Six Songs (2021-2023)

See her taking all the busy routes
Or try to find a way that’s new
Ready to pretend she takes a phone call

Hear a whistle from a passing wolf
Will the braking lights be coming on?
Scanning her surroundings for a camera

If she’s smiles at the things
That you’re shouting out
It doesn’t mean
That she’s putting out
It’s a smile that’s designed to bide time for her latest escape

Living in a world of fear
In her head
Don’t turn around

There’s a cigarette she wears away now
Breathing out the holes she falls down
Don’t turn around

There’s a cigarette she wears away now
Breathing out the holes she falls down
Don’t turn around

"You're too pretty not to smile"
"Stick around just for a while"
"Just cheer up"
"I like the way you look"
"It might never happen after all"

Do you know who’s responsible? (For all this mess)
It’s my brother
My father
And my silence

Go Getter Man (Fake Phone Call)

Sometimes the bad things you lose outweigh the good things you lose, and vice versa. We all wrestle with this over time.

We were born to move the world
To challenge the old
We did conspire to crush all of the liars
We’d never be told
Oh no
But it’s all behind us now

I've made peace with my past
With the memories I've lost
With the memories I’ve got
I’ll never fit neatly in that little box
That is tied with a bow
Oh no
Cos it’s all behind me now that I’m just looking forwards

The sun is left behind me
All I see is
All I see is
All I see is shadows in my way
To make me pause
To stray me from the course

I miss the summer sun that used to light up your face
The smiles you gave so freely are now just gone without trace
Oh no
But it’s all behind me
Now that I’m just looking more to the future.

The sun is left behind me
All I see is
All I see is
All I see is shadows in my way
To make me pause
To stray me from the course

But that is not what a man’s supposed to do
Sat around in the house just feeling blue
Cos it’s all behind me
All behind me
All behind me now

But that is not what a man’s supposed to do
Sat around in the house just feeling blue
Cos it’s all behind you
All behind you
All behind it’s true

You know you just shouldn’t waste it
Sat around getting wasted
Cos It’s all behind you
All behind you
All behind you now

All Behind Me

Don’t go swimming in the lake this Summer
They don’t know how pure the water is that wets your lips
Don’t be first to skate on ice this Winter
They don’t know how fragile is the skin you’re cutting in

The greatest danger
Is never to risk anything at all
Share your dreams with others and you’ll fall and never surface

You laugh too much and risk appearing a fool
You fight too hard and risk the breaking of a rule
Thanks for slowing our recovery

Don’t go rolling up your sleeve for freedom
They don’t know what risks there are - you could be paralysed

The greatest danger
Is never to risk anything at all
Share your dreams with others and you’ll fall and never surface

You laugh too much and risk appearing a fool
You fight too hard and risk the breaking of a rule
Thanks for slowing our recovery

They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it like their Earl Grey

They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it like their Merlot

They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it like their Earl Grey

They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it
They don’t know what’s in it like their Guacamole
Mascarpone

To give your love and not be loved

Guacamole (They Don’t Know What’s In It)

The suits might have changed but the nightmare remains as I wake up
Reflection betrays the few hopes I retained
Am I still alive?

I’m weighing up the costs between
Filling My belly and warming my bones
What do you think?
Who do you see? 
Someone who you think you never will be

Grey skin wrinkled by the winds of years that blew right past me
Only old men miss old men these days

The cold is alive
An acquaintance I now know so well
A creature they made
To devour the voice I once had
Devour the voice that I once had

Only old men miss old men

“Who the hell are Rush?
It’s just a t shirt after all.”

“Who the hell are Rush?
It’s just a t shirt after all”

After all so,
I’m weighing up the costs between
Filling My belly and warming my bones
What do you think?
Who do you see? 
Someone who you think you never will be

Grey skin wrinkled by the winds of years that blew right past me
Only old men miss old men these days

The cold is alive
An acquaintance I now know so well
A creature they made
To devour the voice I once had
Devour the voice that I once had

Take a look at me and wonder when
Take a look at me and wonder when I’ll reach the end

The suits might have changed
But the nightmare still remains
Feed my belly
Warm my bones tonight

67 Gone Under

A song about the difficulties of originality in song-writing. I like the story of Paul McCartney dreaming the melody to ‘Yesterday’ and him not believing it was original :)


Innocent channeling
Or guilty of
Plagiarism
Through my prism of waves
All I’ll ever know
Is your discarded rag and bone
That I recycle and remold
For new

I tried to copyright
All of these chords
Litigation
On the occasion I’m judged
Only trouble is
That they are standards of an age
When mainstream jazz was all the rage
In town

Slow it down
Speed it up
Change the key
I try to find a way to hide reality
What goes around comes around and around
Until it ends with me

Innocent channeling
Or guilty of
Plagiarizing
You
And you

Rag and Bone

My daughter plays a bit of Cello on this one. She’s a member of the Teesside Open Orchestra for children with SEND.

