BPD·BPD
Debut album

BPD official music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9x-lcsDyck

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Yeah, the door swings open, first cousin in the hallway,
He talks too loud, telling stories from the old days.
Aunt Dee is in the kitchen, humming with the soufflé,
Uncle Ray tunes his bass just to set the mood the cool way.
Kids run circles like a kick and a snare,
Grandma laughing in the corner with the rocking chair.
Chaos in the room but the beat feels fair,
Like every voice in the mix helps the rhythm stay square.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Cousin Malik starts rhyming at the table with the cracker pop,
Grandad taps time on the table with a steady knock.
Sister J lays smooth on the keys when the chatter stops,
Her chords feel warm like the lights on the treetop.
Someone burns the pudding but the smell feels right,
Talking over one another but nobody wants to fight.
It is messy like jazz on a late Friday night,
But the funk in the room keeps the whole thing tight.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Look around the room, every story has a tempo.
Some slow like snowfall, some quick like a stencil.
We clash, we blend, we bend, we settle.
Still we land on one chord when the moment turns gentle.
Call it luck or rhythm or something we grew,
Call it the season or the sound that we move to.
Call it a family that somehow stays true,
Even when the tune is crooked and the colours are new.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Fade heat in the kitchen, low light in the hall,
Bassline humming like it knows us all.
Voices drift soft as the snow starts to fall,
One wild family but one groove overall.

All in the Same Groove

Mostly instrumental lo-fi Jazz ultimate chillout

Lo-fi Jazz

The best is yet to come

Between a House and a Home

Aloha

Perfect Life (reprise)

Catch a breeze

Freshen up

Capo d'astro

Hopscotch

Her Perfect Life

Rain on the lake

'Blow the Wind Southerly' is a traditional English folk song from Northumbria. It tells of a woman desperately hoping for a southerly wind to blow her lover back home over the sea to her.

The chorus first appeared in print in the 1834 publication 'The Bishoprick Garland' by Cuthbert Sharp. The 1882 book 'Northumbrian Minstrelsy' published an arrangement by John Collingwood Bruce and John Stokoe of the chorus in D major and a 6/8 time signature. In the 1892 book 'Songs and Ballads of Northern England', Stokoe added three new verses written by John Stobbs, and it's this version of the lyrics that I've used here.

Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
The wind, South o'er the bonnie blue sea
Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me

They told me last night there were ships in the offing
And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea
But my eye could not see it
Wherever might be it
The bark that is bearing my lover to me

Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
The wind, South o'er the bonnie blue sea
Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me.

The ships there were many a blowin' and bowin'
And bending right o'er in the salty sea foam
Til my eye did behold it
As many had told it
The great bonnie ship of my lover come home

Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
The wind, South o'er the bonnie blue sea
Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me

My sweetheart had fared through the winter unfriendly
His ship came along in the early spring tide
Now my heartache is ended
All rifts now are mended
My lover will soon be right here by my side

Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
The wind, South o'er the bonnie blue sea
Blow the wind, Southerly Southerly Southerly blow
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me
Bonnie breeze, my lover to me

Blow the Wind Southerly

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Official Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9x-lcsDyck

Woke up a stranger in my skin
Chasing shadows I let in
Every mirror bends the frame
And I can’t remember if I’m still the same

Hold me close, then let me fall
I’m not sure I’m here at all

I’m all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I’m all glass edges, I can’t choose
Every win feels like a bruise

A thousand colors in a breath
I taste forever, then regret
Every heartbeat splits in two
And every truth feels like it isn’t true

Touch my hand, it disappears
Whisper loud inside my ears

I’m all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I’m all glass edges, I can’t choose
Every win feels like a bruise

I’m a fire in the flood
A rose that blooms in blood
And I don’t know who I’ll be
When you turn the key

[Chorus repeat softer then build] 
I’m all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay

Based on the 2011 hit by Gotye, "Somebody That I Used To Know". I've used the same lyrical structure and timing, but re-written the lyrics and set them to a Latin beat which seemed to fit so well...

