It's 5am in Hobart and we are drunk.
Our host has a Line 6.
We loop Classic FM until the track is barely recognisable.
By this time everyone is asleep and I've got free reign on the shred machine.
Then this happened...

Don't Wake The Guys

It's 5am again, this time in Rowella, an offshoot of the Tamar River.
I've probably been playing guitar and watching the birds for about 4 hours.
I saw the most amazing sunrise.
It was New Years Day.

Twilight

I mumble a lot.
This song wasn't finished.
It sounds jazzy.
I like jaz.

Darkest Hour

Hugo's Lament

This song is for Sam Alexander Sherry, though it isn't about him, I know he likes it a lot and I always play it for him when we are dirnking whiskey late at night.

The Wait Is Long

So Long (alt ar antligen i fred)

Recorded at Flying Simon's house of tubes in 2008.
Two wintry days with a microphone and two big cups of tea

Extreme Wheeze Is Dead

Walkin wise with their poison tongues and your lily skin they'll lick again with their lies.
Dry your eyes, make your bed, hold your pillow and watch the pictures in your head.
In your dreams, you are you and who are they to tell you who you are.
In your dreams you're Kings and Queens, you're coloured feathered or Nepalese, in your dreams.
In your mind, yay it's up to you, you can sail high seas, you can see them as no-one sees.
In your dreams, you are you, and who are they, to tell you who you are.

Dreems

A lot of songs are fairly loose ideas mumbled after hours at various stages of completion usually after a thousand cups of tea.
I can never really be bothered making "proper" versions so take it or leave it, jerks.

Let's Go To The Moon

This song has something of a big yellow taxi vibe, blah blah blah, go