Part 2 - Courtroom and Sentencing. Courtroom. In which Angela cross examines the accused and his accomplice. Sentencing. In which Judgement is passed. Call the first witness Make you take the stand Raise up your right hand…

Part 3 - Appeal and Backstory (reprise) Appeal. In which Johnny puts his side of the story. Backstory (reprise) In which Julia re-appears and more evidence is revealed. Yours is The body in the bath That keeps me overflowing…

Standing, waiting, shivering, waiting, hoping, waiting, crying - all the while being cruelly mocked by the passage of time, and my analogue watch. It was not a very nice night. Peter Fedofsky plays the piano on this song. If you could…

Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…

A silly song questioning the value of using songs to get a message across. Just say 'sorry' - don't write me an opera about it. Incidentally the note choices in this song really did hurt me. New lies Written like you cared for me A…

Low-frills bass and piano piece. Not my usual fare (whatever that is), but still fun to create.

Bit of a waltz. Everything I know about dancing I learned from watching. This is my piano debut. Bethan deserves some of the blame for this one somehow. Thanks.

Just a short reprise of the first song on this years RPM album. Something to tie it all off so it doesn't keep bleeding.

Written, more or less, after sitting in a car for four hours, after attending Laurie's Last.

The turning point for my RPM Challenge recordings this year - I'd planned out a bunch of songs to record with just vocals and an acoustic. After several of these sketches presented themselves to my brain, I threw the old plan out.

There are several theories concerning the extinction of Neanderthal humans 30,000 years ago. I am struck by the replacement of skilled hunters by aggressive agriculturists -- we're pretty much Cain, aren't we?

Lyrics by Brian Damage of Domestic Science.

This is a haiku -- there is no deeper meaning. We're only counting.

Anyone read Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr - my daughter lent it to me - teenage Faery novel about addiction - pretty creepy at times. This is the one act musical version. I wanted a 'deranged in our neighbourhood' kind of feel to it.

An old Blues - you coming or staying?