What happens when you can't follow your dream, so you take the next best option? What happens when that turns sour? And can there be hope for redemption?

Wild Dog Heart

The Plight Of The Navigator

Only A Small Step

Something a bit different for a bit of fun.

Manifesto feat. G. Stoner Hilcot

I must confess that I am curious 
When you say that you are one of us
You're not even subtle when you're devious 
So I can't believe you're being serious 
I want to See 
Your
Lizard 
Skin

I believe that you've got bones yes sir
But I don't believe they look like mine mister
Broken, scarred, battered, and twisted
I'll bet yours are clean and smooth, and slippery 
So you can squirm
In Your
Lizard 
Skin 

Can you hear the sirens
I hear helicopters in the night
See the lights and alarms
They're here to make things right
Right?         

I hope that there's a god for you sir
And I hope you get what's coming later
You're too high for us up there 
But I'll bet a penny to all your dollars and dollars and dollars
They see right Through 
Your
Lizard 
Skin

Lizard Skin Feat. G.Stoner Hilcot

Whilst you're all waiting on the next album, here's an EP to keep you going.

Fat Rolf

A Place To Lie In

The Norwegian

The Ballad Of Wood Heart And Cold Bone

Live recording of a song written a couple of days previously.

Laying Down Bones - Live

We are defined by gridlines.
In four dimensions, space and time.
A place to sleep.
An hour to eat.
With no coordinates for peace.

A compass point and bearing north.
A route-map planned for setting forth.
Waystation signs
Are bound in time.
We brook no change in our designs.

This helpful map, so careful made,
With all you need to know displayed,
To show your way
And guide your day,
Was never supposed to be obeyed.

I will wipe clear this page of mine
And cut across those poor gridlines.

Gridlines

Gridlines (Bob's Version)

Exile

A Song For Dogs And Drunkards

Hinterland

Let Her Run

Northumberland

In Between Tides

Stronger Than Hope

The Engineer

These Ghosts

Your Rebel Song

The Map

The Least And The Most

A song written for my brother's wedding.

Little bit older, little bit wiser,
Maybe just lucky this time around.
Little bit stronger, little bit surer,
You know how this plays out.

Bit of grey hair, bit of laughter,
Few more lines around the mouth.
Pairs of glasses, plenty of storm clouds,
But there's a fire that won't go out.

Years behind.
Years to go.
Years to find.
And years to grow.

A spell of hard times, a breath of hoping,
A few more scars behind the eyes.
Some heavy losses, some re-found friends,
Some fading out from time time.
Another year older, a little less wild yeah,
A few more aches to start the day.
The same old journeys, same old laughter,
Same old smile to light the way.

Years behind.
Years to go.
Years to find.
And years to grow.

Little bit older, little bit wiser,
Maybe just lucky this time around.

Years

Just a random bit of concoction for Jamuary today.

Jamuary 20250123

I came upon the holy village 
Where they said the angels tread
But when I spoke unto the doctor 
She said they ain't been here yet.

They said Lord the lake is empty 
They said Lord we prayed for rain
They said Lord remember Maggie Carter,
Don't let her die in vain.

Well I asked after the pastor 
They said he'd gone for help 
Somewhere further up the mountain
Close to where the angels dwell 

Well I found the sacred headstone 
Of the certain latter day saint
Lord here lies Maggie Carter 
Don't you dare turn her away 

I came upon the holy village 
Where they say the angels tread 
And we still stand out in the long grass
Yet to walk in their footsteps 

Maggie Carter and the Angels

02 Years

Conventional songs about unconventional subjects. Death, monkeys and space hardware may all feature.

Blinddrew

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