The Tenderloin is only few streets in San Francisco where the homeless and drug addicts congregate its kind of at the bottom of four hills so you have to walk up a steep hill which ever direction you try to leave the area. which kinda leaves them…

For all those who need a kick in the arse to get on with the year... I'm gonna do something tomorrow I don’t know what day it is i don’t seem to care about a thing Everything to me is in Black and white Theres nothing making your bell ring…

A song influenced by my recent visit to San Francisco and seeing the redwoods for the first time WHERE THE TREES GROW INTO GIANTS I had to travel thousand’s of miles to find it That goldmine up there in them there hills Where the rivers…

The Tenderloin is only few streets in San Francisco where the homeless and drug addicts congregate its kind of at the bottom of four hills so you have to walk up a steep hill which ever direction you try to leave the area. which kinda leaves them…

I wrote this one in response to a song writing challenge from the Minnesota Association of Songwriters. The title had to be Mississippi Moon and it had to have a I V VI I II chord progression somewhere in the song. Over 20 writers have signed…

I’ve seen you crash back down into the ash Like an inverted Phoenix So delectable yet totally ineffectual Those intellectual verbal tricks I’ve tried to save ya from your bad behaviour And keep you safe within the mix I’ve been here to…

Reg was surfing the web looking for some entertainment and it was on ebay he saw an advertisement offering a free DVD of an Elvis impersonator When he received it the film was of a chap dressed as Elvis in a bright red jump suit and sunglasses…

RPM CHALLENGE 2024. WEST I’m always walking backwards looking forwards Dragged back to the past You think i’ve got nothing left but for loving you But babe thats not all I do I dream when I am not…

A song influenced by my recent visit to San Francisco and seeing the redwoods for the first time WHERE THE TREES GROW INTO GIANTS I had to travel thousand’s of miles to find it That goldmine up there in them there hills Where the rivers…

Heres a classic by T. Rex Well who should come down the cellar lastnight and join in on the Deadfest..............