"I love the manic in your kind of crazy" - the title is an amusing play on the lyric & became the inspiration behind the album sleeve. The song itself is about my mother-in-law who also passed away last year. She suffered from manic depression/bi-polar disorder her whole life, but when she was up she could be one of the funniest people you would ever meet. I prefer to remember her that way.

Would you kindly not mind me 
I see things untimely 
Bring dark clouds and white knights bright lights 
Shepherd to the edge of time’s not on my side 
I love the manic in your kind of crazy 
I’ll hold the line for you slide down the mine with you 
I love the manic in your you’re kind of crazy 
Sit back, step on the crack, get out of your tree & pick up the slack 
I love the manic in your kind of crazy 
I’ll hop the rails with you pick out a cell for two 
I love the manic in your you’re kind of crazy 
Stand down, running aground, hand me the rope before we drown 
Hopeless, discouraged, I dive with a flourish 
I’m constantly craving misbehaving 
Over the edge we fall 
I love the manic in your kind of crazy 
I’ll hold the line for you slide down the mine with you 
I love the manic in your you’re kind of crazy 
Sit back, step on the crack, get out of your tree and pick up the slack 
I love the manic in your kind of crazy 
I’ll hop the rails with you pick out a cell for two 
I love the manic in your you’re kind of crazy 
Stand down, running aground, hand me the rope before we drown 
Save me one more...time’s not on my side

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Mannequin

One of the tracks written after my mother died. Having arguments with my brothers about stupid shit & realizing we're family no matter how much they can piss me off.

Grace falls 
Bitter luck 
Next time 
Games we play 
Pride, ascension, murder 
Line, correction, farther away 
My point being all is rust 
All is riot, always was 
My point being words are wasted on us 
His tree 
Her thing 
Cut to the chase and 
Make ends meet 
Pride, ascension, murdered us 
Miss Direction, Father Away 
My point being all is rust 
All is riot, always was 
My point being words are wasted on us 
My point being all is dust 
All is quiet, always was 
My point being words are wasted on us 
My point being words are wasted on us

My Point Being

Done for an Indy movie called Meth Head. A couple dealing with one person's meth addiction. Initially I thought I'd play the addict but Carina did it so much better than I ever could. I'm the voice of reason (there's a first).


Fastball alive is the limit once bitten twice high 
Shaking the coil 
I’m climbing the battlements scaling the walls 
To escape with the jewels as I bow to the fools. 
Is anybody listening? 
Treat me up beat me up 
Lay me down and eat me up 
Leave me alive 
I’m craving I’m raving from drywall to drywall 
I’m running out of fire 
Is anybody listening? 
Hush now baby baby 
You’ve got to hold it together 
You don’t want to wake everybody 
You don’t want to scare anyone 
Hush now baby baby 
You’ve got to hold it together 
You don’t want a raise a fuss 
You don’t want to make a mess of everything 
Hold it together 
I’m sold but this cold is a hard one to shake me 
Awake am I dreaming of genies and snakes 
Pull the covers up hide me lie to me and hold me and hold me and hold me... 
Hush now baby baby 
You’ve got to hold it together 
You don’t want to wake everybody 
You don’t want to scare anyone 
Hush now baby baby 
You’ve got to hold it together 
You don’t want a raise a fuss 
You don’t want to make a mess of everything 
Hold it together, Hold it together 
When the weight of the world 
Is too much to bear 
You’re not alone 
I’ll be there 
We can hold it together

Hold It Together

Temptation.

Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to know 
Don’t ask directions if you know where to go 
Look to the side - look to the side 
Fight or flying we aim to live and learn 
Pulling punches before we crash and burn 
Move to the side - move to the side 
What were you thinking 
If you know what’s good for you 
Suffer the silence and then... 
What were you thinking 
If you know what’s bad for you 
Let the games begin, let the games begin 
Switch positions act for the mice and men 
Mister Christian is on the loose again 
Pushed to decide - pushed to decide 
What were you thinking 
If you know what’s good for you 
Suffer the silence and then... 
What were you thinking 
If you know what’s bad for you 
Let the games begin, let the games begin...

Suffer The Silence

A song about my eldest daughter when she was 10. The most amazing child who unfortunately at that age was going through a period of self doubt. Beautiful Failure was how she saw herself, not how I saw her.


Beautiful failure, sooner or later we’ll say so long 
Unusual stranger, counting the days until the tide runs out 
We’re winding down 
Hey as long as you can smile you’re alive 
Won’t you stay and just breathe for a while 
You’re a mile away 
Beautiful failure, growing in greater than the sum of your parting 
Goodbye familiar alien, huddled with strangers round the fire 
Escaping the cold, don’t cry 
Hey as long as you can smile you’re alive 
Won’t you stay and just breathe for a while 
You’re a mile away 
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall 
And down comes cradle baby and all 
Beautiful failure, bolder and brighter than the sails 
That take you away
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Beautiful Failure

My Christmas song this year doesn't involve me singing. Santa Baby by Diva & Wilder Smith :) Enjoy

Santa Baby

White Christmas

Baby Please Come Home

Girl and the Ghost

Girl and the Ghost (LorD and Master Spectral Remix - Radio Edit)

Tigermixes

You Will Be Loved (Curt Smith & The Reverend Charlton Pettus Remix)

I'm a singer-songwriter-musician. (Yeah, I'm also half of Tears For Fears.) Thanks for giving my solo material a listen.

Mannequin

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