Greg Harper

Greg has just released a brand new video to accompany his song, The River, which is taken from the 2019 released album, In It Together. The song was beautifully, and sympathetically, recorded and produced by Paul Linale at WRM Studios.
The video illustrates the song with equally beautiful visual images. We hope you love it.

The video is dedicated to everyone who works hard to maintain, campaign for, or just enjoys the stunning beauty and majesty of our life giving rivers. 

It is only a few weeks now until the COP26 Climate Change Conference in Glasgow. 

Here is a relevant song, Sweet World, from Greg's In It Together album, beautifully produced by Paul Linale at WRM.

SWEET WORLD   (Greg Harper)

This old world is dripping away getting faster every passing day 

And the wise man says “she’ll soon be gone” and the wise man is never wrong

This old world is spinning away turning faster every passing day 

And the wise man says that “only a fool would let this sweet world spin out of control”

This old world she’s been shackled in chains from her mountains to her fertile plains 

And the wise man says “the future ain’t bright” and the wise man you know is always right

This old world is dripping away getting faster every passing day 

And the wise man says “she’ll soon be gone” and the wise man is never wrong 

The wise man is never wrong

So in time,  when this current pandemic lessens, or becomes treatable, let's not return to 'normal'.

Let's hope that as a species we can learn from the whole experience and do things better in future.

Better for the environment, better for animals of all kinds, better for us as a result.

Prevention is better than cure after all.

NO DAMN ILLUSION 

We’re in it together, a fait accompli 

There’s no illusion no, nothing to see 

Where once stood a forest, now’s a broken-down tree 

It’s no damn illusion, you take it from me 

We’re in it together how should we count the cost? 

Of all of the treasures now stolen or lost 

The treasures that we can never regain 

From the greed and destruction, of which we are blamed 

There once flew an owl, the wisest of friends 

There once swam a whale in the ocean’s depths 

Once grazed some livestock, before factory pens 

Now god help creation that we vilipend 

We should’ve had faith, we all should’ve prayed 

But the god of all gods said that we had betrayed 

Betrayed all the trust, that he had bestowed 

And we’d ravaged the garden, of all that he sowed 

We’re in it together, how cosy and nice 

Where no-one is culpable no, no-one thinks twice 

We’re in it together, a fait accompli 

It’s no damn illusion, you take it from me 

It’s no damn illusion, you get nothing for free

Hello everyone, what a topsy-turvy year it has been. 

We hope that you and your loved ones are all keeping safe in these worrying times. 

Things on the ‘live’ music scene have been badly affected since the spring, with all Greg's planned concerts since then being cancelled. 

Greg was planning to perform a concert on Saturday 14th November to remember the fallen, and to commemorate the 80th anniversary of the Coventry Blitz which occurred on the night of 14th November 1940. 

Greg wrote a poignant song called November Sky about the events of that night, and Sky Blues TV in Coventry made a moving video (below) to illustrate the song. 

The song is based on the first-hand testimony of Francis Alwyn Sweetman, Eric Holt and Valerie Goode. 

They lived through the horror of that night to tell their stories and experiences to later generations. 

Francis was a policeman out on his beat in the city centre that night as the bombs fell. Eric and Valerie were both nine year old children at the time. 

As we approach Remembrance Day this year, please spare a thought for the previous generations who gave so much for the collective good of us all.

And also spare a thought for those bravely fighting a new, unseen enemy, that threatens us all again this year. 

Take care everyone... till we meet again.

NOVEMBER SKY 

Alwyn Sweetman was dependable and good 
Did his duty like a constable should 
When the fire rained down from the November sky 
Many people in his hometown died 

Now Alwyn did the best that he could 
Digging in the rubble where the pub once stood 
There was times that night he was on his knees 
Praying lord spare me, won’t you spare me lord please 

And time takes it away 
A little bit further everyday 
But time could never disguise 
The pain that rained from the November sky 

Eric Holt just nine years old 
Lying in a shelter his eyes to behold 
Tracer arcing into the night sky 
Landmine falling took his daddy’s life 

And time takes it away 
A little bit further everyday 
But time could never disguise 
The pain that rained from the November sky 

In a farmhouse on the edge of town 
Firestorm raging all around 
Little Valerie cried why god why 
As St Michael’s lit the Coventry sky 

And time takes it away 
A little bit further everyday 
But time could never disguise 
The pain that rained from the November sky 

Well from the ashes of that old town 
There rose a spirit of world renown 
And that spirit it’ll never die 
Still we remember that November sky 
Yes we still remember that November sky