Decided to finally upload this, warts and all.

Who's that knocking at the door It's the sand In the wind with the truth and more Seagull in the sky Soar like an Eagle Pray in sights Fly in to the sea Dive down deep You will find me Only then you rise Phoenix flys To golden hights…

Another late night session in a dark blue-ish cloud.

Reg has been up to his womanizing ways and has ended up dancing on his own. reg came up with another great funky tune and Reg had to jump all over again. Hope you Funk IT.........

This one's the single. It's fun to play and fun to sing when I was in the studio. It's meant to played loud. Actually, the whole album is. Thanks for listening! Cheers, Gary

I recorded this back in 2009, and shelved it because I wasn't sure I'd done the song justice. Here it is, mistakes and all. Written by Nick Drake.

Inspired by the musical style of the resident Hen I wrote and recorded this last year :)

(Remastered 22/10/2021) Now here's a bit of an oldie - the second song I ever wrote. In... 1978! I think I played it once, or maybe twice, at school assemblies. My musical peers and colleagues back then dismissed it as corny/rancid pop music…

A little ditty i recorded at the weekend and then sent off to the Mighty Two Regs to strut his stuff all over and man that boy can sing!!! Cheers Reg,your a star!!!

#RPM Challenge 2013# I was standing behind an elderly couple in the grocery store checkout line last week. The cashier told them that someone had donated $100 toward their groceries. $100 had already been paid toward their $121 grocery…

For the Astro Mutt himself. Inspired by our dog Bear.

The results of another weekend amusing myself

OK peeps here's my slice of Cherry Pie,cheers Greg enjoy!

Written for: Sing Me A Story http://singmeastory.org/ ____________________________________ *World Of Art* was written specifically for *Victoria's Story* http://singmeastory.org/stories/victoria-s-story The world of art Design and color Leaves…

Easter Sunday,, soft bubbly white clouds float across a pale blue sky,, above a green green field, filled with rows of those who have passed away,,, my mother and father lie in one such.... fresh flowers, quiet, and sometimes not so, words drift…