Music & Vocals by Holger Bremer Lyrics: Johnny Ace Williams Arranged & mixed by Steffen Offermann ====================================== This song was written and performed by Holger Bremer. My only role in it was the mix and master…

This is one of 6 versions of this song. Vocals: George Williams Lyrics: Paul Dempsey Drums: Todd Vierra Bass: Andy Gupta Guitars: Bill Gifford Composed by Steffen Offermann & George Williams Mix & Master: Steffen Offermann

This is the same as version A, but with Marcel at the drums. Vocals: George Williams Lyrics: Paul Dempsey Drums: Marcel Hoeker Bass: Andy Gupta Guitars: Bill Gifford Composed by Steffen Offermann & George Williams Mix & Master: Steffen…

This version has a different lead melody by Mark, based on the same bedtrack (with some minor modifications) as George's version. Again with Todd drumming. Vocals: Mark A. Shrider Lyrics: Paul Dempsey Drums: Todd Vierra Bass: Andy Gupta Guitars…

And finally a version with Mark's vocals and Marcel banging on the drums. There are two more versions, both with sampled drums - I won't post those as I think the natural drums give the song a lot more authenticity. Vocals: Mark A. Shrider Lyrics…

Alone for the weekend so here's another.....Reg has really got to stop being a peeping Tom he's going to get caught one of these days....... I Love her (Lyrics) she wanders about inside my mind sending me crazy from time to time but i love…

Another with the £16 special............. My baby, she don't want me (Lyrics) My baby, she don't want me, i don't know what to do i need her, i believed her she was hollow and untrue My baby, she don't want me, i don't know what to do i need…

(this track's a bit hot, mind it doesn't hurt your ears, please) So many reasons for sorrow. One sees from within sorrow, and sees only sorrow. But we must look awry at these weeping walls, these streaking-blind windows: they are of our own…

Well there's one kind favour I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean Well there's two white horses in a line Carryin' me to my buryin' ground Dig my grave with a silver spade And lower me down with a golden chain If you ever…

Well it seems your quill is alone rather a lot, of late. The silver lining - and surely it has to be a trick of the light, that shimmer on things, redoubtably more mercurial than arg-arg-argentic - is time freely spend a-practicin', and even the…