Whatever twisted fate befell those contaminated by the orange mutagen, they began to wriggle, writhe, and squirm their way from the subway, swamps, and sewers, to spread their glowing cheer. Freesound Samples Used : 192497_murraysortz_bubbles…

biding his time when the worlds might rewind re-season the plan increasing command trying his damndest not to f--- it up again he says hey Lady Luck can you let me win this one I bet you're having fun watching me fumble and forever…

Since I was in my mid-20s I've found the idea of people going to the pub with their Dads completely alien. I've gone to the pub with other people's dads and really enjoyed it. This song sings the virtues of this activity.

This is the first song I wrote about my Dad. I wrote it when I realised I was the same age he was when I was born. I reflect on what he had when he was my age, and all that he has lost.

When I start thinking a little slow, or if I lose my balance, or if I just feel a bit tired in the afternoon, I get terrified that I have inherited Multiple Sclerosis from my Dad. The horrible thing is - these early symptoms are just completely…

Since I was in my mid-20s I've found the idea of people going to the pub with their Dads completely alien. I've gone to the pub with other people's dads and really enjoyed it. This song sings the virtues of this activity.

My life is so different to my Dad's. It must be so frustrating to be so trapped.

Every time I get sick I remind myself not to take my health for granted. (to misquote Jeffrey Lewis - I really thought I meant it, but I knew when I got healthy that I'd probably forget it)

Life isn't fair. Why me? Why him? Why anything.