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…

You don't know wether you should be killin' me

Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.

David DeSoto is on the upright bass fiddle.

This one's for that little black and tan, Nahannah. Lyrics: I said nahnay nahnay nahnay hey how'd you get so good how'd you get so good I said nahnay nahnay nahnay hey how'd you get so good how'd you get so good first thing this…

Again i'd love some feedback I like the feel and the mix do the lyrics work? recorded t'night in an hour after trying all day to get the verse lyrics rammed into another tune

We play even number of games of backgammon and sometimes it ends in a...

I keep writing songs about communism, for some reason. I thought it was slightly amusing to discover that Mashino actually IS an industrial town. Sounds like "Machine". Get it? Get it??

A rocking blues song about walking away from it all. The sax is from my GR-20 guitar synth. A few smoking guitar solos for fun.

My latest song, sorta Blues-rock song.