruelty and shed of blood 
So dear invading warlords You must listen
to what we say  - You must swallow Your pride
and admit that You were wrong

Before it’s too late You must crawl to the cross
and say that You are very sorry
and offer compensation 
for the damage You have done
and draw back all Your soldiers, they are eager 
waited on by their wifes and also all their small kids
and the war has ended

It is possible that someone will forgive You
but perhaps Your honor cannot be restored
Will You go down to the history as one
honorable man in Your land
So dear invading warlords You must listen
to what we say  - You must swallow Your pride
and admit that You were wrong

Handbook on War Termination

Something Good.

piano djembe improvisation midsummer

Lyrics:
Overthinking, overrun by something you can't see.
Where were you when skies were blue, and I was underneath?
Everyone has got a ton of things you won't believe.
Everybody come on let's be jolly, and thankful that we can be.
Happy here with no more fear and know that we can be.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.
>>>>>>>>
No more sinking, no more sand, no way to get away.
No one's thinking, but head's are shrinking.
Reduced by things you say.
No one knows just where it goes, I guess we will just wait and see.
Come on down or go around. Give us just what we need.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.

Another Play

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

Like a creature of the night with a healthy appetite
I saw a beautiful woman standing by the dance floor
I met her gaze she smiled at me
 I knew the rest was history as my heart beat quickly in my chest (in my chest)

The night past by in one big blur and in the morning there was no sign of her
I tried so hard to convince myself that it was only just a dream

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

As the day began to wane and darkness fell like bloody rain
I could feel a sense of foreboding in the air
I turned around and she was there
Next to me with long dark hair
Staring at me with a hungry pointy grin (hungry pointy grin)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Now she stops by every night and something tells me things aren’t right
Cause it’s been more than a week since I’ve seen the light of day

Now that you’ve heard my story, I hope you believe it’s true
My memory’s kind of foggy. There’s not much I can do
I’m sick of being stuck in this cold dark place
I want to feel the sun shine on my face
And I’m searching for a cure to what’s ailing me (what’s ailing me)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Vampire Dressed In Lace (May 2024 Remix)

Vacuum in the Dark

Vacuum In The Dark

i just love the creativity,its so rewarding in its self, myself being a work in progress/ I also consider my music to be the same...Love & ☮️ peace

Something Good.

N.R.G. New Rock Gods

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