It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie.. Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones. Not a million miles away from a man you might have known. A miner in the twenties, blue scars…

Folky instrumental for RPM :)

This one is about how falling in love kind of involves giving up any say in whether or not your heart gets trampled. It's about that fear. Gary doing a sterling job as usual on lead guitar.. She's amazing Beauty holds no bounds and her voice…

Have no idea where this one came from. I was strumming away and the words just came out. Seems to be about some kind of wrongdoing in the past. May have been possessed. Thanks again to Gary for helping out on lead.. In sleepy towns through…

Dark little piece of something that ended up working out nicely as a prelude to moderately sinister 'No Words'

Admital - the main guitar part for this was written and recorded for last RPM (shock horror!)but I had to give up on it when the file corrupted. Managed to salvage the audio though so rebuilt it around that. This year I managed to mix down just…

If at a want for lyrics, why not start reading the labels of the objects around you... Thanks to Mike Brown for providing the slide parts. Meet my old time friend He is the seventh branded man Jack x2 And back in Tennessee He was the…