great music, love the percussion and that 80s new wave sound, great harmonies and vocals!!!

Great track; love the groove; vocal harmonies are superb!!

Drumming so good excellent pure stuff also dude

Brilliant!! Glad I dug down to find this...magic creation from you and Gary!!

REMEMBER THE WORLD OF SILENT CUCKOOS

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

When a long-term relationship comes to an end, there is almost inevitably a lot of bitterness, anger, upset and regret.  But as time moves along, in my experience at least, these are replaced by a gratitude that you were able to share precious moments with your partner and remember the everyday things that you will always treasure.

Last year, Terry and myself fell into a conversation about my marriage break-up - some eight years ago now - and for some reason I started to share with him all of the little things that made being with my ex-partner so special.  They weren’t earth shattering, just times when we did something ordinary, like cooking a really nice meal together or watching a movie we’d seen many times before and knew we would enjoy.

Sometimes, I’d lay in her lap as we watched.  She’d gently stroke my head and very often I’d fall into the deepest, most relaxing of sleeps.  All the cares of the outside world just drifted away, until it felt as as if we were the only two people in the world.  I’ve never known a feeling like it.  It was sheer and utter heaven.

When we split, she tried to make me understand that it was the right and proper thing to do and, although I went through all of the negative emotions described above, she was absolutely right.  The good times had gone and they were never coming back. That’s just the way life is sometimes.  

So this is the song that Tel wrote about the things I told him.  A sad song yes but tinged with the warm glow of great times shared.  It really is better to have loved and lost...

As always, with Tel’s wonderfully apposite lyrics to guide him, Hans understood exactly what the song was all about and the arrangement he put together sums up my feelings so much better than the words I’ve used here to describe them.  My deepest thanks to he and Terry for telling the story with such truth, compassion and intensity.  (Gary Reeves) 

Can there be just one more moment? 
A lovers dream to touch a single breath
Giving a lifetime to love just one more second 
One thousand heartbeats to stop the thought of death

I remember curling tightly on the sofa
I remember protection from the outside world
I remember feeling arms around my shoulders
I remember it so warm and tender not growing old
Not growing old

A book of moments can’t change an indiscretion 
The best there is seems to haunt the past
Deep depression equals every slice of laughter 
As a memory tries to make the good bits last
               
        CHORUS                 Middle

Hiding from the progress but avoiding backward steps
No comprehension why standing still can’t be the best
Every calculated journey causes fractures to the health 
Looking fine and healthy but not up to living like the rest

                          CHORUS

Looking at the mirror screwed tightly on the wall
No reflection of a happy face but the screws stopping the fall
Eyes fixed on the reason that seems to change all sounds
As the wrinkles prevent the facial skin slipping to the ground 

                          CHORUS X 2
Not growing old
Not growing old
Not growing old

I REMEMBER - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Biiig thanks to my Friend Joerxworx for another nice Sax work, always big fun with the Lunatic Series
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Lunatics 65 El Dorado / Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Music by robin
Vocals are a poem by Kyli Santiago

beyond all xtc

I-la-rI (Ilari I. Rantala) - Composed, all instruments, vocals, lyrics, field recordings & drum machine programming.
Artwork and produced by I-la-rI.

© 2022 Ilari I. Rantala. All rights reserved.

In the Land of Autumn

I saw a recent documentary about The Salton Sea. It is a remarkable place and an interesting story.

The Salton Sea

Come on kids you're going on a trip
A trip with Gran and me
Pack your swimming clothes
Your buckets and spades
We'll have fun I guarantee

Jump in the car, strap yourselves in tight
We'll have a jumpin' jamboree
Where we going Gramps, is it somewhere nice?
Are we going to Hawaii

No somewhere better, 
Where Gran and I met
We're going to the Salton Sea 

We're all going
We're all going
Swimming in the Salton Sea

Where are we going
Where are we going
We're going to the Salton Sea


Tell me Gramps, what's that funny smell 
It's horrible, phewee
Look there's a chair in the sand
and some rusty boats
Is this the Salton Sea?

Don't look miserable Gramps
It's very nice
I'm glad you brought us to see

Where Gran and you met
That's the best place on earth
and where I wanna be

The Salton Sea

@ApproachToSilence2 - 9.2.22

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/1KUkMaxzvUhotlRG1UlQtD

ApproachToSilence_2022

Vernissage

In the cuckoo cell, life was all but well
I could hardly tell why I've fallen dead-alive, dead-alive
So much show and tell, hard explaining tale
Bread crumbs on the trail of my fading spotlight, it's dim tonight
------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Hey, hey, hey
I'm a little strange, strange, strange
I know I'm not sane, sane, sane
Tell me it's okay
Hey, hey, hey
From this ounce of pain, pain, pain
Comes this sense of shame, shame, shame
Tell me it's okay
------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
In the cuckoo cell (x4)
If the truth would be told from these lies, getting old
In a world full of full of shame / Spread the lies, game you play
Ah yeah
See no gain but there's pain / Bleeding out, claim to fame
If the truth would be told from these lies, getting old
In the cuckoo cell (x4)
------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Hey, hey, hey
I'm a little strange, strange, strange
I know I'm not sane, sane, sane
Tell me it's okay
Hey, hey, hey
From this ounce of pain, pain, pain
Comes this sense of shame, shame, shame
Tell me it's okay
---------------------------------------
I know, I know, oh
----------------------------------------
In the cuckoo cell, life was all but well
I could hardly tell why I've fallen dead-alive, dead-alive
So much show and tell, hard explaining tale
Bread crumbs on the trail of my fading spotlight, it's dim tonight

Cuckoo Cell

We hope you enjoy our latest!
Keep well out there!