We worry when the roots will grow back in the aisles 
Then terrorise the soul who’s trained to answer back with blatant lies
My war - rages in between the hours of 5 and 4
Your war - gets the better of me all the time it does it does

Your War
My War
Your Five
Against my Four

When I see the Poppies bleed the Autumn hue
Should I call for Mother or some morphine in my veins now that I’m done
My war - rages in between the hours of 5 and 4
Your war - gets the better of me all the time it does it does it does

Your War
My War
Your Five
Against my Four

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-65308769 

Master of disguise
I reach out in this easy listening style
Cos I don’t surmise
You’ll embrace Nails by Benefits
Want to talk about the double standards

So I need to know 
Oh do we really have a common foe?
Hindering our growth
Or is it just the usual lies from
Thrones so well entrenched they stupefy us

Stifling mists
On lost horizons
Flooding airwaves
Always punching downwards
Double standards

All that he said
Words as welcome as a hole in the head

Easy to say
Post fail lectures pay their way

The need for change just withers
If we accept it all

Pushing all the blame
Passing on the shame
To us

It’s not a hurricane
A flood with only God to blame
It’s not like it’s a natural disaster

Shall we grasp your words
And hope they drag us clear of all the dirt
Who is really hurt?
Who’ll sacrifice ambitions for
A greater good defined by those who caused it

Stifling mists
On lost horizons
Flooding airwaves
Always punching downwards
Double standards

All that he said
Words as welcome as a hole in the head

Easy to say
Post fail lectures pay their way

The need for change just withers
If we accept it all

Pushing all the blame
Passing on the shame

It’s not a hurricane
A flood with only God to blame
It’s not like it’s a natural disaster

The need for change just withers
If we accept it all

Pushing all the blame
Passing on the shame

Huw's Easy Listen

Here is a new version of a track I wrote last year.

Tuning is C G C G C D with Capo high up on 6th Fret. Song is in the key of F# alternating between major (verse & bridge) and minor (chorus).

Lyrics:
There’s a man I know
Who likes to hide behind
To tear the pages of the books he finds

He is a man
Of course a male disease
That spoils the ending of the lives we lead

As you read he will smile
At the thought of knowing he decides

See the man who hides
Between words so wise
He picks out the ones that are new

He will hide behind
Until he can find
A life to unbind
And ruin

I saw him once
When I moved a book
He ran away before a second look

Cursed his luck
He was seen
Terrified he’ll never tease and deceive

See the man who hides
Between words so wise
He picks out the ones that are new

He will wait behind
Until he can find
A life to unbind
And ruin

He hurries home
The pages they are thrown
Into the fire as he tries to warm alone
So alone

Library Man

In shadows cast by his conscience
He hides
The dual embrace of regrets
And lies

A symphony of contrition
Repeats
His senses grind to a halt
As he leaps

Is he 4 Real?
Yes he can view the world with wide open eyes
Is he 4 Real?
Yes he can be the child whose too raw to lie

All the beauty of devoted butterflies
They decorate the sky above the cherry blossom blanket

The Sakura bleeds
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white to purge the demons out

Is he 4 real?
Is he 4 real?

He
A Cherry Blossom Tree
That stands to reason
Stands to reason

All the beauty of devoted butterflies
They decorate the sky above the cherry blossom blanket

The Sakura bleeds
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white to purge the demons out

Sakura Bleeds

In the eye of the storm
You retreat black and blue
As the spark dissipated
He’s still burning you

But “I’m happy” you say
Fill your world with excuses
And pull down your sleeves
To hide scars from view
Then button your blouse
To cover a bruise

He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins
Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains
You are a canvas daubed with paint
His purple handprints decorate
The marks that show how much he loves you now

It wasn’t in your wedding vows
Destroy, Destroy, Destroy
“But every couple have their rows”
Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

At the start you were strong
But then gradually worn
By disgust in his eyes
At the things you did wrong

But just now and again
He gives you some glimpses
Of who he once was
A smile at the bar

He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins
Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains
You are a canvas daubed with paint
His purple handprints decorate
The marks that show how much he loves you now

It wasn’t in your wedding vows
Destroy, Destroy, Destroy
“But every couple have their rows”
Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

He smiles just enough to make you hesitate
A rose on your pillow means he’ll maybe change his ways

You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

The Grip

My Midas touch is turning your bones to golden rust
Poured my heart and soul
Till it overflowed 
And drowned you out

We walk immersed in an ocean of chemicals we curse
At the wretched moon
Pulling on our legs
Till we get home

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

You little thief
you knelt down to pray in your defeat
And you made me king
And you ruled our world
Like nowhere else

Summer song, 
I’m singing the words that made you strong
It’s an ego thing
That will curve your wing
And make you soar

