In the morning, when we awoke, there was nothing. There were no ashes from the fires of the previous evening. The time for decisions was past. "Yes" was the answer to all questions; and none was the knowledge retained. Wisdom laughs at such folly…

Track sixteen from the album "Civilisation".

solo piano recorded on an h4. winter in america, so the piano goes out of tune quickly.

Taken from our "Majikal Moose Moustache Musique" album

booba

song about a man in love with a prostitute

Inspired by Tess' little Morwenna and my (getting bigger) Jessica. Writing back and forth with Bethan, I came to realize that a song needed to be written about the significance of the statements that so often come from the mouths of babes…

turned on but muted the light, the camera, the suicide what drove you to the rafters? wrist cut your dreams wrist cut your dreams a ghost who had it all, so it seemed friends with the talking heads the blond on the weather channel held your…