Some people said this would sound better with no reverb. Lets see.

THE LIFFEY (zero reverb mix)

Written by Janice Merritt & ray cochrane
Vocal recording, engineering & production Bud Merritt.
BIAB drums, organ, piano & baritone solo.
Vocals & vocal arrangements by Janice.
Lyrics:
When I asked my Mamma 
why we moved here anyway.
Mama simply looked at me
Wasn't much to say:
Well, honey, your daddy
Your daddy he wanted to.
See, in those times, 
those cultural climes.
That is all we knew. 

When I questioned granny
As I was want to do.
Granny'd turn and smiled at me
Like she always used to:
Well, baby, your grandaddy
It's what he wanted to do.
See, in my day, 
Only men had their say.
& That was all we knew. 

When I asked my daughter
What she proposed to do.
She turned her face and smiled at me
Like she always knew:
Well, mumma, any man I take
Will do what we agree to do.
See, this new day, 
I will have my say.
& he'll believe in me too. 
Merritt/cochrane

All We Knew by Merritt & cochrane

I call to talk but I have nothing to say
I just want to hear your voice
I act like I don’t have a care in the world
And that not being yours was my choice
I wanted to tell you that I can’t stop thinking
Of you, your face, and your ways
But words once spoken can’t be reclaimed
So I play the role of friend instead

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

Your touch is accidental
But it hits like an lightening bolt
My face is a mask, I’ll never show
The feelings you evoke
Are you really not aware
Of the chaos you create
When you’re not here, I’m clear of mind
But one look and I can't think straight

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

I rest my hand on your seat
When I travel alone
You’re a ghost in my days
Presence felt, never shown
Not a chill, but a warmth in my bones
Like a secret, comforting shawl

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

False Friend

Written, arranged and performed by Mike Cunningham.
Drums by Dom Hardy.
Production by Dom Hardy at Gracenote Studios, Dunfermline.

Wouldn’t you know it ? Doesn’t it figure ?
In a city of millions you can feel so alone.
Couldn’t you guess it ? Typical ain't it ?
I could count all my chances on the thumbs of one hand.

In a city where money talks image is king, they're all the same.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
You look like someone I’d like to know well.
And if ever I needed a friend to hold on to
now is the time and I want to hold you.

Wouldn’t you know it ? Who would have thought it ?
We all deserve someone - well I thought I did.
Couldn’t you feel it ? Didn’t you notice ?
I’m frightened to say that I want you so much.

I’ve talked to my plants and I’ve no more to say.
And my paint is all dry.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
I'm sick drinking whisky and watching TV.
We could be statistics or we could be in love now
So sue me for saying I'm attracted this way.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
I hope that you will I’ve had enough being alone.
When you smile it’s as if there’s a point to me being here,
I hope we’ll look back to this time today.

© Michael E. Cunningham, 1999
Written : London Sept ’95, Kdy Sept ’96, Raleigh, NC Oct ‘97, Edinburgh Feb ‘97,
Liverpool Dec ‘99
Recorded: Sept/Dec 2025, Gracenote Studio, Dunfermline

This Time Tomorrow (Gracenote Studio)

My Heart Takes One For The Team

Maze (Orchestral)

Side2 demo

SUN IS LOW
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Wind cries lonely 
across the snow
Sky is frozen,
sun is low
Ice cold dust dry as sand,
whip the ground upon this land

Never day, never night
All that I see... turn to white

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go

Winter,
please hide my way.
Cross the plain,
the hills and far away


Wolves that gathered,
have watched each move
Teeth are showing,
tails held low.
Hungry eyes with patience view,
In this domain their reign is true

Infinite march, likely in vain
Tracks cross the plain... turns to a chain

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go
where they go
in the night
they take flight
soaring to sky
so high and free
just like me
Always heading for their home
just like me

Sun is low

its all on me

Broken by Dave Croxford

I am an IT consultant trying to wind down my IT work to concentrate on my life time hobby of writing and producing music.