Messing about and this came out...not sure on the Book line but hey i'm trying down here..... Just never enough EM C A EM A Em A Em G A Em G A Em G A If Yesterday is the lost friend of tomorrow Today should set in gold A tear forms in my…

Push the Blood Back in When the last bit of light that shines through is dead and we are all matching shadows with the same blank reflection, distracted and withered and bound to the ceiling, can you not even then, feel it move on your skin…

I had a little more time to play around to day so i jammed with Les and came up with this one...... WHAT THE HELL AM I MEANT TO DO My baby said she loves me but she’s closed the door she didn’t want to look at me no more life now feels like…

..and the next one is... Acting Like a Fool Laying here half asleep with sun shinning down through the window it peaks The crack of the curtain shows the world outside What have I done where have I been was I really back out on the scene…

Reg is always sure the grass is greener...i'm not so sure as i watch him going through conflict every time he goes to see... The Tangled web (Lyrics) i’ve got something to tell you and it will soon all come clear i want to hold you so close and…

Poor old Reg feels hard done by again............ so he got the electric out and experimented....... Hard Rain Gonna fall (Lyrics) It's a black night out without a silver moon I can't face tomorrow it's coming too soon I knew my love had something…

what can i say it was FUN!!

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw…

This was a collab between my old friend Joe and I from a couple years ago. I recorded the basic track and sent it to him so he could play the main melody/ guitar solo over it. I took the ending of the guitar solo section and reversed it to give…

Son of the Queen Isolating the cross-hatched memories of those starless nights when we searched for light to pour through the wounds we carry around, fashioned after and fawning, we, now downward, fall. A cast-iron bodice over the whimsical has…