Written recorded 28th/29th March 2013. A little something, just cos I was in the mood.

Feb 21st 2013.

A rough demo Guest vocal - Sarah Marshall Violins played by Kate Brennan Suck and you'll see A bitter aftertaste of us It's all gone slightly sour And past it's sell-by hour Throw them all out Make a wish and close your eyes What have you to…

A 90 second song, written and recorded on the evening of 12th June 2012. Acoustic guitar, uke, glockenspiel, bass, slide guitar, tambourine, piano, singing, bells, shaker, melodica by Andy. After a long day at work, I wanted to do something…

Written/recorded June 17th/18th 2010 Andy Jenkinson: played, wrote and sang Sarah Marshall: sang Richard Smith: three lines of lyric myfirstdictionary is a very dark website of dictionary definitions (illustrated). A caption competion was held…

soundoftheweak is a website weekly challenge for recording and had issued the challenge… “make a recording as the most obscure band (or musician) in the world” This piece was my submission to this challenge. My notes: “Written and recorded on…

11 Kissing Goodbye Kissing Goodbye Now that we’ve reached the end of our first holiday night Waving goodbye Down at the beach and ended our kiss of life Nothing to say Holding your hand Planning to stay Can’t take this away Beautiful…

10 Blue Eyes of blue and sunny skies peeping through Shepherds delights tonight it’s only right do you realize? Eyes of blue Are what I’m likely to see in you And I don’t know what to do A superstar is what you are she’d tell me…

09 Mistress Calamity and Mister Kaleidoscope Kisses with mistress Calamity Lips taste like sips of tea Pour me .. she makes me sweet internally Wide eyed it’s Mister Kaleidoscope Broken very-merry go ‘round Poorly he makes me feel…

08 What’s Wrong With This Picture? Here we are again Exchanging fluids And Exchanging made up numbers Temporarily tattooed on the backs of our hands With a biro the bar tender lent us Never intending to see if the numbers really add up…

07 She dreams Of Simple Things In her own room She’s her own girl Magazine posters plastered into place In her headphones She’s a pop star Hair brush microphone And paparazzi face She dreams of simple Tiaras, tutus, diamond rings…

06 Burn -Up Burn up baby! We’re never gonna dance like we wanted to dance We’re never gonna own that holiday home in France We’re never gonna swing like Sinatra can We’re never gonna dance Burn-up! But here’s the thing…

05 Lessons We Learned You told me you were there to learn But we ought to have taught one another instead of fought I thought I told you I’d nothing to prove But summer came and you moved away So I went back to school September – Another…

04 Over you baby, And Moving On. You never said you loved me When tomorrow came You never said you’d let me see you again And If I knew then what I knew now I’d be over you baby and moving on by now You never said you’d buy me A…

03 Stuff And Nonsense (A Fairy Tale) Hey m’lady what do you see? I’m down on one knee Am I brave enough? I’d fight knights lately with you as my shield You hold that appeal That slowly reveals itself As I deal with all the other…

02 Perfect See that girl over there brush her hair beside her bedroom mirror For all the world she doesn’t show of know the glow within her She shines inside She powders down And lines her eyes It isn’t worth it, she’s nearly perfect…

01 Released Backgrounds. Ooh, Ahh.

At the 23rd hour we consider whether we've made the right decisions. Written and recorded less the 48 hours before the end of the RPM challenge deadline. I wonder why. Is this our 23rd hour Sixty minutes to go Are we counting the seconds…

A silly song questioning the value of using songs to get a message across. Just say 'sorry' - don't write me an opera about it. Incidentally the note choices in this song really did hurt me. New lies Written like you cared for me A…

Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…