Born in the year of the Monkey
Turning my whole world around

Oh Darlin 
Monkey Love

I sing this song for you
From the dark spaces of mine
You always pull me through

Our Song has no words
It's just too complex
But ohh Monkey Love

I just love you

The curves of your back
The strength of your mind
The smoothness of your skin

The fullness of your lips
Puckering    for a kiss

The Brown of your eyes
The tint and the tone

ahhh

Oh Monkey Love
My Monkey Love 

I just love you
❤

Monkey Love

This is a song about finding that girl who you know is your life partner.  Such a cool feeling if/when it happens.  

LOVE NEVER-ENDING
(c) JunkHeap Mar 19 2022 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

So what you think when your day is so plain.
Looking out the window has the blasé.
I'm walking home and I'm thinking of you.

Chin on hand looking outside.
Unenthusiatically working through the  day dreams.
Don't you want to get away from the everyday?

C'mon on baby, join me on the street and dance.

I want to meet you at a coffee shop,
and pretend I don't know you.
flirt with you girl, like we first met.

Seasons changing, and reasons waning.
Forget the meaning, the deeper reason.
We keep on aging, our love keeps changing. 
A flower into a bouquet. 

I grab your hand and we go flying high over the city,
over the steeples and chimneys. 
Someone sweeping; 
someone sippin' a coffee on a balcony.

You and I smile at each other, 
with the wind in our ears, 
and we're changing gears.
No ones going to stop us...  
Our love for each other.

Love Never-ending

Feverently denying taught religion, even though it brings you comfort. Extolling Darwinian evolution, whilst feeling comforted by phones, Fitbits and myriads of bio technologies.

Consciously avoiding the group photograph's, then pondering where you are when you see the resulting masterpiece. Ever wondering which action makes you more human.

comprehending inhumane, but struggling to grasp human.

Sometimes the human touch isn't enough.

My children seek blankets or cuddly toys to comfort them. When I seek comfort/familiarity or reassurance, music offers me warmth, either listening to, or recording. 

Thank you for sharing your music, or listening to mine.

I'm very lucky. ☮️

Ode to peaceful

They travelled, through time and space.

An unconscious exploration of the conflict and growth at the birth of a season, also the conflict within myself as I explore this art form further. I had no idea what was going to be explored within the music until it happened.
Helen x

Our process started off with a simple repeating chord progression on the piano for Helen to improvise over. We gradually added more elements once the vocal parts were complete and the final element is a field recording of the dawn chorus, recorded at 5am in our back garden.
Andy

Words and Music: Helen
Music and production: Andy

Impatient awakenings

Sleeps on Fire

I’m dwelling on rocket fire
Piano fragments and twisted strings
Lady rag doll dead at the door
Dementor soldier with lips so thin

Sleep Killer’s messing with my head
Gotta rise up get a change of thought
Find a codeine and a TV show
My feet are cold and my tongues like chalk

Back in bed and it’s Mr Psycho
Ugly boss gotta face him away
And lady friend of the underground
We’ll be busted yeah maybe today

Sleeps on fire yeah
Sleeps on fire yeah

All the news is existential
Who’s going to go have kids today?
I’m rolling round my sheets are tenting
The latest vaccine is a throat spray

Sleeps on fire yeah
Sleeps on fire yeah

SLEEPS ON FIRE

Simulation [Jungle Synth]

Where Is Peace

Can you remember those stories
That your father used to tell
About those horned devils
Rising up from Hell
In the seven rings of Hades
In the abode of the dead
Can we cross the lake of fire
To where the departed dwell

And we all seek redemption
Though we call it different things
To be borne into our Heaven
Upon an angels wings
Trailing clouds of glory
Are we such foolish things
When the noble savage brings his justice
To the deposed kings

Oh they lie and they lie again
Tell me where is peace
There is no children's lantern left
Shining in the East

and we have no regrets we say
Then how can we atone
For the caravan of sin
And all the evil we have done
We all have gods of some sort
And we pay them in the end
We best pay some attention
To what all these signs portend

Oh they lie etc

Can the wizards spin their spell for you
Bring forth your voodoo doll
Drink your drink and lift your voice
Within Valhalla's halls
We all are hollow humans
Bereft of divine joy
As we drag those empty ideals
Within the gates of Troy








Will there be transubstantiation 
Of nonsense into truth
Can we make up the things we believe in
And not ask for the proof
We all are crazy suckers
When it comes down in the end
We invested our souls in those Ponzi schemes
For some extra dividend

Oh they lie etc

Where Is Peace

#mitology #alternativerock #perseo #andromeda #mitologiagreca

Perseo

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES and LYRICS:
I wrote this song about an imaginary character born and raised on the Mississippi, growing up to be a music man. It's not based on anybody real, but is a kind of tribute to all (blues) musicians down the ages, who have developed their own style of playing and have become admired by future generations. I was inspired to learn to play the guitar listening to great guitar players and fascinated by their ability to simultaneously play a bass line, percussive rhythm and melody, while singing at the same time. (For guitar players interested in how this song is played, it is capo'd at the first fret and played in Bflat, using the thumb on the left hand to play bass notes while stretching fingers 3 and 4 for hammer-ons.). Hope you like it!

They named him Mississippi
That’s where he was born and found
Raised by the crew of a steamboat
Never did like his feet on solid ground 
Could have grown up to be a gambler
But he’d seen where the money goes
So he just played the blues
And watched the river flow

So Mississippi he became a music man
His hat tilted to one side
He wore a watch chain in his waistcoat 
And a twinkle in his eye 
Those gamblers liked to buy him a whiskey
So he’d smile on the dice they’d throw
As he’d play them the blues
And watch the river flow

Now they say down in Mississippi
When you’re riding on the river at night
That if you raise up your glass of whisky
There’s a chance that you just might
Hear the sound across the water 
From the deck of that old paddle boat 
As he plays the blues 
And watches the river flow

Mississippi

White Mash - BONES!! (Extended version)
Vocals/Lyrics : Cory Friesenhan & RD / Mr.X

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Written and produced by John de Wit (White Mash)
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Bones!

Bones

John de Wit “WIGWAM Online Radio Awards 2018: Double nominee White Mash with his Best Single & Best Urban Act certificates.”

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