Deep Brown Eyes Of All - Crisp Bellemono

Title track from "Wave Theory"...my favourite

Wave Theory

Really not a fighter, in the last bar room fight I grabbed my beer and joined the sidelines. That said, the Titans of power do need reigning in.  Call me a dam commie pinko but surely we can’t let them have everything!

Tomorrow we will fight them
We will have our say
We’ll square up to them bastards
And they will rue the day  

How dare those bloody Titans
Camped outside our gates
Tomorrow we fight them all   
Today it is just too late

So bang those shields, bang those shields
It’s time to put things right
We’ll look them squarely in the eye
And take them at first light

The libertines don’t have our backs
They are only out to tease
They’ve hook up with all that mischief 
Coming from the East

The occident is nervous
We’ve seen it all before
Dancing to their master’s voice
They’ll soon be on our shores

So bang those shields, bang those shields
It’s time that they take fright        
We’ll look them squarely in the eye
And take them at first light

Solo 

So bang those shields, bang those shields
It’s time to put things right
We’ll look them squarely in the eye
And take them at first light

Bang Those Shields

i remember when we were all together and i remember when we made a smashing team 
i remember the simple times we sat around and made music and everything was ok

now i'm missing you........

Missing You

St. Grievance Day

I’ll write a happy song for you
that won’t make you blue
Won’t mention of how your Pa hates me
or how your older brother threatens me 
every chance he gets

Hardest thing we’ll ever know
Is you and me, me and you
and how far we have fallen

Happy St. Grievance Day

If I was gonna leave I would have left you by now
you’re a liar and a cheat in the sheets
But I made a promise to your Ma’s Ma 
before she died
before the ghosts played one to many tricks 
with her morphine mind

Hardest thing we’ll ever know
Is you and me, me and you
and how far we have fallen

Happy St. Grievance Day


There’ll be no mention of wars 
in far away places
Nor of any chickens coming home to roost
for those that only lay waste
So turn off the Net
and open a real window instead 
To the sound of the machines we have made
drowning out everything

Hardest thing we’ll ever know
Is you and me, me and you
and how far we have fallen

Happy St. Grievance Day

St. Grievance Day

I closed my eyes. 
You lead me by the hand.. 
Right here...

Postscriptum

I'm with You Ps.

02 No Surprise

The Last Band In The Universe

I moved to the east coast eight years ago and experienced the most pivotal years of my life. There is something about this rugged, unforgiving place and direct and honest culture that leaves a person feeling exposed. I like to think of my music as simple and from a place of vulnerability and courage. Thank you for taking the time to listen and stay in touch.