We're bored in lockdown again. I call out for collaboration and Joe Whibley pops out of the aether. And this is what happened. Joe did a fucking fantastic job with most of the work (playing all the instruments and a vocal), I just stuck in some…

(Remastered 22/10/2021) I wrote this one last September. Allison Jane Sixsmith 1965-2016. **** **Forever - A A J Russe** I can see you on your rocking horse now The one that turned around and kicked you in the teeth He thought…

This song's going on 32 years old... Some 12 years older than I was when I wrote it!! I borrowed the title from one of my favourite madrigals, The Silver Swan by Orlando Gibbons: "The silver swan who living hath no note, when death approached…

(Remastered 22/10/2021) I wasn't even sure the recording machine was still going to work after nearly five years... Certainly, bits of me don't work anymore... But, surprisingly, I got this done in 24 hours, start to finish... Strange old world…

I have never written a song about the RPM Challenge itself, until now. Have we really been here for 15 years? It needed to be fun, it needed to be a great dance number. I had the gtr riff, and realized it would be even better as a horn line. The…

I’ve been trailing yarn for days, Ahead of what may come, dismay. Soot, and ash, and bone- Gnarled and undone. I’ve been railing stone for change, Two cents - task on the brain. Root, and clothes, and thrones- Ravaged and unloved…

We were born in the salt and snow, A stones throw, from a stone throw. Born to wanderlust and coal, But that rusted junk will never turn. Just thought you should know. Just thought you should go. Back the fire in your heart, Cause…

I sleep, at the bottom of the sea, The waves crash, the fish pass, and I still won't hear a thing. Cause you drink, way too much again, You're alone, you're home. Hide your hands, hide your…

Are you scared to wake up? In the same place you laid your head. You scribble on your make up, To pretend your face's not dead. And I know, Yes I know. The opposition shows. Are you afraid to take up? Memoirs of your past. You hang…

The trees are shaking, from your insolence. They stagger, choking, their breath on the wind. It makes me question, it makes me recant. Where have we been, and where have we gone. When's the point when we say all is lost. Is lost. Swimming…