This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes. This song is a John Cooper Clarke cover.

Recorded on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

This is our first album, a collection of work recorded between 1987 and 1994 in our home studio. We released it independently on cassettes.

https://fawm.org/songs/321831 everything I do for FAWM 2026 is to be made on my phone, listening only with its built-in mono speaker ~ So?ing Machine - "Transtapuence" for the first weekly challenge, Made-Up Words. "transtapuence…

Some songs should never be covered. Especially by a man....

Grandpa wore a red bandana Said the dust would wash away Rock dust settled in the kitchen Supper bought on miner’s pay Daddy swore the mountain’s mercy Was a blessing, not a debt Said a man earns what he’s given It’s a coal town, don’t…

Roar of Redemption Chorus: Let us lift our praise, for we are the sons of a mighty Warrior, Who bore the Cross to save our souls and crown us with new life. Let us raise His Name, for we are the children of the Warrior— The Way, the Truth…

A night hawk sings. A church bell rings. Echoes flood the night. A stillness tides past the languids of the park. Then you shuffle by. Beneath your mack, though there is no rain, your eyes catch mine for a while. You stop, I suppose to see…

I seem to gravitate to writing songs about trains. Hopefully those into trains will like this. Just me keeping it simple.

Cover by Corné (Amsterdam, vocal) and JP(France, instruments)

song #7 for RPM '26