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…

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…

*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…

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…

I think that I'm Incapable of thought I craft and work As that's what I've been taught But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse Their brushstrokes leave me cold A value you can't teach Teach me to feel pain Teach me how to love I think that…

Dec 2023 REM *Lyrics* Ask me, don't tell me I'm biding my time for now Since you took your leave It's vital then, vital now Since we departed Close up my door And block out all the "sorry for your loss, dear" Go now Are we…

*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…

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…

I place a dust sheet over chairs Where we would sit, hold each other tenderly No need to dwell on it No need to dwell here for long It feels like time has moved Where we spilt wine and paint all on carpet tessellations Conversations empty…

This will be about grief This will be about love This will be about missing you Will be about love This will be 'bout you being gone I've sung this before This will be 'bout me moving on I've clung tight to this before I don't need release…