TRUE STORY Here comes Ernest he say how you want your eggs Don’t matter what you say to me, don’t care how much you beg This here is my damn place and you are just a passing through You’re lucky just to be alive cause I don’t care about…

Acoustic live looping improv, through the DL4..DADGBD tuning with a banjo capo 3rd fret under the neck.

composed,produced and performed by : Dr.Ashes

The Disciple’s Song / Written as for Trinity Theological College We pledge allegiance to Lord God Almighty With all our hearts for all eternity and now As we stand on this…

First attempt at trying out Ozone 5 for mastering. Stuff used: EZdrummer dfh Superior Drummer 2.0 Amplitube 3 custom shop Overloud TH2 EZMix

THINKING An instrumental... © 2013 Royal T Music

After a mental clinic

I wrote this song for my beloved doughter. Lyrics: Eva written 28-1-13 by Inge Fairy, you’re a fairy and very very pretty I call you Coockie, you are my coockie cause you were born to eat Choosing your right hand as your best friend You…

RPM 2013 feat. Gary Fox instrumentation quiet down now, world bring the lights down, world we're going to paint a little pitch black moment hush those city lights those neon lullabies we're off and dreaming with our eyes wide open…

This song was written by Ken Adams, drummer for The High Fidelics.

This song was written by Edwin Cleverdon, guitarist for The High Fidelics.

kind of a joke about comparing people to celestial objects. but also kind of serious.

Rough, hoping to have time to rerecord elements (especially vocals) before the end of the month.

Song about the UK dance culture, from a sceptics perspective. For Carl. who loves this shit.

One of my oldest recordings...

This is a song I wrote with a heavy heart following the Columbine shooting. At the time I felt that the timing just wasn’t right to put it out there. I am not one to shove religion down anyone’s throat. Personally, I feel the true spiritual journey…

I went over to Reg's place the other day and he sort of scared me. He was out on his deck, pitching butts and spilling gin that he couldn't afford. He was a mess and had a crazed look in his eyes. I could tell he was ruminating again about…

:) WILL I RAM 2012