Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album? I often stop and think of William Up on Skinners Ridge He passed me on his way back down As I passed from being a kid A shame you’d say But aint that the way Things…

This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album? I often stop and think of William Up on Skinners Ridge He passed me on his way back down As I passed from being a kid A shame you’d say But aint that the way Things…

This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album? I often stop and think of William Up on Skinners Ridge He passed me on his way back down As I passed from being a kid A shame you’d say But aint that the way Things…

This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album? I often stop and think of William Up on Skinners Ridge He passed me on his way back down As I passed from being a kid A shame you’d say But aint that the way Things…

Vocals: Paul T. Bathen Lyrics: Michael Taub Bass: William Fisher Guitars: Bill Gifford Drums: Gerald Langefeld Composed, arranged & mixed by Steffen Offermann I'm glad this song finally got finished. I had lost the synth draft and with it…

Finally going to end this RPM with a slop fest. Pretty disgusted with my efforts. I did have some fun though. I feel like I just gave birth to a full set of Ludwigs. High gloss black of course.

This celtic folk piece is a collaboration with lyricist Donna Devine. This is Donna's explanation: =============================== Background: In earlier centuries, young men were captured by "press gangs" - often literally torn away from…