The track is looped and works well on repeat if downloaded. ---- Kus mina nüüd olen? = Where am I now?

Se olet sinä, taloni.

A bit of fun I blame on Greg Connor, but thanks Greg for the first two lines.

The Brood have gone visiting and i have sometime so i've been busy as you may have noticed ....so heres a ad-libber with the £16 special....i always write miserable songs when i'm happy the happy ones come when i'm depressed....i'm normally quite…

In the year 2000 I had my little girl visit me every other weekend. This song was written then and is sung from a child's needs perspective, keeping the bonds of love between daughter and father alive. It is sad, and hopeful, and explores the…

working out a few ideas for my RPM2012 album. A Couple of em might make it up here before I really begin working on it in february :)

Act 1 Scene 2 The Long Walk Home - where Fool is walking home from the disco, he debates the world around him as he's walking and dancing to music on his mp3 player then he takes shelter from the rain in a haunted house and meets a ghost, he…

Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Old Country Songs Wooden Chair by the window Gibson on my lap And the time I spend strumming Is never coming back The sun is shining on me Evening won’t be long I’m living in the city Singing…

Ok, now this really is a tongue in cheek song. But, is it just me, or... are all politicians just a waste of space or just Rich & Sad. With no Life !!!

A mashup with Roger Sundström Keyboards, Soundscapes, Objects Steve Layton (A Single Cloud in the Sky) Peter Thörn (Solid Greys x4) Richard Sanderson (Altocumulus for melodeon) Steve Moyes (Cloudless Blue) for ImprovFriday 2012-01-28

Live at The Eagle's Club Taylorville IL

This is the greatest song ever written about former Flyers goaltender, Bernie Parent's Yacht.

Live at The Eagle's Club Taylorville IL

Live at The Eagle's Club Taylorville IL

Live at The Eagle's Club Taylorville IL Lyrics: Sea of dust is where I spend my time On a ship that sailed by powers of the mind Neath the light of the crimson sun Up and down the coast of the Forked Tongue Stories and tales they echo…