Just a funky song about the world, economy, what we want, what we have.

This little ragtime number began life as just a snippet, written as background music for a home movie years ago. For the hard core ragtime buffs, I know this is not quite syncopated enough to be true ragtime, but hopefully its fun and bouncy…

Gonna do this just one more time.

Imagine that you are that lump of enchanted wood on the workbench.... and instead of Pinocchio you can be anything... maybe even a stratavarious... thanx to my friend Dave Edwards for the real violin trax

You've got the buttons that are made out of my bones You've got the ghost of me that still can stitch them on And ev'ry time you close your vest you will hold me near But that's as close as I'll ever get to you my dear, I fear Up in…

A coin tossed... As usual, served best with headphones Enjoy!

Found an old one, guess I posted it on my other account, but can't access that one, forgotten password syndrome ..........

She died...poor Judy Cool

Florance! Il Duomo one of the many many great architectural wonders of Italy,, Filippo Brunelleschi creates one of the most beautiful Domed churches of all time in 1471, and it's still there today to marvel at,,,also i had my first gelato there…

Shane Cadman-bass Paul Muller-synth Kavin.-guitar

Just letting out my frustration at 'people' in general again.. nice to be able to vent it in a more pleasant way (for those interested in how I used to do it, please see http://alonetone.com/boynamedsu) :) Lo and behold now holy guacamole if…

Harmonica by Dr. K -------------------------------------------------- Paper hearts in your window paper hearts on your door Paper hearts ripped in pieces And Strewn across the floor but who am I to question The intentions of old…

This is a song i always wanted to have a go at and it wasn't until Johnny let me have a go on his representation of it i got my chance. Thanks Johnny for letting me have a go, may you rest in peace............

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Forgive me, Grace!

Live at Feed Your Head. A full-on jam with the drummers.

Fresh breeze on Lake Superior And waves collide with the shore The sailor must be watching For gusting wind we can’t ignore Loose the main, correct the healing Point the bow to the wind Recognize the peaceful feeling In this sacred…