A song that I began to write whilst still at school, that feeling of the world closing in on you, closing down your dreams, time to 'get real'. I recorded it much later in the 2010s. 

Just another crazy mixed up kid
That's how they explained away everything he did
He's  living for his own self
Living in this own world
He doesn't want our help
Cos he doesn't think we care
Give him a couple of months to work things out
Give him a chance to find what life is all about
Then take him out of his shell
Bring him into our world
Then we can soon tell if this kid is going anywhere
But in his mind he can fly so high
And float along rivers long run dry
But what do you do when they're closing in on. you
What can you say when they take it all away
When all the fools rush in to give away their time
They leave the pieces of their dreams on walls too high to climb
It's no-one's fault, it happens
But when it does, don't let your heart get broken
Don't let it burn your soul away
Just another crazy mixed up kid
That's how they explained away everything he did

Flatter to Deceive

CRAZY MIXED UP KID

Crazy Mixed Up Kid

Love Can Fall Asleep

There's a new day coming
Get your flags unfurled
Say good bye to these four walls
Say hello to the world
We can go where we want to go
Be whoever we want to be
For the first time in forever
We can taste how it feels to be free
Try to hold it together
Keep your eyes on the prize
There's a new day coming
We're on the rise

On the Rise

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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.

Way Up There

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In the hush between the night and dawn
We painted silence on the walls
Your breath was lanterns on my skin
A fleeting fire I tried to hold in.

Shadows bent around our bones
Like whispered prayers without a home
The half-light kissed us, tender, slow
A secret place where nothing grows.

But morning leaned too hard, too near
The fragile spell began to clear
Your eyes turned oceans, drifting wide
I couldn’t swim against the tide.

Now the half-light aches like broken glass
A theatre of what couldn’t last
Our echoes bloom where we once lay
But love dissolves with the day.

But morning leaned too hard, too near
The fragile spell began to clear
Your eyes turned oceans, drifting wide
I couldn’t swim against the tide.

In the half light

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They arrive with silver tongues,
glossed over like neon angels,
waving scripture like credit cards,
slipping salvation in plastic sleeves.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
stitched in gold and televised light,
selling grace in installment plans,
to the crowd with trembling hands.

Hymns fall like lottery tickets,
scratched hope on velvet pulpits,
every “hallelujah” a product line,
every “amen” another dime.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
mirrored shoes catch heaven’s sight,
blessing the faithful with staged applause,
between commercials for righteous cause.

Is it gospel or is it theatre?
A holy market, a velvet dealer,
faith flipped under spotlight beams,
truth auctioned in packaged dreams.

And when the lights collapse to dust,
who counts the coins, who holds the trust?
Only echoes remain in the empty pews,
a shiny suit, and worn-out shoes.

Jesus with a shiny suit on

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In the mirror’s hush, a boy half-grown,
Wearing questions like a borrowed coat.
The city hums, a hymn of unknowns,
He walks inside it, searching for a note.

He found love in male arms,
A quiet storm, a gentle charm.
Where his heartbeat dared to run,
Parents cried, what have you done?

The wallpaper ghosts, they do not sleep,
Family portraits, secrets keep.
His chest a lantern, flickering flame,
Shining light on the unspoken name.

He found love in male arms,
Unwritten psalms, forbidden calm.
Where tenderness outshone the sun,
Parents cried, what have you done?

And maybe shame will learn to fade,
As rivers carve their rightful way.
For truth is soft, yet truth is steel,
And only truth can teach us real.

He found love in male arms,
Breaking forms, unmaking harm.
In that love, he won not lost.
Though the weeping came, it bore a cost.

Fly Boy

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