Shinning emptyness of missing.

Written with a buddy of mine Chris Clark in 1991. Initially he had a great guitar part and a harmony vocals part that was better than what I did here. This was recorded @ Halvorsound all parts performed by Hook.

I wonder what they do under a placid, golden moon without the worry of today's who's who

The Sailor gets a part time job in late-nite data entry-ing now that the offworld fishing industry is on the fritz... how could I ever leave my poor little scuttlebug so careless and free, she's my little scuttlebug when the lights turning…

Well, it IS! lyrics for my Italian friends: We're gonna be there in your wake mending the seams when they start to break make you do what you said that you would and other words that rhyme with good once so close why let it go, baby…

She hangs a little garden so everyone can fit in her yard when it's time to take tea fills it up when they're walking about they really knew how to twist and shout and they're always going back that way again rents a flat with his sister…

stared out feet of glass they told me to forget I looked outside for offering and I still haven't lost you yet and I still haven't lost you yet...

I hope he likes funk. 4/4 200bpm

Too Many Years It's been too many years since I've seen you But sometimes that face appears before me I still don't understand what went on I refuse to believe that you could possibly really hate me And of the people that I have known You remain…