This is a song about finding momentary escape from the pain of loss.. and having it interrupted by the realisation that it's the anniversary of the day it all started; Some days I get up and I go to the park and I sit in the dark and I think…

Second pretty little interlude.. this time, the light, the hope!

RPM 2011 number 2. Inspired by an ex-friend of mine who had the most dazzling rose tinted glasses. Always used to envy the simplicity of his view and how nothing could ever get to him (everything gets to me).. since i knew him I know a lot of…

Thank you for being you No one else would do Thank you for being you You're all I ask for Too many nights alone tonight I'm coming home open up the wine cos I'm gonna be with the one who's shown Me the ways of old Women into wives…

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…

A dramatisation of events from school.. hope 'Shaun' never hears this, and if he does, that he likes it in someway, and that things turned out alright in the end.. It was always rainin. It filled him up It summed it up So perfectly How nothing…

something i found on my pc that i never put bass to, never sorted out the clipping samples on, and that I now no longer have in any form bar this file. shame

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…