apologies to Ian

The inner layers encaged and squirming. The layers beneath, beyond any obviousness.

That's it. Lack.

Like a straight line that lies into a mirror.

That's it. Lack.

That's it. Lack.

some edits needed :)

Had an hour or so this evening spare so i dragged the £16 special out and joined Elvis down the cellar and we got down to this one a Regged up version of the Elvis Classic ....

Some reflections after recording this song: 1. Mic positioning for a live take can drive you crazy 2. The lowest note I can comfortably sing is an A 3. A tortured soul can somehow write an amazing love song 4. I still have much to learn

2010 Depeche Mode lite I was going to hire Meatloaf for the ending but it turns out he will NOT work for pancakes... which is what I had heard. This is one of the prime examples of (early on) being WAY more ambitious than what my ability…