(Written by Terry Reeves, 23.6.21)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, Arrangement & Production

image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blackbird_Silhouette_(150819537).jpeg

You might imagine that this song is very much influenced by Paul McCartney’s classic but although it certainly covers similar ground, the route via which it came to be has a genesis all it’s own.

Some months ago, Barbara Browning & Imre Lodbrog covered one of my songs, ‘Who’s Gonna Be My King’ (https://soundcloud.com/barbarabrowning/whos-gonna-be-my-king?si=e95c961d64c34c798ce64a06d2c3c767).  One of the many delights of hearing it was that, from their garden, you can clearly hear a blackbird singing, almost as if he or she were somehow joining in with them. I’d written the original as a lament to my late brother Bri and every element of Barbara & Imre's version resonated so deeply that it stuck in my mind for quite some time. 

In the early Summer, the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement was beginning to receive some rather  negative press reaction, something that was, to me, entirely and unforgivably misplaced.  Whenever I listened to B & I's version of ‘King', the feelings I still harboured about how unfair and undeserved Bri’s death had been somehow became intertwined with those I was having about the criticism the ‘BLM’ movement was receiving. 

So that was how this song came to be written.  I realise it’s just a cathartic exercise, one that isn’t going to change the world, merely being something I felt needed saying.  What I do know is that it’s a song that I love to sing because I mean every word.

It has been said so many times in these descriptions just how amazing a musician Hans Albers is and with this song he surpassed himself by producing four different versions from the demo I’d sent, all different and all completely wonderful.  Hans had written a tune called ‘Werewolf’ some years before which had a very similar chord structure and he  experimented to see if the two would fit together.  As things turned out, they were a perfect match, which is why we chose to post the version we have.  We hope you enjoy it.  (Terry Reeves)

A mirror image of many things seen before 
Reflecting faces behind slow closing doors
Asking questions to those who lived before
To those who lived before

Time to move forward and statues to ignore 
Duplications of fears hoping to leave all behind
No more chains, No more chains, No more chains 
To holdback opinions of kind 

I heard The Blackbird sing (x 4)

A birthplace of distance not to forget in mind
Born on one planet to help one planet rewind
Change of scenery distance and hopeful contrast 
The reality of truth in time can never be too fast 

No secret should be held of any slavery plan
Celebrating in marble supporting political scams
Family riches remain controlled in Buckingham 
No apologies given rejecting any honest exam

I hear The Blackbird sing (x 4)

What happens when clones repeat living past
Historical opinions keep a discriminating cast
Change of scenery distance and hopeful contrast 
The reality of truth in time can never be too fast

I hear The Blackbird sing (x 4)

BLACKBIRD SING (Feat. The Werewolf Orchestra) - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Original Composition & Performance : Chris Dargay

WaterSnake (TL) *raw demo

Die Brücke - Rock Flexible
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Lyrics (Naicke/Rock_Flexible)
Naicke and me wrote these Lyrics together in form of a small 
private lyrics workshop. Some others to come in a next song.
Thank you, Naicke (https://soundcloud.com/user-746049418) :)
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Die Brücke 

Wieder habe ich Dich in meinen Träumen verpasst
Ein Tag, wie viele andere zuvor
Wir kennen uns noch nicht
Aber kenne ich mich denn selbst schon gut genug?
Irgendwann fing es an
Deine Bilder schmücken den Moment
In dem ich mich verlier
Und zu mir finde
Und zu uns finde
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Solange Du da bist
Auf der anderen Seite der Brücke
Deine Bilder, erdrücken die Stille in mir
Solange Du da bist
Deine Bilder, sie schweigen
Kälte fällt auf mich, in der ich erfrier
Erfrier!
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Wird das, was wir dort finden
Das was wir schon haben zerstören
——————
Vielleicht 1000 Schritte weit
Vielleicht nur 1 000 Momente noch Zeit
Bis zur anderen Seite der Brücke 
Irgendwann
Von Anfang an
———————
Jemand müsste den Anfang machen
den ersten Schritt
einen Fuß vor den anderen
Wie weit kann ich gehen? 
Noch kann ich Dich nicht sehen
Aber sind wir bereit?
Bin ich bereit?
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Wird das, was wir dort finden
Das was wir schon haben zerstören
——————
Vielleicht 1000 Schritte weit
Vielleicht nur 1 000 Momente noch Zeit
Bis zur anderen Seite der Brücke 
Irgendwann
Von Anfang an
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Production Info:
- Drums - Ableton and Lynn Drum
- Synths - Several Arturia synths
- Charvel Gtr. + NI Guitar Rig
- Vocal chain: SM7B - Joemeek VC1
- Recorded and produced in Ableton Live 
- Vocals, Instruments, Recording, Composition, Finalization - rock_flexible
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(c) 2021 - rock_flexible, Berlin, Germany

Die Brücke - Rock Flexible

WAVES & VIBRATIONS

Quite possibly my darkest track to date, around the idea of an imaginary desolate landscape that has been destroyed over time. This is also probably my first track which has more of a film music feel to it. I have used mostly orchestral instruments with some experimental synths and extra sounds as always though!

