I sent a message Have you read it? One more refresh, I'll be fretting free I've been ghosted like a dead man Haunted and cursed I didn't get affection Don't know why Has it vanished in the ether? It should be something that I crave…

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…

In my head All the time Relentless Tieing me down In my room Now and forever on repeat It won't leave me I reject those who help me I'm ashamed: You think me weak It's lasting then Did I mention It destroys me All of the time…

Thrown around town Wind in your face Picking up discards, push handcarts In this town Jump overboard You're pushed overboard There clearly is a difference: you're flotsam lost or jetsam cold Jump overboard You're pushed overboard…

I'm doing my best here So cut me some slack dear I'm always in focus Maybe not on things you chose for us I'm trying real hard here Stuck out in the yard dear It isn't my comfort zone Even though you think I call it home I'm doing…

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…

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…

*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…