Feeling that something's looming Why, I feel low sounds in my head that shouldn't be there And when the storm it breaks O'er the hill, 'bove the tree high Crack and spark now to fade Get inside Leave home, keep dry All around you is…

Build an impression Straight brush, curving round Claude's subtle gestures Light touch, hence no sound Heart never opened Hardly dented Not a great state To leave your pillow or your soul When you ignore me Then final warnings sound…

There is no artistry The way that I am crafted Views from the Seventies My preference still to sound this way That formant dirtiness Is beauty, not of Frankenstein Branded as a charlatan Has anybody seen me? Branded [I choose to be…

Dance with me Ride out with me We are as one Now we're survivors Doubt with me Breathe out with me For I'm the one To free survivors Dance with me Spin around with me For we're the ones Who free survivors Dance with me Sweep…

*Liner Notes* "Curving and Something Else" has ended up being about memory loss, in the bleak, end-of-life, Alzheimer's way. I'm not a a sufferer (yet!), just an observer. I write songs in this melancholic style ... which requires an sympathetic…

*Liner Notes* Was thinking of flexing the vocal synths -- rather than trying to disguise them -- but they just grated -- even more than usual! So went for a subtler, um, heavy breathing motif. Maybe I'll get bolder with the vocal gymnastics going…

There was a time when We'd be scuttling, running hard Cops on tail And grins on faces There was a time when We'd be aching Bleeding slow All worth the time incarcerated They said we wouldn't go far Looks like they got it right then…

Don't give me attention Don't forget your halo I will tip-toe 'til you're ready You're barred if you call me Don't like it when the bell rings Do we battle from the get go? You turn up: I am aching Are you better to ignore me? All…

Needs reworking to remove Stripped drone/engine ... was enjoying myself too much! Let the storm break Let the storm break on me When balance fails Please stumble into me Let the storm break Let the rain fall hard on me Not all days…

Feeling that something's looming Why, I feel low sounds in my head that shouldn't be there And when the storm it breaks O'er the hill, 'bove the tree high Crack and spark now to fade Get inside Leave home, keep dry All around you is…