Image courtesy of get.pxhere.com:
https://get.pxhere.com/photo/landscape-tree-nature-grass-outdoor-horizon-silhouette-wood-fog-mist-field-prairie-sunlight-morning-wind-trunk-dawn-dry-wild-environment-scenery-soil-dead-savanna-plain-ecology-deserted-climate-disaster-horror-destruction-habitat-drought-dead-trees-natural-environment-atmospheric-phenomenon-grass-family-1063849.jpg

Damia's Dystopia

Mes Failles (My Flaws)

Many thanks to Josh for sending me this track to play over.
First outing for my new Les Paul - pleased that this was the sound waiting to come out :)
Listen to Josh's music here
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

6 Hours Into The Future - with Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)

https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg and myself write together , billy can always trow me a curve ball from time to time here is the new one by us 
LYRICS:-
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
Join us 
‘Cause you’re not the only one
This pledge
Is written for everyone
We believe in humanity
We believe in sovereignty
We don’t believe in government
We don’t believe in war
WHERE WE GO ONE WE GO ALL
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
Bet they call you crazy
Like they call us 
They call us crazy
‘Cause we are not 
Distorted in trust
It’s them that’s crazy
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
We believe in humanity
We believe in sovereignty
We don’t believe in government
We don’t believe in war
Join us 
‘Cause you’re not the only one
This pledge
Is written for everyone
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom

2022 - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

Peacemongers

Peacemongers - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

Well I almost scrapped this song but after 3 weeks writing words, and then realizing how fun it is to sing, i kept it. I'm trying to figure out how to add a little lightheartedness to my music, but i think this one just turned out creepy lol. NOTE:  I always felt a little uncomfortable with the words, i just really didn't like them, so I reworked the chorus and a few other lines, and rerecorded the vocals. It seems a little better now...
 

I've seen my own worst enemy
Every night just staring back at me
Through the mirror with such animosity
And baby, it drives me crazy
I don’t understand what’s with this guy,
He don’t know that he’s alive
He combs his hair on the wrong side

I don’t expect you to understand,
But I’ve got these hammers for my hands
I like to start with everything
and smash away what I don’t need
and scattered all around are the pieces off of me
oh baby can’t you see what this done has to me

It’s a strange strange situation 
I need a little information
If it’s real or just imagination
Don’t say it’s so, I can’t believe 
Its down to you and me again
Up against the world my friend
Who can say   how this will end
 
It’s 3am and you’re slamming doors
Cause ‘I don’t speak your language anymore’
While I’m on my knees picking pieces
Of me up off the floor, 
I can’t lose much more, these pieces could be the last of me,
I wish I could see the way you see
is there anything left in this debris

Hammer Hands

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

An Easter message? Music against war?All wars are wrought with inhuman threads of unwarranted violence and destruction whether in Libya, Yemen, Lebanon, Afghanistan, Congo or... (place any name of any war at any time in history).
In this one, a special military pox upon Putin and his house and all those who abuse and terrorize innocents and rain destruction upon all those who simply want to live and to exist. Justice? Where? ICC - we hope you're leading the charge for justice, and NATO, EU, UN - don't look away!

 (Don't)Look Away

1)Another day, another day in this war. 
A family man asks - What’s it all for?
Have we forgotten what we came here for? Don’t run away.   

To kill a man, a woman or a child. 
There’s something wrong, wrong in their minds.   
They look to God, but he does what He does best. He looks away. Hey?   

There’s always war in a far distant land
and civilised man goes out to lend a hand.
Holy Lands? Are you having a laugh? 
Laugh away, hey…  laugh away….hey…

(CHORUS)
I CAN SEE THEM ALL - LAGGING BEHIND. 
THEY’RE NOT PART OF THIS - HUMAN KIND
THINGS GOT SLOW, SLOW IN THE HEAD. 
WHY DON’T YOU GO SHOOT YOURSELF INSTEAD?
WE’D LOOK AWAY…HEY…WE’D LOOK AWAY…HEY…YAAH

2) Armies are led by those who think they’re right. 
Tell us they want peace.    
To get it they must fight for… the love of God pray how is this right? 
Pray away. 
They say destruction is their means to an end. 
Aim their gun at what once was their friend.
Turn their back on humanitarian trends. Then look away, 
hey… they look away…

(CHORUS)     

(MID BREAK)   
Lay down on your pillow…sleep tight with your greed 
because your safe… you’ll dream… while others bleed…
and you tell me…that God is on your side…you don’t believe it…
and that’s what I despise….
then you look away…
nd then you look away…

3) They shake a fist with a gun in their hand. 
It’s an action only they understand. 
One step away… from a hellish end. 
Shake away… shake - away…  

If there’s a place I could send them all. 
Be deep space, on a hot fiery ball  
Where you can all…Happily annihilate yourselves!                                                                        Then fire away…fire away, fire away…hey…

(CHORUS)

4) One more day is too much in this war. 
The family man asks - What’s it all been for? 
His loved one’s buried with his heart in the floor. 
Please look away…

Wigmore - drums, synths, mixing, production, additional vocals
Allen - music, guitars, bass, vocals, lyrics
Gibbons - middle vocals and lyrics
* additional fem voc. from Anna Brag https://soundcloud.com/annabrag

Capo  2nd….G/C/Em/D     Chorus….Em/D     Break….G/E/G/E …Am/G/F/G/Am/G/F/G

WAVES & VIBRATIONS

Cumbrian