A lot of different types of people get down the cellar since Elvis moved in and Reg has been taking notice.........
A BLUE BLOODED JUNKIE
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A Blue blooded junkie has the time of his life…
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
This one is more of a reading set to music of part of a piece i wrote about a place i used to live. We used to walk most days down into the valley and i long to be back there, hopefully one day i will ...
There are a few fluffs in the reading…
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including:
Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not.
~no way out~
the music adds a dimension to the reading that is very powerful,,, it's neat the way they balance together so well, neither over powering or detracting from the other,, this is sort of like a collage of sound,, well done
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers?
2nd voice, answers: probably yes ...
1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it?
Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world.
1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ...
~communication breakdown~
Tis a true story about a friend, I was fascinated by the concept of friends sharing one black "funeral" dress passing it along like it was a hip handbag
She went to work like any other day
It didn't hit her till that package came
The first…
this is a mashup of 3 songs of mine :
the bass is the riff of "into the flame" of the uthemandi collaboration project
the guitars of "shine free, live true liquid soul version:"
and the vocals from my Lost In The News demo album, the track…
Cover of one of my favortie Beatles songs, from the White Album.
I actually bought a capo for this, after 30+ years of thinking capos are for wimps.
The Songcrafters.org Beatles II fest prompted me to go ahead and record it.
I need an electric geeetar. My weary old Crafter electroacoustic picks up every touch. 'Scuse the solo, I'm only a strummer..
Anyway, the song. Clogging up my brain, had to get it out. Some lasses don't know what they look like, and some lads…
I got a new amplifier and instead of doing what I should have been doing I did this. It gets a little crazy in the middle and its microtonal so the vocals are gonna sound out - but I enjoyed it. Yeah, those be drum loops. 15 notes per octave.
The single coil sound of my new used PRS guitar just got me in the funk. Had this partial riff on a Sony walkman from 10 years ago, decided to fill it out a little.
I wrote this song at a bowling alley in my small hometown in the Panhandle of FL/Lower Alabama
She blew into town on a one night Stand
Over eggs there was no one holding her hand
Just like the sauce
She became a mystery
Just like the…
Another lyrically-challenged collaboration with jip1965, who sent me a guitar, bongo, percussion track with a recorder playing named, simply, 'Love'.
I added the piccolo, crystals and windchimes from my virtual keyboard, renamed it 'What is…
loving thee hall piano...reminds me of a trippy youth......wandering around the dark house....hark! i hear sound...creeping out there in the dark...loving it
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…
one cool thing about piano pieces is that they lend themselves to being rearranged for other instruments, since the piano encompasses the entire range,,, this is a pared down version of my last weeks submission le baiser apres-midi = the afternoon…
one cool thing about piano pieces is that they lend themselves to being rearranged for other instruments, since the piano encompasses the entire range,,, this is a pared down version of my last weeks submission le baiser apres-midi = the afternoon…
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ahahhahaha too funny LOL :) blue pills red pills: goldish green bills lost in the mills at time... stuck in a hole falling ever so
Loven this: the piano is great. I think I have done similar at times on the piano just no lyrics.
Well, Reg gets my vote for being up front about it!
And the moral of that is, faced with separation, handle it well.
Very, very clever. I love the way you almost ssspat the words out.
This is great Reg!
Gotta say this is like reading a book with sound effects , i like it lots , production is ace , must check out more
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including: Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
Poor Johnny! That woman wasn't worth it
very cool!
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not. ~no way out~
the music adds a dimension to the reading that is very powerful,,, it's neat the way they balance together so well, neither over powering or detracting from the other,, this is sort of like a collage of sound,, well done
nice work Reg!
I agree with Norm - there is a lot coming down.
like this one mate, made us smile :)
I've a suggestion for where that last bullet should go. Calamitous and yearning musical background well done.
Yep, keeps me sane too.
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers? 2nd voice, answers: probably yes ... 1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it? Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world. 1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ... ~communication breakdown~
Are you working for CNN now? lol cool one Reggy!
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Excellent....
a kinda modern day Texas Radio....go ram ...go ram...go
Good one.....
Great vocal love the organ........
Superb.......
Wild like a bushfire or a Vaisvil let loose.......good one Chris
still Funking it........
And another excellent playing .......
Now that gets the foot tapping........
Excellent
Ditto......
Great voice ....love it
beautifully done ...Excellent collab....love it
those drums sound great great vocal too....
so am i.......
Lovely got a nice feel to it...great vocal
loving thee hall piano...reminds me of a trippy youth......wandering around the dark house....hark! i hear sound...creeping out there in the dark...loving it
loving the shrill shit,,,,,sneaky bass
lonelyness that's it
it's always a pleasure Richard...theres a story in there i can hear it.. maybe something to do with Andys maybe thats the connection.....