It's bad for your teeth.

For my darling Tina

Does what it says on the label.

This is for my stepdaughter Ruby (she'll be horribly embarrassed that I've named her here, but that's my job). Also good for anyone who's just had a romantic letdown.

Lyrics are 90% nonsense, as is most bad poetry, as demonstrated here.

A fictional account of a game of scrabble.

Hope for everyone that's lost a loved one, hope for the future.

Hope. Think. Relax. Boogie.

You're weird.

Harmonious mayhem. Embrace it.

This is an external expression of whats in my head.

Filler. Ideas stolen from Futurama and the amazing Answer Me This podcast. Nothing to see here, move along please.

I constantly need to remind myself that music doesn't need to be frantic, so I wrote a song about it, and ignored my own advice.

I wrote this in 2001, and wasn't a good enough player to create a releasable version. After 13 years and many abandoned attempts, I finally got it onto tape the way I yearned for it to sound all those years ago. This has been my Everest, and I…

Part one of a little love story.

Drum solos in five-four. Yep.

Part two of a little love story.

This is for my darling Tina, the most loving, caring, and beautiful woman I could've found.

Lyrics by Steve Trinder and Geoff Cox