Thank you for all of your kind shares and comments!!

Song- Annette
Lyrics- Gary
Main vocals -Gary
Harmonies- Annette

The Worlds On Fire  (Ft Gary Scott)

Silent Phase

My Funny Valentine - Solo Guitar by Earnest Woodall

Original composition by Nylïa

All instruments, effects are performed, recorded, and mixed by me.
For more information, see my public Profile.
All rights reserved

We are All Ukrainian 💌

my new production xxii, downtempo lo-fi energy in trip-hop style, space game environment. 

Space Moviment!

Circle Back

Nonsense, just nonsense! Hopefully, the listener will feel like someone kicked down their door, rants for 3 minutes, and then leaves. 

Lyrics:
Riding my bicycle
I was 8 years old
Riding to the Biblioteca
What the heck does that get ya?

Hey! Speak up asher bard
They say your miseries are symphonies
Hey, what are you writing in that notebook?
You know I say: I'm a poet
But, I make my own hours
That's how you know that you really own it
That's how you know that you've really made it
I've been playing a fool for so long
But I will probably do it again
If you insist
Hey, c'mon, everyone
Give it up for the band!
I've been  trespassing on salvation
I've been speaking in binary code
I'm an observer in slo-mo

Let's disseminate the movie of my life
Cue the split screen
It's like some kind of cosmic universe blooper reel
I'm trying to document the way that we feel
It's 3 AM in the rain
And I'm staring at myself
It's 3 AM in the rain
Can you not see yourself?
Oh, let's give it up
Give it up for the band!

Let those good vibes shine!

I've been thinking about the matter
And the anti-matter
I've got some kind of Dostoevsky skin disease (cough)
You know what I mean?
I've got the aftershave and undertones
The poet's got the loneliest nose
For the way things go

The biblioteca, what the heck will that get ya?

Good Vibes

My new song with piano, bass, drums, electric piano, pizzicato strings, flutes, bells, koto sound and vocals! 😊🎶❤️🎤🎹🎧🎵🎼

Thanks to my lovely Sander for fabulous mastering service again. @wane-of-summer 😊❤️

SURPRISE

I was honored when https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions asked me to remake ‘Tattlesnakes’ from their fantastic album ‘Pun’. Maybe it’s the wildest one, unpredictable but coherent, it inspired me immediately !!

I've remixed to my taste their original studio stems (drums & keyboards), adding my own vocals, guitars & more... hard recommendation of headphones again !!

Lyrics are from another of my ancient poems, where I played with oxytone & eproparoxytone rhymes (translated below but with lost effect in English).

Full versions album here: https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions/sets/another-pun-a-brand-new
Downloadable: https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/another-pun
I suggest checking out the original tracks too: @https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/pun !!!

Letra  /  Lyrics:

Claro que ya no soy plástico,  /  Clearly I’m not plastic anymore,
ni estoy falto de razón,  /  nor lacking of reason,
puesto que, siendo simpático,  /  since, being friendly,
de sangre es mi corazón.  /  of blood is my heart.

Claro que soy esporádico  /  Clearly I am sporadic
en locos cantos espléndidos.  /  in splendid crazy singings.

Gritos de loco dolor,  /  Screams of insane pain,
llenos de mudo amargor,  /  full of mute bitterness,
claro que ya no son gélidos.  /  clearly are not icy anymore.

Claro que ya soy simpático  /  Clearly I’m yet friendly
y estoy falto de amargor,  /  and lacking of bitterness,
puesto que mi corazón,  /  since my heart,
siendo de sangre, no es plástico.  /  being of blood, is not plastic.

Y en mis cantos esporádicos,  /  And in my sporadic singings,
claro que ya no soy gélido.  /  clearly I’m not icy anymore.

Gritos de loca razón,  /  Screams of mad reason,
ya no gritos de dolor,  /  not screams of pain anymore,
claro que ya son espléndidos!  /  clearly are yet splendid!

ER00EC11

Tardigrade & Tattlesnakes (with Graphics on Televisions)

I am a singer songwriter producer from the North West in the  UK.....I love Jazz and Soul...in fact  all music brings me joy!, My music has had mainstream play on The BBC music app  on The Sun Lounge  show with Adam Dunning and BBC introducing  in Manchester with “ Roesh”  Jazz FM Curved Radio in Australia  and  KJazz radio UK . Please go over and  listen to my music on  Spotify.    I have been very lucky to have collaborated with some very talented musicians and singers, and a special thanks to all of them because I have learnt so much and I am still learning.Please check out my recent interviews with Meryana Tamera on Radiosparx!

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

The Worlds On Fire (Ft Gary Scott)

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