Look twice round the room Acting like your scene is set Homebound too soon It's a detail that you're here Glance while they swoon Reacting as your line is cut Homebound too soon It's a detail that you're here Spice up your death Breathing…

You take a wrong turn You make a dumb move You're late forever I will destroy you And by that wrong turn You will succumb too Be late forever I have destroyed you Creeping at night Slowly waking, contemplating Unease through 'til…

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…

Vocals and Drums removed to back the video explainer for the album cover art (not the Greek thing, the ACEO thing).

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…

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…

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…

Now then I can't listen As it offends my sensibility, yep I hold the truth high Those bears, they need a-baiting And there's a loom to weave Show me your intention Deny the next idea Show me your intention Deny the next idea Check…

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…

This is a collaboration with fatboyjamz - hear more of his material at [@fatboyjamz] on Soundcloud Lyrics and vox: fatboyjamz Music and vocal synths: richaux *Lyrics* [Non existat] I’ve been hoping to show you All that you’ve been…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work…

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…

Here's a mickle It maybe comes a mackle, aye Feel the pull Of diasporatic tendencies Take the train From Mile End via Livingstone Wheest yourself As yae dug is facing deport Oh Georgie Weir Come and see the beard on me Oh Georgie…

*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…

*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…