This is the song I wrote for a friend of mine who's moving abroad to live with his new bride , it's a massive step into the unknown . I myself once did it at eighteen and never looked back who dares wins!!.

Good luck Mon Brave , remember The Groundhog Day

A packet a pay , and a sky of grey is the alternative if you stay.

This is a song I wrote. I had to listen to a friend of mine this morning a dreadfully overweight businessman telling me that he was on a treadmill he couldn’t get off.

I know the feeling , today another commuter threw themselves under the train at Doncaster. I then had to five different connections , by the time I’d finished, I thought I was going to have a massive jammer; no wonder we call it the heart attack hill this trans- Siberian tread mill

PLAYLIST

An introduction to my redhead music collection.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life.

I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life.

I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

HEAVEN SENT

This is a song I wrote after seeing an old friend that I've known for ever and "never" the reason I say that is due to us becoming now almost strangers after living in each others pockets for a life time, as they say familiarity breeds contempt as I get older I do begin to observe this in older companions.

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This is a song I wrote about the short but violent life of the gangster, racketeer and business man called "big Al Capone" who ruled the American Prohibition era boot-legging booze , brothel's and bars.

He came out of the notorious Five Points slum district described as the "Hell’s Kitchen" of New York; the last bastion of Beelzebub.

He basically murdered his way to the top , A six feet piece of terror and testosterone.

who ended dying of neurosyphilis with mental age of twelve ; he spent all his time writing songs in Alcatraz with a quintet called the "Rock Islanders" a banjo jazz band who played for the jail birds on Sundays.