You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins. --- /For Trevor, from far abroad

I got up nice and early this morning thanks to Seb ....so i got the acoustic out and came up with this one ....Don't ask me why.... the innocence of a lie the reason behind the why the sigh of regret at that moment of death why why oh…

Sorry to the original artists...

electric 12 str duet

Soft Rock ? Happy Blues ? I Don't know, just a song that popped out a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy ....I hope !!!!

Faded visions and rhythm rain falling in patterns of chaos

A noodle that turned into a doodle............Poor old Reg fallen in love with another wayward angel of the night...... THE CLOUDS ARE GOING BLACK The clouds are going Black The clouds are going Black The clouds are going Black she ain’t…