New original from me, hot off the old wotsit. When it was half written yesterday, I was considering binning it as a throwaway exercise - I do that quite often. But I played the songwriting demo to someone else and, er, apparently I should finish…

So I was locked in the broom-cupboard, checking out some old songs that need recording. I'd just picked one and then suddenly this thing came out of nowehere. It started with one of those guitarist doodles that other musicians love so much…

I am not sure anyone will like this track but me, but I think I did a decent songwriting job here. Lyrics: 16 hours a day upon my seat Never walk a step I’m feelin beat Temp me with a little food Put me in a better mood Waiting for another…

So I was locked in the broom-cupboard, checking out some old songs that need recording. I'd just picked one and then suddenly this thing came out of nowehere. It started with one of those guitarist doodles that other musicians love so much…

A new one... I wrote it on 5th February, and managed to record it in less than a month (a head-cold and lack of hearing in one ear slowed the last lap somewhat). But seeing as the last one took over 8 months, I think I'm already ahead for…

Hitched a ride on an unmarked starship.

Not an overall bad recording, and I’m quite pleased with the lyrics of this Psychedelic Folk tune. FUTURE BOUND Should I take the left or should I pass it by zoom? Lost my faith in maps, so how will I decide zoom? Spirits crying to be…

Psych Folk – This was Danville Dan’s favorite GEM tune, and I knew it would be when I wrote it. SILVER CITY Wish I were in Silver City Somewhere in New Mexico Where I would eat all the pine nuts And where I’d go panning for gold…

Clearly one of my poorer recordings. In the Dark Want to want me, try to taunt me Keep me quiet, keep me in the dark Like to hit me, try to get me Figure out me when I’m in the dark Will alert me, would convert me Witness to me how…

ADAM’S PLAGUE And those not killed by Adam’s Plague Repented not the work at hand Their search for truth was strangely vague They spread their lies across the land They clung to things of stone and wood Which cannot see nor hear…