Every day I wake to blue-white buzzing weather,
Little pings that taste like sugar to my mind;
Told myself it’s only “staying close together,”
Yet I feel hollow keeping windows open wide;
All this frictionless stuff steals the space I meant to treasure.

After lunch I slip into another rabbit,
Finger learns the loop and never wants to stop;
Swore I’d only check a single harmless topic,
Blink another hour, there it goes, ker-plop;
It’s a hall of mirrors feeding back a glowing habit.

But I didn’t have to check it all,
Act like every tiny notice is a sacred summons;
And I don’t even want that pull,
But it leads me like a puppy on a velvet rope;
No, I shouldn’t let the minutes go,
Watch my plans dissolve to banners and a thousand pop-ups;
I guess I don’t need any more
Now it’s just a timeline that I used to scroll.

Every thought I chase gets dressed in neon headlines,
Promises of wisdom waiting past the fold;
Tell myself I learn from every clickbait headline,
But the lesson’s mostly “how to lose control;”
Every “just one more” becomes a chain of little bylines.

You say I’m why your calendar keeps stalling,
But you built the door and walked inside to stay;
Blamed me when your quiet felt too sprawling,
Used my noise to hide within a crowd all day;
If you needed room, you could have set your phone to silent
Don’t pretend I crept in, stole your time away.

No, we didn’t have to chase it all,
Treat a flicker like a lifeline or a rare fulfillment;
And we don’t even want that pull,
Let it hum without a handle on our daily ritual;
No, we shouldn’t let the minutes go,
Trade our dreams for little circles filling up with motion;
Guess we don’t need any more
Now it’s just a timeline that we used to scroll.

A timeline that I used to scroll…
A timeline I don’t need to scroll.

A timeline that I used to scroll

BPD·In the Walls

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I'll never get used to it
The weight of it
Draped across my chest
Every time I get undressed
And I know the signs of it
Your eyes are somewhere else
Your mood is dark as fear
Of the voices that you hear

In the walls
Where the light gets in
I am here
Oh
But you're not
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck
In the walls
Oh
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck

You say that I'm cold and mean
I say you're a drama queen
This house is such a mess
And there's anger on your breath
I wanna believe you
But I need you to follow through
'Cause I know that it's a choice
To listen to that voice

In the walls
Where the light gets in
I am here
Oh
But you're not
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck
In the walls
Oh
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck
In the walls
Where the light gets in
I am here
Oh
But you're not
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck

I don't wanna lie with you
In that mausoleum
There's gotta be another way
But how the hell would I know?
I don't wanna die with you
In your mausoleum
There's gotta be another way
But how the hell would I know?

In the walls
Where the light gets in
I am here
Oh
But you're not
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck
In the walls
Oh
I just can't find where you begin
It's like you're stuck
In the walls

In the Walls

BPD·Help Me (reprise)

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Another night grows heavy
Eyes are barely open
In the quietness I'm chocking
Pain is left unspoken

You don't see, you can't see, what you think isn't me
In my head, in my mind, there's a raging
Like a weight, in my chest, crushing down like a test
And I'm falling inside, I am failing

Please forgive me, please don't leave me
Help me, help me, help me
Please just hold me, stop me falling
Help me, help me, help me oh

I know that trust is breakin'
I can't pull you closer
When the shadows start to clear
Will we both be over?

It's the same, worn old song, and I'm screaming along
In my head, in my mind, like I'm dying
All the doubt, and the blame, and my love and my shame
It's not you, this is me, and I'm trying

Please forgive me, please don't leave me
Help me, help me, help me
Please just hold me, stop me falling
Help me, help me, help me oh

Help Me (reprise)

BPD·Broken

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Body in the backseat
Mind out on the street
Soul in a casket
Heart in a basket
Feet in the river
Dreams in the shiver

Legs on the dashboard
And hands on the floor

Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello

Life is a beauty
I'm the little monster
Life is a predator
And I'm the monster
I'm the cancer
And life's the monster
My life is a beauty
And I'm the cancer

