Lyrics: Slow days start to shape my mind into a feedback of negative thoughts that undermine my efforts to get rid of impatience wasting all my time

Lyrics: A lazy hound lying on the couch sleeping the day away The sunlight comes pushing through the curtains warming the old dog's face The savory smell from a wood burning stove holds you while you awake Brew some tea while others emerge…

"Choices" by Nikki Giovanni If I can't do what I want to do then my job is to not do what I don't want to do It's not the same thing but it's the best I can do If I can't have what I want... then my job is to want what I've got…

Lyrics: Pass me a handle of that old time tennessee It's been a while since I've seen the devil It's a common mistake to think that I'm a sweet and gentle soul but give me a chance to change your mind Cause you have never seen me like…

Here the idea was that I was going to write from the viewpoint of someone who is paralyzed from the neck down and can through technology only watch other peoples life but not participate. It turned out a bit more general and ambiguous than that.

The Dutch painter Mondrian was apparantly a fervent dancer to Boogie Woogie and that image stuck because he seems such a stiff guy otherwise. So I thought that would make a funny subject for a dance-tune. Normally I wouldn't make a song about…

The first casualty of my severe lyric-crisis this year. Could have been a good song. Is an OK-ish instrumental now.

The most ambitious tune; about a singer that starts out in the late sixties and ends up in the oldies-circuit doing his last big hit from 1982 three times a night.The vocal is a bit low in the mix. I might upload a special mp3-mix for Alonetone…

Another one without lyrics. The title was my workingtitle. And I just thought it was a funny title (I think Rage Against the Machine is kind of silly) I quite like some of the sounds on this one (it's a Poly 800 through an Electro Harmonix Big…

Trying out a Carol Kaye-inspired bassline here (not completely succesfull; gotta work on my timing some more) and again didn't manage to come up with lyrics. Espresso Martini is a really nice cocktail with coffee you can get at the club/bar where…

This started sounding quite Nick Caveish and at the same time I wanted to do something with Joe Meek; so it's a murderballad-variation on Johnny Remember me. There's stylophone and theremin in there. The theremin is quite effective at some points…

Another attempt at a Carol Kaye-bassline, slightly more succesfull. I quite like how this turned out although it's kinda slick and not something I could really use in another context (it just sounds like I didn't make it myself which I quite like…

My Clique-contribution with some added ambientsound recorded from my window. This is partly the traditional filler-track but I quite like the ambientsound. If I do a record next year (I probably won't) it will most likely be just 35 minutes of…

I started this one at the end of januari in preperation for RPM. I added lyrics and vocals in february. So it's kind of a bonustrack. Just another throwaway popsong with the awesome stylophone in full effect.

Song about a girlfriend who's a nymphomaniac and feels forgiven when shes horny but as soon as she cools down reality kicks in.

song about my favorite things, my guitar and my girlfriend.

Song about a guy who is the other man in a woman's affair.

Imagine the whole world was like the movies of the 1930's, Black and White.

Song about a guy that feels he's more bad than good for his relationship.

everyone thinks a lullaby is a soft song for children. Not anymore.

song about a man in love with a prostitute

just a pop rock song

Song about breaking out of jail

in my head i am wondering in the desert and the night sky is so full of pregnant stars the world outside is so fertile and i feel so fertile too i know in my heart you are fertile too i feel so far from home now i feel so far from…

when i was 18 i took in a runaway she crawled into my bed on the 7th day i played her music and i cooked her food i did everything i thought i should i let her sleep late and i paid her way then her dad showed up one day well she had grown…

three striped gum falls out of an old dresser drawer fills my head with memories from before causes me to close the door i feel rotten to the core three striped gum falls out of my pocket in the rain what would have happened if i played…

i saw the curtains changing color i watched the sun room come alive i have been sitting in this rocker wondering when you might arrive i am hoping for redemption cant stand the way i feel i know it is only passing through me rivers flood…

you tell me what you want you tell what you need i cant give you nothing honey but this pretty little seed where has the sun gone and is it gone forever will it come back someday should we just give it some time i ask you what…

dedicated to the late great John Martyn

A fantastical farcical Irish story-song. Broadway Irish.

This fulfills a stupid promise I made years ago to write a song that was part Dave Frishberg, part Richard Thompson.

It's based on a drawing a little girl drew (see also album cover).

You really want to get there, but you just can't find it, but the ride is entertaining. I'm rewriting the lyrics. It's not quite oblique enough, or so I'm told.

Derivative folky song (don't tell Paul I said that). He writes a lot about the inadequacy of words. But, if he thinks words are so damned inadequate, why does he keep writing them?

plundering beat with punctuated inserts

this one goes way ambient in the 2nd half, brian eno-ish, i wanted to experiment with doing a track with no drums

The Trinity and Humanity. An interview of Tim Chester by Andrew Cook for the radio programme, Serving Today. www.gbm.org.uk/radio.

The implications of the doctrine of the Trinity. An interview of Tim Chester by Andrew Cook for the radio programme, Serving Today. www.gbm.org.uk/radio.

reloaded this in 44.1 a pedal steel gtr improv

*"We all live in a little Village...your Village may be different from other people's Villages, but we are all prisoners." -* **_Patrick McGoohan_** Modern electronic guitar rock. One day you awaken in a different place Where the names…

*Dark modern electronic guitar rock* You can hear it just below the blowing wind Feel it in the nerves beneath your skin Catch a glimpse as you drift away at night But you can’t decode the meaning inside Distant shrieking sets your teeth…