Grass with my sons

The new album with the theme “Blues” is now available on all well-known platforms. This album also features collaborations with very talented SoundCloud friends. Enjoy listening

Bluestastic

Lazy Bones

WILD ORCHIDS. LIVE Impromptu, Spontaneous, Recording on Chris's Mobile in Robyn's kitchen.  NO effects. No mixing. ROBYN YOULTEN -Vocals and 6 String acoustic Guitar. CHRIS SCHERI - Flute.  TRIBUTE to Marianne Faithful

Tribute to Marianne Faithful

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Crossroads

Le ballon rouge  🎈 (Version instrumentale).

une petite valse... so frenchy 😁

Écouter Le ballon rouge (version finale)
https://on.soundcloud.com/u2WXDLxERf9GG8CaWu

Le ballon rouge (instrumental version)

“Savanna - Erin”  by Luke 

I have 5 granddaughters..
this is for granddaughter number 3.. 
I will be writing a song for each in hopes they will be listening to their own song one day with their grandchildren…Love Grampy Luke 

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
this is not a real photo , but Ai photo created by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
Luke  H.  S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Savanna-Erin”  by Luke

I sing about our mobile phone ~
Have fun
This is 4th work with Noobly
2025/03/25
Title/  Addictphone(Khan and Noobly)
Vocals, song and lyric/Khan
Beat, sound &mix/ Noobly
Noobly url
https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1


lyrics
Addictphone
It’s waiting for you
From the moment you wake up
Cell phone waiting for you
From the moment you wake up
 To open or not to open?
 Won't you open it?
You’ll get caught If you open it, 
 You are drowning in a sea of data.

high addictive 
Look at it 
 I feel like you are there  
Addictphone
Addictphone
Addictphone
Addictphone
But it’s so hard to believe
But it’s so hard to believe

It’s waiting for you
From the moment you wake up
Cell phone waiting for you
From the moment you wake up
 To open or not to open?
 Won't you open it?
You’ll get caught If you open it, 
 You are drowning in a sea of data.

high addictive 
Look at it 
 I feel like you are there  
But it’s so hard to believe
But it’s so hard to believe
Addictphone
Addictphone
Addictphone
Addictphone
 We even love it.
 Wouldn't be able to live without it anymore.
We even love it.
 Wouldn't be able to live without it anymore.
We even love it.
 Wouldn't be able to live without it anymore.
We even love it.
 Wouldn't be able to live without it anymore.


目が覚めた時から
それは待っている
開くか
開かないか？
あなたはどうする？
開いたら
その中に取り込まれる。
データの海で私たちは溺れている
強く惹きつける
それをみて私はあなたがそこにいるように感じる
中毒性
中毒性
中毒性の電話
でもそれを信じるのは難しい
私たちはそれを愛してもいる
もうそれなしでは生きられないだろう


Addictiphone (Khan and Noobly)

thanks to Martin for the work done on this loop

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-story-time-with-marty-mcmuphin


Lyrics
A young man, making his way to South Town by Bicycle, was abruptly stopped in his tracks
by a wandering tortoise.
The Bicycle jerk forwarded his suddenly pushed on the brake, an open can of energy drink
was then flung from his free hand, spilling over the tortoise.
The tortoise became super charged and sped away, clocking 100 miles per hour.
Ostropper, what he just witnessed, the man fainted, falling sideways from his bicycle,
later awakening in his basement with tabs of LSD, littered



Un jeune homme, se dirigeant vers South Town à vélo, a été brusquement arrêté dans son élan.
par une tortue errante.
Le crétin du Vélo a présenté sa soudaine pression sur le frein, une canette ouverte de boisson énergisante
a ensuite été projeté de sa main libre, se répandant sur la tortue.
La tortue est devenue super chargée et s'est enfuie, atteignant 100 milles à l'heure.
Ostropper, ce dont il vient de voir, l'homme s'est évanoui, tombant de côté de son vélo,
se réveillant plus tard dans son sous-sol jonché des comprimés de LSD,

BREAKING NEWS.  🎧

Uilleann Suas ( Elbows Up )

Drink

La la la   lal lal la
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
The long road opens wide.
You travelled with me all the way through Natures thought,
To all the places that the sun shines on
Then there was the start of a recent one
The man who came to see and turn the meter-maid on
You drink your coffee. I drink my tea
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
The old tree looking down
Crippled inside and out of Natures thought
With Owen's mud-lusty toasted trench-foot toes.(Wilfred Owen)
And on the floor the paper looks a flavourite soul
There once was a gender a common goal.
There’s a place a trip, a place to trip, a trip unknown
A faster thought ,a faster thought in just one tone.
A corner of the middle , inside a tomb.
A sand-speck sequence which draws ,draws us home.
A sand-speck sequence which draws ,draws us home.
(guitar….)
There once was a time!
Across the sky, across the slow cross-crested sigh.
A flatter side am I a flatter side am I.
A sound as dead as cold as ice will apply
The man who came to see and switch the meter-maid on
The long road opens wide
You travelled with me all the way through Natures thought,
To all the places that the sun shines on
Then there was the start of a recent one
The man who came to see and turn the meter-maid on
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
There’s a place a trip, a place to trip, a trip unknown
A faster thought ,a faster thought in just one tone.
A corner of the middle , inside a tomb.
A sand-speck sequence which draws ,draws us home.
A sand-speck sequence which draws ,draws us home.
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
I drink my coffee. You drink your tea
(Repeat)

Grass with my sons

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