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…

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…

Further evidence of a creative dark patch. This is a mess. I like it, but its a big bloody mess.

Alee- own - ee - rection. It's got a mind of its own. And when it comes, its gonna be the death of you all.

Here comes the rush You feel it in your bones And when your bones are crushed You feel it in your soul You just cant escape it Its everywhere you go Turn round and face it Tell everyone you know Ah, the rush You've missed so much Here comes…