Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
They were all in the cellar and Louis heard this great tune by the Farfetched Tangmo Band and had to recite this story he had heard of Jack and Jill... so here it is.............
Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!damn man what a track. Love the drums here, piano is fantastic. What a vocal. I can dig it man, I can dig it. Fantastic song Reg, truly a work of art.
WOW Reg, this is stunning man.....reminds me of something off Dennis Wilsons classic album Pacific Ocean Blue. You have such an expressive voice, and so flexible, it always sounds different, depending on what the song needs. Very beautiful song Reg.
They were all in the cellar and Louis heard this great tune by the Farfetched Tangmo Band and had to recite this story he had heard of Jack and Jill... so here it is.............
Oh Lawd. Jack needs smack, I'm thinking. Reg, I didn't understand all the words, but you nailed it as a ballad. Surreal, my friend. You done good. Spell Tangmo right, next time though. ;)
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Good one gents!
Er, Reg, do you need a bigger cellar?
Here's my talley of who's down there already with the Regs Deuce:
Elvis
Frederico
Louie Armstrong
Bon Scott
Frank Sinatra
Jim Morrison
and perhaps Satan.
Reg's friend, Austin has a crush on this girl Louise who is way out of his reach. He is trying to pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels about her. He writes poetry about her. He goes to the bar where she works so he can see her communicate…
Reg's friend, Austin has a crush on this girl Louise who is way out of his reach. He is trying to pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels about her. He writes poetry about her. He goes to the bar where she works so he can see her communicate…
Reg's friend, Austin has a crush on this girl Louise who is way out of his reach. He is trying to pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels about her. He writes poetry about her. He goes to the bar where she works so he can see her communicate…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg has been sitting in the cellar reading some old notebooks and he has decided it's time to air some of his secret stash of poetry. He knows the word poetry can turn an audience of quicker than a desperate man turns a women off but he is prepared…
It is the performance that is like a crisp break off the edge or reality what ever that is. Happenstance of a poets poem *smiles with the poem* buzzards morn in crazy lights that break in warm shivers of muse-its that thinks the round world is solid>>> stillness animated in a loudness of soft worms suffering from guiltless pleasures>>>hardly
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg has been sitting in the cellar reading some old notebooks and he has decided it's time to air some of his secret stash of poetry. He knows the word poetry can turn an audience of quicker than a desperate man turns a women off but he is prepared…
Who should come down the cellar to see Elvis but Bon Scott. Reg got on with him like a house on fire, i mean they have a lot in common. Reg told him all about his new love. S o they decided to jam and this is what they came up with…
i can hear the digits in your digital audio
i feel the need to fidget with my mouse and my moby
i’m listless as i listen to prestigious presentations
of manipulated data and prestidigitation
i type unlisted numbers into my communicator
i'm dubious…
MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm
Dm
Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn
Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home
G
I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back
Dm
But I'm shackled to a bunk…
We've all met them! Haha. Got a bit of a rocky head on doing this.
"I ain't gonna love her like I said I would, coz my friends were all quite right - she's no good."
I heard Jimi Jamin for the first time the other day after M.T.C commented on it with ".yep....this jim is jammin today" and it got me thinking about Jim when he's jamming and his inspirations i may be well of the mark but hey! were trying…
Instrumental Acoustic Guitar.
Written in 2010 for the wedding of a very good friend of mine, Jason. It was the processional, playing while the wedding crew walked down the aisle. Played it with montgomeru (who also wrote the recessional…
i can hear the digits in your digital audio
i feel the need to fidget with my mouse and my moby
i’m listless as i listen to prestigious presentations
of manipulated data and prestidigitation
i type unlisted numbers into my communicator
i'm dubious…
language and communication
john lydon told me
the written word is a lie
so likewise
the recorded sung or spoken word say i
on the table
there sat a cat or a telephone
-what shape was the table?
-what was the name of the cat…
a shrill shit
a shrill shit shatters the moonlit midnight air
despair distorts the dreamy darkness
twists its fluid form into a gloomy dankness
looming like malignant vapours
over stagnant pools
you are surrounded by fools
grounded by…
timothy and the tramp
as timothy walked past marks and spencer’s
the muttering tramp stood up and looked him
squarely in the eye and said:-
i have seen the great
bear
crouching on his haunches
in his cavernous mountain lair
and…
Comments on thetworegs's stuff
wow, cool groove and vocals!
nice one. you have many singing styles, excellent.
Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!damn man what a track. Love the drums here, piano is fantastic. What a vocal. I can dig it man, I can dig it. Fantastic song Reg, truly a work of art.
WOW Reg, this is stunning man.....reminds me of something off Dennis Wilsons classic album Pacific Ocean Blue. You have such an expressive voice, and so flexible, it always sounds different, depending on what the song needs. Very beautiful song Reg.
Oh Lawd. Jack needs smack, I'm thinking. Reg, I didn't understand all the words, but you nailed it as a ballad. Surreal, my friend. You done good. Spell Tangmo right, next time though. ;)
Good one gents! Er, Reg, do you need a bigger cellar? Here's my talley of who's down there already with the Regs Deuce: Elvis Frederico Louie Armstrong Bon Scott Frank Sinatra Jim Morrison and perhaps Satan.
Reg, show Austin a few of your dance moves and help him write a love song to her. That will do the trick.
Ah, damn ... I was logged out again. ;)
I don't know why ... I'm not usually into this experimental, minimalistic stuff, but I love yours.
This is some bad ass tune fellas. Super collab.
Very cool Reg! I like this one a lot!
It is the performance that is like a crisp break off the edge or reality what ever that is. Happenstance of a poets poem *smiles with the poem* buzzards morn in crazy lights that break in warm shivers of muse-its that thinks the round world is solid>>> stillness animated in a loudness of soft worms suffering from guiltless pleasures>>>hardly
UN-freaking-believable.....damn guys. damn.....i'll say it again.....damn.
this is freaking incredible.
Yeah, very nice.
Haven't heard your voice in this way before! Brilliant performance! Btw, thanks for your comment, I appreciate it!
Love the intimate vocal and the sparkly piano. Just gorgeous.
Obviously brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There aren't enough boxes to tick. YES!!
really cool piece, i like the sitar sounds and the screams, and of course the poetry. great, man.
very cool,, love the raspy/rough/distorted voice,, it's sort of how i feel right now
Comments made by thetworegs
Wonderfully worded slugg..........
Brilliant.....
great performance.........
Jamming guitar Kirk........
Dog gone good........
Nice vibe.......
Now dats the ding D dog..........
Rocking.......
Hauntingly lovely......
excellent......
Well OK then...........
LOVE IT.......
Stoogytastic!!!!
A wonderful piece......
Excellent my fave of fave's this time round.......
I have secret but I lie about my past........
Loving the reggae beat....
He must be right..Never argue with a man with his life in a Tescos bag..........
Excellent....
it certainly was.......