it's like an onion bell forever ringing angels demons laughing screaming it's like an onion bell forever dreaming children playing dancing singing

Dedicated to my friend Paul Lennon. Once You asked me If I could see the end It's okay to tell the truth I don't want you to pretend And I said I would not lie But I don't believe it ends It goes on And on Forever Forever It goes on…

This one features Treefrog "playing the wind" on a talking drum... She’s like the wind that moves through the night chasing ghosts She sees the lights, she sees the shadows and she knows There is a difference between the day and night…

In the morning, when we awoke, there was nothing. There were no ashes from the fires of the previous evening. The time for decisions was past. "Yes" was the answer to all questions; and none was the knowledge retained. Wisdom laughs at such folly…

The sounds recorded for this piece represent some of the oldest known musical vibrations combined with some of the most modern electronics: the iPhone. Featuring Mark Treefrog

Featuring Otis Maly on Organ. Maybe it’s a trick of the light The way your eyes shine at me I don’t want to fight and I can’t take flight Somethin’ tells me I’m gonna see Just what spell you put on me I can’t let you out of my sight…

I guess I knew this would happen. Talk about creating one's own reality Sheeeeesh. End of the month and my pen has been re-fueled and I added some vox to this one, plus some lead guitar, and a bit of synth strings. I also took a shot at some…

Spontaneous composition by Mark Poole. The theme involves rain finding it's way to a river that flows into the ocean.

I have touched and I have known the memories of stone And echoes of the oceans are etched upon my bones My body's of the earth and my spirit's of the sky My mind is of the matter these memories will never die So let's go down below…

A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie.. Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones. Not a million miles away from a man you might have known. A miner in the twenties, blue scars…