Just a song about a picture of me that I hated (and how I generally dislike being photographed)

Click! Click!

An introspective piece, based on a simple arpeggio with layers

Pure Ode (featured on Radio Wales)

Jazzy, 11/8 number about the progress of technology and pondering whether - if we could - would we *want* to make machines intelligent? After all, they can do everything else better than us (that's why we make them)

Singularity

Song about peer pressure and falling into the wrong crowd

Windowpain

A (rather protracted) rant about tabloids and celeb culture

Editorial

Some kind of strange triphop-type thingy I created with a murky bassline, dub piano stabs and a kitsch synth solo. Topped off with lyrics about my mental state. Nice...

Drive You Away (demo)

A song I wrote about 4 years ago that I'd kind of forgotten about since I decided the lyrics were lame and removed them. Rediscovered it the other day and I was shocked as to how much I still loved the piece. My proudest composition, I think. I love the unorthodox yet "soaring" chord progressions and it has a kind of bittersweet "lilt" to it. 

So I thought I'd give the bounce a quick EQ (my mixing skills weren't up to much back when I made this) and put it up here because I'm now really keen on developing this one.

Scaring The Birds Away

Stuck in a rut? Then maybe a brush with death will give you the kick up the arse you need!
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Can't shake this feeling, it's gnawing at the back of my mind
I get an inkling - a notion that I'm wasting my time
Think I need something to make me take a look at my life
A little something to make it flash in front of my eyes

A brush with death, a newfound love
A zest for life
A brush with death to make me realise
I'm still alive

I need something to help me keep my eyes on the prize
See where I'm going - and see the things I'm leaving behind
And to broaden my horizons and to open my mind
Appreciating and making better use of my time

I lie awake at night
Wondering why
I'm running in circles
All the time

A brush with death to affirm life
Remind my how
Our time is short - we're riding on the waves
Of the here and now

(Now...)

A brush with death to make us realise that we're on borrowed time

A Brush With Death (A Zest For Life)

...then, assuming that matter is entirely deterministic, everything should be duplicated exactly in mirror form about an axis. You might be able to go there and see your mirror self, but nothing could cross (for it would simply encounter a copy of itself at the "imaginary mirror").

Unless on one side, a single deviation from the symmetry on the atomic level would propagate via the Butterfly Effect into an ever-increasing divergence between the two sides, until eventually they become completely independent and merge into a single universe.

Not the oxymoron it first appears - the two halves get more and more dissimilar until the line of symmetry is no longer perceptible. They are now one single space.

Well that's my theory anyway...

If The Big Bang Was Symmetrical

We've all met a guy like this, right? Loud, attention seeking. Seems like the life and soul - then once he's wormed his way into your scene, everyone starts to realise what an arse he really is. Then, once he's successfully pissed everyone off - he finds another group of unsuspcting mugs. Then the cycle begins again...
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He's just a short-term man
He's just a flash in the pan
Oh, and where others command attention
Oh, he just demands

At first they'll think he's so great
And then his jokes start to grate
And then alarm bells start ringing & ringing
Oh, by then it's too late
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YOU KNOW, IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAY:
EMPTY VESSELS REALLY *DO* MAKE THE MOST NOISE
AND, BELIEVE ME, THIS GUY'S NO EXCEPTION
HAD TO BE THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION
GESTICULATING SO WILDLY THAT HE HAD TO STAND UP!
I MEAN, COME ON...

THE GIRLS LOVED IT THOUGH...
(Pffft....)
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Shania Twain
She don't like Mayonnaise
And if you've ever seen "I ♥ Huckabee's"
Oh, you'll know what I mean
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EXCEPT THAT, FOR THIS GUY, THE ANECDOTE OF CHOICE CONCERNED
AN UNUSUAL COMPARISON BETWEEN AN INTIMATE PART OF SOMEONE'S ANATOMY
AND... A RUSTY FIREPLACE

I'LL LEAVE THE REST TO YOUR IMAGINATION
BUT, SUFFICE TO SAY
IT WAS, LIKE, HIS GO-TO STORY!
THE GUY'S JUST A ONE-TRICK PONY!

THAT'S WHY I CALLED HIM "SHORT-TERM MAN"
BECAUSE, SOONER OR LATER, EVERYBODY GETS SICK OF HIM
AND HE HAS TO MOVE ONTO THE NEXT LOT OF UNSUSPECTING FOOLS
SO IT'S ALWAYS GONNA BE A SHORT TERM THING WITH THIS GUY

THINK IT'LL CATCH ON?
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Short-term man
Flash-in-the-pan
Where some command attention
Oh, he just demands

He played it cool
Became one of the gang
Became the biggest blow-hard
In his one-man-band

Now he's nowhere to be seen
Now he's nowhere on the scene
He's gone away and moved onto the next ones
Oh, while they're still keen...

A Battleship Called Minks