Head in the cloud
But my eyes on the ground

Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello

Broken

BPD·My Black Dog

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It creeps it crawls it bites
My Black Dog got teeth tonight
Scratches at the door
Wants to settle in for more

Oh the hurt
Yeah the dirt

My Black Dog is here again
My Black Dog when will it end
My Black Dog is my best friend
So it seems

Swirling thoughts never cease
No quiet no peace
He whispers in my ear
Every single fear

Oh the shame
It's all the same

My Black Dog is here again
My Black Dog when will it end
My Black Dog is my best friend
So it seems

My Black Dog is here again
My Black Dog when will it end
My Black Dog is my best friend
So it seems

My Black Dog

BPD·Invisible

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You trace the outline of my skin
But never feel the weight beneath
I'm speaking in a broken code
You only catch the shallow breath I leave
You think the storm has passed
But I'm still caught in the undertow

You're reaching out with steady hands
I'm falling through the floorboards slow

You don't see it, you just see me
Smiling with the cracks pulled tight
You don't feel it, you just feel me
Slipping further out of sight
I'm here beside you, yet I'm not
You hold my body, but not my night

You light the room with easy words
But shadows answer back to me
You call it silence, I call it fire
That burns without a flame to see
You think I've chosen distance
I'm tangled in an endless wire

You're steady like a metronome
I'm the space between the time

You don't see it, you just see me
Smiling with the cracks pulled tight
You don't feel it, you just feel me
Slipping further out of sight
I'm here beside you, yet I'm not
You hold my body, but not my night

If I could hand you what I carry
Would you still stay, or let it fall?
I keep it hidden in my marrow
But it poisons every call

You don't see it, you just see me
Smiling with the cracks pulled tight
You don't feel it, you just feel me
Slipping further out of sight

Invisible

BPD·Emetic

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My brain
Unplugged
Flatline
Has stopped
And I'm falling
In love
Falling
Apart
And I can't
Control
The
Spasms

Is this
Normal?

My throat
Is burning
Like fire
Is building
Inside
And it's bursting
In fountains
In torrents
In waterfalls
It floods
My soul
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it

I can't stop it

In my dreams
There's blood
It's your blood
I wash my hands
I keep
Washing
But my hands
Are stained
Stained
Like a map
To my sins

Is this
Normal?

My throat
Is burning
Like fire
Is building
Inside
And it's bursting
In fountains
In torrents
In waterfalls
It floods
My soul
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it

Emetic

BPD·Monochrome

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There's a man from hell inside my mind
Have to chain him up all the time
And I couldn't find the strength to keep him bound
Without that dirty sprite to cool me down

'Cause I just can't see in grey
But if I want to live then I have to
That's why I spend all my days
Killing all my brain cells with you
And I need you now
Please don't run out
I can't live without you
Please don't run out on me now

Gotta help me deal with all this grind
Help me keep a task in my mind
And without you in my life I'd be unwound
Tied up in canvas straps to keep me bound

'Cause I just can't see in grey
But if I want to live then I have to
That's why I spend all my days
Killing all my brain cells with you
And I need you now
Please don't run out
I can't live without you
Please don't run out on me now


I know it's not salvation, it's a cage I built inside
But without the numbness flowing, there's no place for me to hide
If I burn these wings to ashes, will that devil finally die?

