from the symphonic poem "Trials & Tribulations" featuring Alex Moody & the Leavenworth Baptist Choir and Brent Nolan on guitar. everytime I lose a minute going somewhere I need to be it’s like quicksand I know when you’re in it…

from the album the Vulnerary Songs I caught the flu but who knew it wasn’t terminal lie in bed and drink oj and sleep for hours I caught a fish and threw it hard onto the ground then cut my foot on a broken glass bottle went to college and drank…

I found this while doing some clearing out. Its the only demo me and a friend Ben Price recorded when we were briefly looking to form a band in about 2005/2006. Listening back to it, strained vocals aside I kinda liked it so thought I should give…

This is a song inspired by the town i grew up in, and where I still live. Its a nod to the comfort I've enjoyed from being surrounded by the mountains of the Caerphilly basin. The verse lyrics acknowledge how little we tend to go to the places…

It is what it is. It's throwaway but I'm relatively pleased. Was going for something slightly Kinksy/Nilssonesque - sort of Vauderville..

The B side to Dad's father's day present. This is an instrumental celebration of his 45 years in the printing industry, and an acknowledgement that while other kids got bedtime stories, I got the history of lithography..

Tight-wad Moody writes song in lieu of Father's Day gift. Now with extra cheese

Thought I'd take another stab at this old track. I've had it with it now, so this is how it will stay - warts n all. :)

Thought I'd take another stab at this old track. I've had it with it now, so this is how it will stay - warts n all. :)

I took a week off work to do some music, and what with the riots, and a huge alcoholic binge having massively negative effects on my hedmeds, I haven't felt an ounce of creativity/positivity. rather pure misery. so i didnt even bother trying Monday…