something i wrote for my worst half. who happens to be my better one..

Psychedelic Folk. Ever meet that special someone in a laundromat? Ever do it on top the dryer? Either way, you’re sure to dig this clean groove. Compilation by Stephen L. Krell and Gene Eric Mann.

Lyrics: You think you know what you’re talking about You get your way when you scream and shout Look all around, you’ll find someone to blame I’m just a pawn in your little game I thought you were special, that was my mistake You thought…

A bit too big but they let me slide! Thanks Alonetone!

Just another obscure saint. Not much known about him. Probably much more important and significant than any of us will ever realize. Oh, yeah, and then there is Saint Simon. Same thing for him. RIP Alex. 3 Congas, Vintage Bass Cocktail…

I’ll make my exit on the wind Nevermore to pretend That I’m fine Yeah, I’m good, so good At doin’ everything I should To convince you That I’m okay for today An’ I won’t crawl out of my skin I’ll just pretend Some days…

I keep pushing the pedal down and nothing is happening....

You don't know wether you should be killin' me

A new rock song. baby i wont take the blame for all the things you know i couldn't say twist and turn i go you're tearing at my soul just don't wanna fade away fade away And I…. don't wanna speak tonight and i…… don't wanna fight tonight…

Please also listen to the second part of this track, "John Capulator". This part represents first scenes of comics, John Capulator's appearing from the morning fog in a narrow alley, huge double chainsaw massacre near crowded underground station…

When my 'whole morning for recording' turned into 30 minutes, I did this. Beep beep; Driving all over the fucking road. Left right left right doesn't really matter. In n out of lanes in my mitsubishi colt Left right left right doesnt really…

2nd track recorded on my new Boss MicroBR-80 A quite happy track with a tad darker lyrics than the music would let on .....

from the album xChange performed by Alex Moody

The little brass clock only tells me that time is running out, nothing else it's not fair because it knows it all you know...................

A Gon Bops conga improvisation with a cross-over rhythm. No tan lines. 4/4 200bpm.

"Aww" they said. And I guess it was cute... I don't know... I don't what's cute I guess... anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, who am I? who am I... who am I... ?

Not all house's are full of joy at Christmas ......This wasn't actually our house CHRISTMAS TIME AT OUR HOUSE It was Christmas time at our house sat round the table waiting Waiting for our father to return from the pub where he‘d a been…