Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

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…

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…

First one for RPM 2011. This track has existed in my head to a greater or lesser extent for years but never got round to recording it. Now I have. :) It would never have ended if it had been down to me It would have blossomed, would have grown…

This is a song written for my daughter Rosa, who is 6 months old. It's about indoctrination, but by the look of her when I sing it, I'm not sure she gets it. Rosa darling Rosa Mae I need to tell you about their games Cos sad as it is they…

Having a bit of an identity crisis.. not sure what I'm doing musically at the moment and here's the proof. Now mixed a little better. I can't think of anything worth saying I can't think of any other way to say it I can't think of anything…