The fourth track off of the Spiral Scratch EP

Cover of the Turuin Brakes song from their Otimist LP

Another with the £16 special............. My baby, she don't want me (Lyrics) My baby, she don't want me, i don't know what to do i need her, i believed her she was hollow and untrue My baby, she don't want me, i don't know what to do i need…

Another story song with some finger-picking. Written by Rog Hildreth, from an EP recorded in 2006.

The new one's almost done, but as this site hates Windows, got to delete and upload songs to move them up !!! Blame the Grandson for this one. Toby asked 'what's that' A Electric guitar, said I, hadn't played it for years, out popped this, bless…

Hazy Memories, with voices and context. (I've had a lot of surgery; none of it cosmetic, I might add!) Thanks Dr Jip! Enjoy xox

I was listening this morning to Henwrench's Row the boat and it got me thinking and got the £16 special out and doodled about and here it is........

Here we go. This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining... If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough... Lollies, chips, and beer…

I boarded up windows, Fixed the cracks on my sills And I, bought a new pair of scissors, Cut away scattered seams,' so it seems I took a vacation, Away from the dark creaks, floor boards in my eyes And it's been a long, been a long, been…

RELINQUISHED (DEATH IS A LOATHSOME BLESSING) IF YOU THINK YOUR EXEMPT/ FROM ITS GATES KNOW IN LIFE WE SHARE A/ COMMON FATE DEATH SPARES NO MAN /HIS COMING DATE YOU BLEED BLOOD RED AS/ WE THE SAME WE LIVE WE LEARN / TILL OUR SUN HAS SET…

This is my first song ever. An original production with the collaboration Mr Joe Funktastic. My soundcloud: http://soundcloud.com/papigalaxy Enjoy

Vultures Are there vultures encircling you, again? My friend they're coming for us all, in the end. No half truth mother's lies or litany's the mangle, tortured, atrophied the beautiful strangeness of alone. Are the vultures encircling…

One for the Musical i think a gin soaked Tramp semiconscious laying collapse on his back…………………… He wants to fly (Lyrics) The nights memories Fade when he lies Looking up to a polka dotted sky Falling backwards into a gin Soaked to the skin…

Warning: Crude (by today's standards) Synthesizer (Amiga MED module, ca 1992) Science fiction. It's a genre, isn't it? Yes, but for *writing*, not music, muttonhead! So say the squares. To which I say: bah! The title is either a typo for or…