No im not happy and no im not sad, no im not good but i know im not bad. No i wont go there, but no i wont stay, no im not straight but no im not gay, no need to tell me i know im not right, no happy endings and no end in sight. I got no way of…

Are you in touch with your past? Do you remember before? Are you scared of this world? Are there locks on your door? Is there anyone here, who can prove that they are? Are we anywhere near To having too far x2 Are we anywhere near? Are you…

Another song that didn't get recorded in February

I'm experimenting. You can probably tell. A track from the Raw Tape project that would have been RPM 2013 if I'd had chance to record it in February!

When you walk away, don't talk that way Imagine the words you say May be your last. And if you're angry please don't leave Just think how near may be the end. Why must you hold your silly grudges and revel in your woe You always had a talent…

Requires work. Would be the first thing to say.. not least the bloody clipping. Just wanted to post something to prove im not dead. The song is inspired by my counselor kindly allowing me to leave my guilt with her last time i saw her. i told…

This is a song inspired by the town i grew up in, and where I still live. Its a nod to the comfort I've enjoyed from being surrounded by the mountains of the Caerphilly basin. The verse lyrics acknowledge how little we tend to go to the places…

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…

RPM 2022. I finished a song.. does that count? Well the early bird Catches the worm Eats it up And shits it out Onto the lawn And into the dirt Where the worms crawl And use the soil to form To be eaten once more By the early birds…

RPM 2022. I finished a song.. does that count? Well the early bird Catches the worm Eats it up And shits it out Onto the lawn And into the dirt Where the worms crawl And use the soil to form To be eaten once more By the early birds…