This is about making friends with yourself.. then taking yourself back to yours

Tell me can you teach me bout your finely written poetry Dont care about the content I just want to make em notice me Such a fine hand they'd say wooo, study it closely Been practicing all day I think I'm ready least I aughta be. Caligraphy…

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…

RPM 2011 number 2. Inspired by an ex-friend of mine who had the most dazzling rose tinted glasses. Always used to envy the simplicity of his view and how nothing could ever get to him (everything gets to me).. since i knew him I know a lot of…

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…

A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie.. Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones. Not a million miles away from a man you might have known. A miner in the twenties, blue scars…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

a new song I'm working on ... recorded on an iphone ... lyrics below ... enjoy (or cry your eyes out ...) ... love to hear what you think. It's been a year, four months and a day Since that time you slipped away Disappeared right out of…

a new song I'm working on ... recorded on an iphone ... lyrics below ... enjoy (or cry your eyes out ...) ... love to hear what you think. It's been a year, four months and a day Since that time you slipped away Disappeared right out of…

In the beginning there was man alone Then came the angles, humming to a song Which took the form of a chain and a stone So man learned to walk, with his feet pressed to the floor He drew fire from the skies and smoked the leaves But then…