The flutey sounds are actually the sound of a damp sponge wiped up the neck of a guitar, sampled and played back on a keyboard. Some real guitar appears towards the end of this piece.

Apologies to Cole Porter.

You don't know wether you should be killin' me

You coulda told me there was a stone in it

Elizabethan nonsense

And the frog knew that he did it good...

whispering pines of ambigousness

Waitin' for the lies to start risin'

Cartoon girlfriend. She doesn't really exist

yet more nonsense

Is it this or is it that. 'Nuff said

Whisky in the Jar, my way.

Please note: No seven year old child was hurt during the making of this piece of music.

Endless picking up the needle and putting it down on Yes's Steve Howe in the 70's got me this far!

Noise experiment. Seventh piece for RPM.

If only! Thanks to all those helped with this song.

The sort of music that enters your head when you're lying awake in bed at 2am in the morning.

redo