The Scribbles Of A Madman

English Graffiti

Lovers On The Run

He's Not Me, She's Not You

Love Letters

One day while I was out fishing at the lake of creativity, strummin’ away on my the guitar, messing around with the same old chords I’ve played a million times before, suddenly that ‘something’ happend... 

It’s only ever happened a few times, but sometimes it feels like certain songs come to you fully formed & just write themselves This was one of those...

I’m currently writing an album that I plan to have out by the end of the year and as catchy as this little mother is, I don’t think it’s gonna make the cut. Rather than just leave it to fade away in the ever-growing vault of songs I never released, I just thought fuck it, I'll stick out the demo. It’s certainly one of my more poppier songs (watch ya back, Taylor!). Like Billie-Joe Armstrong with Good Riddance before me, this is my polite end of a relationship, 'fuck you...' hope you like it. 
- Henry

Henry Shaw & The Dancefloor Troubadours