In space there is no south, in space there is no north, in space there is no west, in space there is no east.

There's another plane that I'll ride and only I know where I'm going and without reason I can't think and your lies won't let me sleep. This early morning sunshine gets sucked into the wall where perhaps we might draw from it when we are…

This tune came to me while I was in art class. I love art, but I hate art class. School sucks

This song is about one of the Prood girls, who is a school teacher ….special THANK YOU to Colleen Dillon for her endless support and encouragement. Lyrics… As the shadows stretch across your dark and lonely room and your record player fails…

If you find this, please take a listen to the version posted on this site by Andrew Russe from 2012. Stunning. Goosebumps. His one-man-one-guitar interpretation is now the definitive version of this song for me. So this isn't just a Procol…

What do you call guys like us, who are from the USA? USA-guys? Why, we’re USAnian of course.

A song about Cindy punching Steve in the face because he probably deserved it.

For the last couple of months on and off I've been clearing up 30 Acres of old wire entwined with twigs barbwire and other shite and haven't had the time or the energy to play guitar at the end of the day. It certainly taught me patience doing…

another doodle before I'm of fishing