The song is about isolation and loneliness (implied abuse) and the conditions that could lead someone down the path to obsessive, destructive behavior: stalking, arson, and violence.

Lyrics: There’s a pound or two of flesh in my chest yet. It sits next to the bag that brings me my breath, yes. A knot of muscle that flex and flex and flexes, It’s okay—no rest (unless time requests it). In the bowl above my eyes a gelatinous…

Folky song about a mans life at sea. written a few years ago.

For some reason the first upload of this plays faster than it should, hopefully this will play at the correct speed, I will leave the other up as some people seem to like it

For some reason the first upload of this plays faster than it should, hopefully this will play at the correct speed, I will leave the other up as some people seem to like it

This is the finished version of Trance-Indental. the second half has come out very different to what I thought it would, but I like it. Give it time to build as it progresses.

A work in progress. I like singer songwriter ftuff but also like to play around with trance and the like. This has a way to go yet but maybe you could give a little feedback Thanks