Ik heb de kalender op stil gezet Een cirkel om gisteren Met potlood, zacht Klaar voor de nieuwe dag Dezelfde stoep Dezelfde scheur in het asfalt Ik stap er elke dag naast Alsof het zo hoort Verspil geen jaar meer Aan het oefenen van…

De seconde die bleef hangen De tijd loopt hard als hij denkt dat ik kijk maar zodra ik knipper gaat hij zitten op de rand van de tafel De koffie wordt koud nog voordat hij warm was ik zet hem weg voor later later zegt: “misschien…

Wij stonden stil alsof de straat dat van ons vroeg jij telde barsten in de stoep ik vergat mijn eigen naam Er reed een tram door je zin en je lachte alsof dat hoorde bij het plan dat we nooit hadden gemaakt Je zei: “Blijf nog even…

Reg can be a callous bastard sometimes ...... What you don't know ain't gonna hurt you Now you know I’m not gonna tell you honestly About the dreams in my life that never came true The love of my life that cut me in two About the…

Remember the cul-de-sac nights cold beer, a cigarette to share the creak of our old porch swing smoke curled like chinese dragons in the air Chorus The porch light flickers, But it’s not lit for me anymore. I know there’s nothing waiting…

Here is my try at a good old fashioned protest song. I tried to imagine I was writing in the sixties, and CSNY, Buffalo Springfield and Creedence were everywhere on the radio. I used a website called Audimee to generate the call and response…

This track started sounding very rural so I added some acoustic slide-guitar that turned out quite nice, with lyrics about being in the area I grew up in again.

Channeling my inner Rod Temperton I came up with a track and then thought it might be a good idea to try out some headvoice singing, then I came up with a Michael Jackson-inspired lyric about the dangers of trying to become something you're not…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

Reg had some terrible news that would break any man ...... How it rains down on me In the early morning of the 14th April Two days before the rain Took the smile from my face to turn it to pain Taking my smile from my face…

Having fun with guitars.

Cover of the 1972 song "My Friend the Sun" by the British band Family. Music by 64Guitars. Vocals by Oldrottenhead.

A champ from trench with another hit single that represent his background he's original name are Bankole Koyuum olarewaju from Nigeria Lagos ajegunle to be precise . This song is relating and deep within the street