This tune has been knocking about in various forms for the last decade and I've never given it a name.

Written in 2002; played to death 2003-4; retired in 2005. Feels good to bring this one back from the dead.

this piece is a jam with a little bit of a mix and little edit.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. The cat is on the chair And I watch him as he stares The sky is changing fast I see the boats sail past And the winter's closing in I can feel the changes from within Tomorrow…

Trevor's vocal makes this tune shine on. The instrument work is me.

This originated as a poem sent to me by Rose Kampton, morning the loss of her father. I turned it into a prayer and put music to it. Then when Brook drowned it became something altogether else. (c) 1990 Royal T Muaic

Whispers for dark words in my subconscious The belief that reality doubles with your delusions A thought that a handshake was once considered currency Or a realization that man is the only predator you fear Radioactive soul Ain't got nothin…

Bad omens speak clearly in candlelight Still waters recede at night Is this a new ice age or just a weather change How can we tell who is right? Could this be 2012 or is it just the smell Might as well be the end I'm ready if your…