billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…

billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…

I have found some old Tapes of Reg's Great Grandfather old Blind Melon Reg who emigrated back to Sheffield from the states in the early 40's to fight for king and country these are the lost tapes of him playing live at the cellar from way back…

I have found some old Tapes of Reg's Great Grandfather old Blind Melon Reg who emigrated back to Sheffield from the states in the early 40's to fight for king and country these are the lost tapes of him playing live at the cellar from way back…

Warming up on this friday evening and watching too much NOVA on PBS...

This is a song I wrote after a series events involving a vehicle accident that ultimately ended in my truck, my first vehicle ever, being impounded. Ultimately I ended up getting her out. It's a long story, and I wrote a lot of pieces of it into…

Red string of fate... Go look it up! ONE RED STRING One red string Forever tied Through everything I’ve ever tried You can always bring be back to life Just by coming ‘round There’s something magic in your eyes Or maybe something…