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…

VERSE I Lettuce in first To build a foundation Everything else is up to you It these choices that you make, pour it on that create the moment you have waited for PRE CH These tines, plunging in CHORUS And we are all so intricate…

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…

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…