You know I built my church from paper cups
Prayed for silence but I had no luck
Every sip's a hymn to block out all the sound
But in the silence drags me underground

'Cause I just can't see in grey
But if I want to live then I have to
That's why I spend all my days
Killing all my brain cells with you
And I need you now
Please don't run out
I can't live without you
Please don't run out on me now

Monochrome

BPD·ID8

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the shit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

BPD·Unraveling

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I'm the voice inside
The one you can't confide in
The echo you deny

I'm the sudden storm
The flood without a warning
The calm that breaks by morning
The fear you can't outrun

I'm the paper skin
The fire that burns within
The wound that never heals

I'm the fading light
The dream that pulls you under
And holds you down while you choke
And try to scream but can't
The fragile sound of thunder
The glass you can't repair

I'm the fractured song
The silence all along
The place you don't belong

I'm the falling tide
The sea that keeps on turning
The ache that keeps on burning
The shadow you embrace

Unraveling

BPD·Help Me

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Another night grows heavy
Eyes are barely open
In the quietness I'm chocking
Pain is left unspoken

You don't see, you can't see, what you think isn't me
In my head, in my mind, there's a raging
Like a weight, in my chest, crushing down like a test
And I'm falling inside, I am failing

Please forgive me, please don't leave me
Help me, help me, help me
Please just hold me, stop me falling
Help me, help me, help me oh

I know that trust is breakin'
I can't pull you closer
When the shadows start to clear
Will we both be over?

It's the same, worn old song, and I'm screaming along
In my head, in my mind, like I'm dying
All the doubt, and the blame, and my love and my shame
It's not you, this is me, and I'm trying

Please forgive me, please don't leave me
Help me, help me, help me
Please just hold me, stop me falling
Help me, help me, help me oh

Help Me

BPD·BPD

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Woke up a stranger in my skin
Chasing shadows I let in
Every mirror bends the frame
And I can't remember if I'm still the same

Hold me close, then let me fall
I'm not sure I'm here at all

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I'm all glass edges, I can't choose
Every win feels like a bruise

A thousand colors in a breath
I taste forever, then regret
Every heartbeat splits in two
And every truth feels like it isn't true

Touch my hand, it disappears
Whisper loud inside my ears

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I'm all glass edges, I can't choose
Every win feels like a bruise

I'm a fire in the flood
A rose that blooms in blood
And I don't know who I'll be
When you turn the key

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay

BPD·Out of My Head

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My old ways
They keep me down
And I feel so ashamed
When I look around
I don't want to live this way
But it's all I know
Yeah I feel so afraid
When I'm all alone

I get out of my head
Try to keep my mind busy
Until I am dead
To the world around me
I get out of my head
I get out of my head
I get out of my head
I get out of my head

My old friends
Well they're still here
They're never leavin'
They stay so near
I don't want to live this way
But it's all I know
And I feel so afraid
When I'm all alone

I get out of my head
Try to keep my mind busy
Until I am dead
To the world around me
I get out of my head
I get out of my head
I get out of my head
I get out of my head

Yeah I know I'm gone
I get out of my head
Try to keep my mind busy
Until I am dead
To the world around me

I get out of my head
Try to keep my mind busy
Until I am dead
To the world around me
I get out of my head
I get out of my head
I get out of my head

Out of My Head

BPD·ID8 (radio edit)

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the bit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

ID8 (radio edit)

Thirty-two years, and I’m still learning your name,
Every line, every smile, still feels the same.
We’ve been through storms, I’ve caused some pain,
But you never walked away, you stayed through the rain.

You held it down when I lost my way,
You gave me time, and your love never strayed.
I see now what I should’ve seen before,
You’re the reason I’m the man I’ve become, and more.

You are my home, my heart, my peace,
The only place my soul feels free.
Through all the tears, the years we’ve known,
You never let me face it alone.
No matter where this life may go,
You are my home.

We’ve been broken, rebuilt, and still we rise,
Now I see forever when I look in your eyes.
It ain’t perfect, but it’s true,
Every hard lesson just led me back to you.

And now we love in a deeper way,
Not the fairytale, but the real every day.
You’re my anchor, my reason to try,
You lift me up when the world runs dry.

You are my home, my heart, my peace,
The only place my soul feels free.
Through all the tears, the years we’ve known,
You never let me face it alone.
No matter where this life may go,
You are my home.

I’ll keep learning how to love you better,
Every day a little more than ever.
You’re the melody I can’t forget,
The sweetest song my soul has met.

