Don't shiver when it's cold outside Don't confuse a sense of place with pride We're first to see by the dawn's early light From the desk of Mr. Hortense Binette Change the stationary header make it say "We're all connected by the radio…

in the restless night you can hear the stars go by it's only in my mind but we're running out of light you say you know just who i am, but i don't think you're right i'm not sure what you're thinking of i'm so tired of the la di da di…

moving back and forth doesn't have to take very much force oh but standing up straight, it does crowding doesn't count much when you are trying to limb out can we get down to the roots of us small connections can be found buried deep beneath…

when i was telling all the other kids i was 13 the hotel has a pool, it has a couple of vending machines with all my story telling done, i went home to mow the lawn i fell under the blades and now my summer dreams are gone that's just one…

spoon full of sugar in the mouth far too sweet had to spit it out now by bitterness replace a winterfresh, peppermint taste it still lingers on your breath on your lips, the kiss of death so have another piece of cake wash it down with…

A taste of my own medicine's still medicine I suppose So why do I still feel so gross? Just below the canopy You see the forest through the trees Why can't I be taller than these? Your lying lips make myths Lying lips make myths You…

I'm an honest man and it's the truth that I'm chasing But the truth is that the lies are an easier catch Rise up early in the morning Shovel in hand and I'm breaking my back to clear a path Here comes the plow again Finally found some…

Hey, can I see the little treasure that you found? Tell me where did you find it, was it lying on the ground? Well this treasure that I found was just lying on the ground Out in the pouring rain Tell me, from me to you, what's it going to…

**Song-writing Demo for FAWM 2025** Song number 06 Written 9-11th Feb Demo recorded 15th Feb **** You know how Jane-ites (Jane Austen fans) ask "What would Jane do?" for life guidance...? Well, when it came to write this, I asked myself…

It all started with a tinkle on the ivories Blue eyed boy some say you’ve got it The gift of the gab The harmonious Tounge That can sing a love song With all the good intentions gone Somewhere some blue eyed boy weeps all…