Love the variety in your music. Keep up the great work!

A country-soul anthem about trading whiskey for the rush of real love. “Don't Need Bourbon” is a story of second chances and finding the only high you’ll ever need in the arms of someone true. From smoky regret to that first unforgettable taste of devotion—this song raises a glass to the kind of love you can’t put down. For fans of heartfelt storytelling and classic modern country vibes.



Don't Need Bourbon

“He Lied in F Minor”
(slow soul confession — minimal, aching, unflinching)

[Verse 1 – DEINE Stimme]
That single note is hangin’
In the air between the lies
And for the first time, darlin’
I don’t even wanna cry
Your breathing has a rhythm
That was never meant for me
It's the sound of someone peaceful
Who was never truly free

[Pre-Chorus]
And the velvet feels like sandpaper
And your skin feels like a room
I just rented for an hour
To escape a bigger tomb

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
But he never played the chord
Just a single, lonely promise
That my heart could not afford
Yeah, he lied in F minor
With a touch that felt so true
But the saddest note, my darling,
Was the one he left for you

[Verse 2]
The silence ain’t romantic—
It’s a spotlight on the cracks
I’m staring at your shoulder blades
Like I could take the truth back
You dream like you got nothin’
Buried under your regret
But I hear the tremble in your breath
Like a debt you still don't get

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your hands were made for music
But they only played my skin
No harmony, no melody—
Just the ache of where you’ve been

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
With a whisper sweet as sin
Played my body like a piano
But never let the song begin
Yeah, he lied in F minor
And I sang along, too proud
But the quiet note he left me
Was the only one allowed

[Bridge – stripped back, nearly a cappella]
There’s a difference between broken
And just never really whole
You weren’t a thief, my love—
Just someone without a soul

[Final Chorus – barely sung, more like spoken truth]
He lied in F minor
And it echoed through my chest
Like a hymn without a heaven
Or a vow without a rest
No crescendo, no closure
Just a dissonant goodbye
He lied in F minor—
And I still don’t know why.

[Outro – one last broken F note on the piano, let it ring]

He Lied in F Minor

ocean eyes closed lyrics:
Verse 1
Drifting where the silence grows,
breathing slow, the current knows.
Shadows fall, the tide pulls me,
blue horizons, endlessly.

Chorus (loopable)
Ocean eyes closed, I’m sinking slow,
waves inside me, let it all go.
Ocean eyes closed, I drift below,
lost in the water, nobody knows.

Verse 2
Weightless in a velvet deep,
dreams dissolve, the secrets keep.
Whispers echo, soft and low,
underneath, the rivers flow.

Chorus (loopable)
Ocean eyes closed, I’m sinking slow,
waves inside me, let it all go.
Ocean eyes closed, I drift below,
lost in the water, nobody knows.

Outro (hummed / whispered)
mmm… ocean eyes closed…
mmm… letting it go…

i'm in your orbit

Black Leather

Downtempo, alt-Pop, Lounge Pop, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Exotica

Pippa plays (Pippa only wears tights for you tonight)

"Meow" French version ... the original lyrics.

Miaou

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

Once it was the land of Iggy and Jim
Now it's the land of Donald Duck
What the fuck happened to this place
Where you could get away with a little bit of anarchy
And where you didn't have to watch your tongue

Once it was the land of Iggy and Jim
Now it's the land of Donald Duck
Once it was the land of Iggy and Jim
Now it's the land of Donald Duck
What the fuck

What the fuck happened to this place
Where you could get away with a little bit of anarchy
And where you didn't have to watch your tongue

Once it was the land of Iggy and Jim
Now it's the land of Donald Duck
Once it was the land of Iggy and Jim
Now it's the land of Donald Duck
What the fuck

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Land Of Iggy And Jim

Buy at Bandcamp

You walked past me

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Moonlight on 57th Street

Email: enquiries@asinine.co.uk
Asinine is an independent label and the vehicle for my current projects:  BPD and Gepetto Trio.
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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. 😅

A timeline that I used to scroll

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