You are my home, my heart, my peace,
The only love that’s meant for me.
Through every trial, through every unknown,
You are, and always will be, my home.

Sharon… after all this time,
I still choose you. Every day.
You are my home. Every day.

You Are My Home

Yeah, the door swings open, first cousin in the hallway,
He talks too loud, telling stories from the old days.
Aunt Dee is in the kitchen, humming with the soufflé,
Uncle Ray tunes his bass just to set the mood the cool way.
Kids run circles like a kick and a snare,
Grandma laughing in the corner with the rocking chair.
Chaos in the room but the beat feels fair,
Like every voice in the mix helps the rhythm stay square.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Cousin Malik starts rhyming at the table with the cracker pop,
Grandad taps time on the table with a steady knock.
Sister J lays smooth on the keys when the chatter stops,
Her chords feel warm like the lights on the treetop.
Someone burns the pudding but the smell feels right,
Talking over one another but nobody wants to fight.
It is messy like jazz on a late Friday night,
But the funk in the room keeps the whole thing tight.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Look around the room, every story has a tempo.
Some slow like snowfall, some quick like a stencil.
We clash, we blend, we bend, we settle.
Still we land on one chord when the moment turns gentle.
Call it luck or rhythm or something we grew,
Call it the season or the sound that we move to.
Call it a family that somehow stays true,
Even when the tune is crooked and the colours are new.

All in the same groove, even when we move strange,
Different little melodies but nothing needs to change.
Christmas on the downbeat, family in the frame,
Funny how the harmony grows from every name.

Faded heat in the kitchen, low light in the hall,
Bassline humming like it knows us all.
Voices drift soft as the snow starts to fall,
One wild family but one groove overall.

All in the Same Groove (soul mix)

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One hot summer’s day in the early 1980s, a troubled young schoolkid was being supervised alone in the music room for some forgotten misdemeanor. He spent the period playing a drum kit for the first time in his life, and when he was ready to go, the student teacher who had been supervising signed off his report card with the fateful words: “excellent drummer!”

Throughout the ’90s and ’00s, I played drums in “happy-clappy” churches up and down the country, as well as in college, where I toured with a band named Kurios. I’ve always had music in me. I never properly learned to play a “real” instrument — but why would an undiagnosed autistic kid with ADD want to pluck strings or blow through reeds when he can just hit things?!

These days, as I’m getting older (55) and increasingly disabled (I can no longer manage a full drum kit), I’ve finally found ways to get the music out of my head and into yours through the wonders of technology. I record everything in my home studio using a humble Arturia Minilab 3, a PC running Reaper, and a whole range of tools and plugins.

Now, on the use of AI, let me be absolutely clear:

I do not support the swamping of streaming platforms with “AI slop.” However, as an IT professional with fairly extensive knowledge and experience of AI, I also do not support the indiscriminate dismissal and castigation of any and all use of AI in music production — or any of the arts, for that matter. And as a drummer, I suppose I got over it years ago, back when we were being replaced in studios by computers from the late ’80s onward..!

For me, AI is just another tool in the artist’s toolbox — one that helps me massively shorten and simplify my workflows, and one that’s helped to elevate my craft to something much closer to professionally produced work. I don’t sing (very well), but with AI tools such as Ace Studio, Audime, or Suno Studio, I can turn my own voice — or even simple musical notation — into just about any vocal I can imagine.

I don’t play guitar (at all — I’ve got tiny sausage fingers), but with AI I can turn any melody hammered out on my MIDI controller into a lead guitar, bass riff, or just about any other instrument. I’m a musician, but I’m also an engineer, and I hope those skills — along with my hard work and passion — come through in my music and set it apart from the AI slop which is becoming so prevalent . 🙏🙏🙏 (And yes, I did have ChatGPT proof read this Bio, which is why it's full of em-dash symbols 😅)

As for the lyrics in my songs — the stories they tell — those are all me. They come from my life experiences, and from the obsessive scribbling of the angsty autistic teenager who still lives in my head and believes his poetry is so deeply profound. 😅

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