The only song I've ever had published, by DENNIS MORGAN MUSIC, Nashville TN.

Sitting on a bar stool thinking about Jane I wonder if she still remembers my name It’s been a long time as you might guess Last time I saw her it was quite a mess She called me names and made it clear She blew me a kiss in the rear view…

Memories hurt.

Written by my alter ego!

From a brief set performed at St Mary's Church, Ross-on-Wye, 21 January 2024

Inspired by a gift from my Cousin Danita, a bird whistle. ___________________________________ I open my eyes to the first morning’s light The Birds sing outside my window And the stars are all gone from the previous night They…

...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…

I remember years ago there was a book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Though I loved motorcycles I never really saw a spiritual connection and didn't read it. As I've gotten older, though, I realize there is a lot more to the lifestyle…

Another that came very quickly while having a tinkle on the ivory's . Console me I don’t know what to say to console me I don’t know if I can The words that were said have now been opened There out in the air There out in the air Sticks…

collaboration between Eric Shurley and myself. Eric Shurley is on distorted guitars. check him out on reverbnation under "ketosis" or "ketos"

My first attempt at a whammy-bar blues rock style instrumental tune.

Part instrumental composition and part vocal lyric song. A testimony to survival in the modern world.

2021 RPM Challenge

Hold my hand get through this I dissect your iris And behind the lens there is an omen Here I thought I knew you But I’m stuck on preview You were hiding in my peripheral vision In my dreams, reaching forward, falling backward, out my…

Lost half of my castle, we dug the moat, we built the walls But the waves don’t care, they’re busy shushing us senseless It’s a wonder, forever building here in the sand How the universe don’t care The pen to the page, part and parcel…