Remember the cul-de-sac nights cold beer, a cigarette to share the creak of our old porch swing smoke curled like chinese dragons in the air Chorus The porch light flickers, But it’s not lit for me anymore. I know there’s nothing waiting…

Here is my try at a good old fashioned protest song. I tried to imagine I was writing in the sixties, and CSNY, Buffalo Springfield and Creedence were everywhere on the radio. I used a website called Audimee to generate the call and response…

Reg had some terrible news that would break any man ...... How it rains down on me In the early morning of the 14th April Two days before the rain Took the smile from my face to turn it to pain Taking my smile from my face…

Reg has that Micky Fynn feeling as he leaves the pub to walk home alone ......i had to add some lyrics to the doodle walking home from the pub alone Strangers are skulking talking and laughing Behind the open glass…

This is the last one. Letting go is not something I am good at, but this is the last one. -- You could feel your mother and your father scold, But you only regret what you fail to behold. After all, it was a once in a lifetime scene…

A loving ballad for loving lovers everywhere of all sexy ages.

Reg has that Micky Fynn feeling as he leaves the pub to walk home alone ......i had to add some lyrics to the doodle walking home from the pub alone Strangers are skulking talking and laughing Behind the open glass…

I'm sure you know the feeling ......... That feeling of feeling flat Its the day after Christmas That feeling of feeling flat Nothing to be excited for or needing All the fun has been had Theres nothing more to come…

with Rek inside the Serra Vortex Sculpture at the Fort Worth MOMA Rek: didjeridoo, percussion Kavin.: guitar, loops, percussion

A loving ballad for loving lovers everywhere of all sexy ages.