Very good performance !! The whole track is great!!

Seriosuly man this production is impressive! Keep up the good work 

The production 😍  If every death metal song would sound clean like this I'd listen all day. And I like the riffs and signature changes. yeah cool!

great songwriting, great sound, impressive

Excellent composition and production. Congraulations!!!

Written by Terry Reeves
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, Arrangement & Production

SC Version Video: https://youtu.be/uHu4SAWhysc  
Dark Version Video: https://youtu.be/AZQoKfJCTYA 

You may be wondering how this song acquired the title it did.  These very words were actually said to me by one of my wife Jo's three long-standing and very close friends.  Over the years, they had all entered into long-term partnerships which, for differing reasons, ended very sadly, resulting in them being left on their own.  So I was, in a manner of speaking, last man standing.

When they needed a male presence, I was volunteered to help in a variety of ways, e.g. being a pretend boyfriend when one of them was being pestered by someone in whom they were not interested.  There are many more instances I could recount, some of which were definitely in the ‘very unusual’ category but I was always happy to be of help if I possibly could.  Besides which, they often turned out to be exceedingly amusing.

Fast forward a few years to when I was diagnosed with MS, which brought about a condition called Trigeminal Neuralgia, causing pain the like of which I’d not known before.  After a spell taking hefty painkilling drugs that basically turned me into a kind of zombie, my MS specialist suggested ‘Gamma Knife Procedure’.  

This involves (and I kid you not) a metal helmet being screwed directly into your skull at four strategic points, rendering your head totally immobile so that radioactive rays can, with pinpoint accuracy, be fired at your Trigeminal Nerve.  It is indeed a singular sensation to feel blood trickling down your face as said helmet is fixed into place but the benefits that ensued were more than worth the temporary inconvenience.  I was pretty much pain-free for the next two years, after which it did return but all things considered, was extremely pleased with the result.

To celebrate, a dinner party was thrown in my honour, a splendid time guaranteed for all.  It was here that Jo’s friend, whose husband had sadly died, uttered the immortal phrase.  It caused much laughter, as it rightly should have.  I wasn’t in the least offended and, anyway, my very first thought was “What a great title for a song”.

Once again, deep thanks are due to Hans for not only producing two brilliant versions of this song but videos to go with each (links above).  The man has a depth of talent of which others can only dream, myself included.  Thanks so much for listening.  (Terry Reeves)

I was invited to a party
I tingled with the chance
To talk about the future
Step in and out of the past
Who’s that man in the corner?
Wearing a helmet on his head?
This is just my day wear
The gamma ray gun Doctor said
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who smiles and has no fear?

We talked about the weather
And laughed about the grass
The world is tasting plastic
And it doesn't seem to last
Who's that man in the corner? 
With the radiation smile
The glow won't last for ever
Why not enjoy it for a while?
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who has ten layers of veneer? 

We shared some special moments
And showed the battle scars
A pigment of growing older
Figments hidden in a jar
Who's that man in the corner? 
Four holes drilled into his head
Tried to screw me to the wall
Keep me standing and out of bed
(I heard someone say)

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who we seem to volunteer?

Why ain't you not dead yet?
Why are you still here?
Why are you the only man?
Who floats in this atmosphere?

Why ain’t you not dead yet?
I may not be really here
If my name gets mentioned 
I want a smile and not a tear

Keep smiling, I want to smile
Keep smiling, Give me a smile
I want to smile, I want to smile
Yeah, smile...

WHY AIN'T YOU NOT DEAD YET? - Cripple Club & Hans Albers (Video links with description)

Good Ship

Instrumental Death Metal Song. All Music Yannis Zaminos March 2022.
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4qA6Ku6GdkWbWboiihCmTv?si=551cb615b8b6412a 
Youtube Promo Video: https://youtu.be/DHKd_l7Ob8w
BandCamp: https://yanniszaminos.bandcamp.com/
Link in Bio: https://shor.by/yanniszaminos

The Song In My Mind

Stream on Spotify

Lost Vibrations of Forgotten Dreams

Piano Impro #3 - Par Les Soirs Bleus D'Eté

One Perfect Rose

MARS 21922

Pigments and Patterns - Quarantine 22

Unannounced Quarantine

A little jam i made with the korg gadget app on ipad. All the notes are painted into the matrix with my fingers so to say:)

Gemeni 1

Method: Layering, as usual
Narration: The poem is what it is.
Picture: This is part of my original illustration for the 'tiny inclusions' series of poems this one belongs to. 

Poem / copyright jo richter:
(as published in: Tiny Inclusions, in: Auslegpapier)

She kept wondering
what might have happened
to that ring she used to wear.
She can still feel its tightness
when tracing the bone in her finger.

There had been some other life,
one she cannot remember.
Traces it of it surround her
like finds on an archeological dig.
She sometimes receives calls from strangers.

The other day, she must have held
a tiny, breathing something in her arm,
caressing it with affection.
Was it a kitten? She cannot detect
any litter in her home.

Right now, she can't help counting
down the letters in the alphabet.
Nothing adds up. Therefore, the fault
lies either in the faultlines between the numbers
and the letters or it is
her turn to vanish.

lapses

Lapses

Lyrics:
If it were up to me,
you'd be sent to the sea.
So confused, you would be.
If it were in the cards,
I'd see you were dealt with.
Sharp enough to pierce your heart.
The alien part.
You used to hate,
watch you drown in your fate.
I'd lend you a hand,
just to plot your state.
I have no sympathy,
for the hole you've made.
So I wave goodbye,
The final day who would cry?
Who could forgive?
Such a blatant lie.

Sympathy

Drums: Frank Smith
Artwork: Unsplash (https://unsplash.com/photos/black-smoke-BvxTpTj0QlA)
Everything else: Me

Materia

One Man Instrumental Death Metal Act From Greece. https://shor.by/yanniszaminos

The Song In My Mind

Υannis Zaminos

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