I did have another name for this song, but decided to call a spade and spade and name this song after what it really is.

I sang all of this song in a made up language. My daughter did backing vocals towards the end and came up with the only non-gibberish words in the song, which became the title.

I heard the track on Geas's RPM album and thought i would try to add a story to the instrumental...i then sent it over for Geas to mix so here it is... the wind did howled across the desolate plain it sang out it’s song in desperate pain…

I live in a a small town with a small river running through it, and down stream from the supper markets and the park are flood plains, covered in nettles and dog walkers trails. On one side of the river is an overgrown field of broken bottles…