Extremely heavy.  Feel this song resounds the loss of a child.  The experience is tortuous.

I remember hearing this the first time...and boy was it the right time... me and carri just...anyway..yeah, love this. timeless message...

Wow, Curt has a way with singing in a poetic kinda way and so touching.

The most personal song on the album. I wrote the lyrics on the flight home from the UK after my mother's funeral, the song was written to the lyrics. She wasn't the best mother because of her family background & the fact that we had an absent father, but she did "well enough alone". Also, to me the phrase summed up her solitary life bringing up three boys - well, enough, alone. Amazing what a comma can do.


Not ever-present 
Tense with tragedy 
Your part-time care 
Free abandoned you 
Deserted we... 
Leave, well enough, alone 
Your single hand 
Picked down through the sand 
To hold not to save 
You sink to the deep 
And cry well enough alone... 
Leave, well enough, alone 
Sleep walk my child 
With your innocent smile 
At the camera alone 
Hold-out for home 
You did well you did well you did well you did 
Well 
Enough 
Alone 
Leave, well enough alone

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Well Enough

A song about politics & our President. I was (and still am to a limited degree) a big supporter of Barack Obama, to the extent of gaining citizenship to vote for him. What I've realized since then is that the American political system is so broken that the only thing that gets you anywhere in Washington is money. There could be a poll stating that 80% of the country is in favor of something (you've seen them) but lobbyists & money will still win the day. I may be in love but he's always going to go for the money.


Laid bare for the big rig 
Drilling hope from the bottom of the slope 
That slips & bobs & backhand jobs 
For this greedy needy seedy kind of love 
Tied down loaded up 
Declaring love as you slide on the glove, pulling out 
Thirty one flavors of whipped up party favors 
For this greedy needy seedy kind of love 
I’m in love 
I’m in love 
With a porn star 
Deep blue & the devil she’s a 
Hot mess in her red party dress 
The mysterious stranger, the thrill & the danger of this 
Greedy needy seedy kind of love 
I’m in love 
I’m in love 
With a porn star 
Raised by friendly fire 
Tag team slot machine 
Climbing the pole & punching the hole 
Come to our senses & hold it against us in this 
Greedy needy seedy kind of love

Porn Star

Initially was written as a theme tune to an animated TV show that my friend and director Marcos Siega was doing. The show never got picked up but I loved the song. I felt it needed an orchestral arrangement (particularly cello) so I contacted Zoe Keating via twitter & the rest is history.


Look what you’ve done 
You’ve blown it all on vanity and sympathy 
See how you run 
A pot of gold and a bleeding heart to go with it 
When all is love and the hurt is gone 
We’ll all reach out to touch someone 
When every mother’s loving every son 
When all is love there’ll be love for everyone 
Look what you’ve lost 
Innocence and faith and save yourself at any cost 
Here’s what you’ll find 
When the bottom drops out 
When all is love and the hurt is gone 
We’ll all reach out to touch someone 
When every mother’s loving every son 
When all is love there’ll be love for everyone 
Close your eyes and it’s gone 
Don’t look down ‘til it’s over 
Hold on tight everyone 
We’re halfway home 
Look what you’ve done

All Is Love

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

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

Well Enough

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