Here's another from the cellar...........lets hope John & George arn't turning in their grave......and Paul & Ringo don't sue.........

Bob got in the act on this one and we had Elvis on Keys..Hope you enjoy...... A man of thinking (Lyrics) Night after night i sit in the dark and i’m thinking thinking of what i could of been if i had been a man of thinking what could i have…

Jekyll and Hyde are both well and alive and they're living inside of home Jekyll is kind to me Smiles all the time to me Hyde is a wild arrow from a bow As much as Jekyll makes you smile If she drinks herself some wine You'll be the one that…

Jekyll and Hyde are both well and alive and they're living inside of home Jekyll is kind to me Smiles all the time to me Hyde is a wild arrow from a bow As much as Jekyll makes you smile If she drinks herself some wine You'll be the one that…

This song is sort of about making a clean break, killing off the lead character in your story and burying him along with all his sins before the inevitable happens, and the bad guy gets his. Initially came from a jam with my mate Ben Price who…

I had myself a séance, with shakespears players, brought some sooth sayers, Scribbled what they said with crayons Ohh, got me nowhere And so I called Steven Fry up, and put him in a line up Oscar Wilde, Wittengenstein, Einstein I need to aim…

This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album? I often stop and think of William Up on Skinners Ridge He passed me on his way back down As I passed from being a kid A shame you’d say But aint that the way Things…

My take on Gumbo's Keep Your Eye On The Spot, one of many excellent tracks from his RPM2011 album 'Cat's Moustache'. It's something of a departure from the original, though I was trying to retain an element of the gospel so hopefully its soul…

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

I'm meeting an old Uni friend Saturday and I wrote this for her. My university years were quite possibly the darkest years of my life. Her, and the little comments she'd write in the margins of my lecture notes, were more important than she'll…