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…

This track started sounding very rural so I added some acoustic slide-guitar that turned out quite nice, with lyrics about being in the area I grew up in again.

Channeling my inner Rod Temperton I came up with a track and then thought it might be a good idea to try out some headvoice singing, then I came up with a Michael Jackson-inspired lyric about the dangers of trying to become something you're not…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

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…

Having fun with guitars.

Cover of the 1972 song "My Friend the Sun" by the British band Family. Music by 64Guitars. Vocals by Oldrottenhead.

A champ from trench with another hit single that represent his background he's original name are Bankole Koyuum olarewaju from Nigeria Lagos ajegunle to be precise . This song is relating and deep within the street

The truth is it’s useless to ponder it I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe? So biblical, to trivial to manifest No confidence, no eucharist for those like us And what do…