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re gold

But those moments were so rare
Disappointment in your tears
As the mist descended

Dreams that wandered through the air
Never fell back down to Earth
Through the mist descending
I won’t go back there until you say

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re gold

Heavy Metal Ambitions

It’s no good pretending
Denying
He almost crushed your soul
With the weight of his wise wise words

Just go on believing
You’re happy
He didn’t cling to you
Like the smoke on his old clothes

Like a wind-up toy
Dead in bed and sick with the grief
All joy stolen by a ruthless thief

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

She stays up through the darkness
With Angels
Waiting in her mind 

Like a wind-up toy
Dead in bed and sick with the grief
All joy stolen by a ruthless thief

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

See the fire that is in her eyes
In her eyes
When the demons left her terrified
Terrified

Harsh words result
From lack of intent
What’s wrong with you tonight?

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

Wind-up Toy

Our love was born upon the shore
Beneath the dome of sequins
Our hands compressed into the sand
We slow-danced through the shallows

And the stones that skimmed
Were the ones we threw together

We claim this shore for us alone
A landscape crafted for our love
As the sun sets on us
As the sun sets on us
This is our shore
Our shore

On our return we brought a friend
Our first born’s cautious wading
But soon he’s running from the shore
Chasing dreams of his own making

And the stones that skimmed
Were the ones we threw together

We claim this shore for us alone
A landscape crafted for our love
As the sun sets on us
As the sun sets on us
This is our shore
Our shore

The steady heartbeat of the waves
The sinking sand of our past
This is our shore
Our shore

Just as we’re on our own again
An Autumn fog descended
Your light surrendered to the sea
A life so cruelly ended  

Now the stones don’t skim
They just drag beneath the waves

We claim this shore for us alone
A landscape crafted for our love
As the sun sets on us
As the sun sets on us
This is our shore
Our shore

Our Shore

The Gifted House

Guitar Tuning: D A D F# B C# with Capo on 1st fret

Oh No
Another miscalculation
White knuckles all the way
I should have stayed in lane
And recognised my weaknesses
Are here to stay

This town
A parallel note of caution
That was sorely needed
To change the narrative
But now there’s far too many words
To place in the way
Of us

Add a little love don’t take away
As they divide us from each other 
Multiply the positives between us
Moderate the negative signs
Smooth the wayward course of all the variables
Measure underlying growth

Oh God
Another fiscal adjustment
The very sort of thing
Sneaked through at 5pm
On a Friday fixed upon
Death-bed tributes
Just a ruse

Add a little love don’t take away
As they divide us from each other 
Multiply the positives between us
Moderate the negative signs
Smooth the wayward course of all the variables
Measure underlying growth

And if you loved me just a fraction more
Then it would always be much more than I deserved it 
And if you cancel me out what remains?
Well just an empty vessel with no chance to taste it
No chance to taste it

Oh No
Another miscalculation

BAD MATH

Guitar tuning is: C F C g c d. 

Caught in a storm
The lucid beginnings are long gone
No escape from the storm
The lucid beginnings
Destroyed by a torrent
That’s pushing her under the sea

She clings to the sides
With her nails digging in
As the storm rages on
She just turns within herself

Here comes the storm
A deluge, a maelstrom before long
Fear the storm
A deluge, a maelstrom
That pushes her under
So much that she struggles to breathe

The lights that diminish
To nothing but black
How can I 
How can I
See her safe to shore

When you make it out the storm
It’s so beautiful to me

When you make it out the storm
It’s so beautiful

Doireann

Here's the daft lyrics:

Thelma made me lose my glasses in the snow
Put her Cold hands up my back when I said no

As she took the beer bottle from my hand, and said
There's a church I know where we can raise some hell

Losers on a Christmas Eve
See out 1983
We were losers on a Christmas Eve
Please forgive us for we know not what we do

So the shepherds washed their socks at Midnight Mass
Shout "The Holy Goat" she dared me. We'll run fast!

Then she kicked my left shoe all the way back home
And she made a perfect angel in the virgin snow

Losers on a Christmas Eve
See out 1983
We were losers on a Christmas Eve
Please forgive us for we know not what we do

So you went and built a snowman
But I'm sure that carrot doesn't go there
Thirty Christmases have past us
And we're still the losers we were

Losers on a Christmas Eve
See out 1983
We were losers on a Christmas Eve
Please forgive us for we know not what we do

Losers on a Christmas Eve

One of my songs I seem to like more than others.

Making Waves

A song I've revisited recently and changed the title to better reflect what I'm going on about :)

Break the Chairs

She turns away again to laugh behind a bitten fist
She turns away again to laugh

She thinks that she can reconcile my demons with my gods
She needs the world to know, “Believe in me, Believe in me”

Good God I think she’s turning into my Mother
Good God I think she’s turning into my Mother 

When you gonna give this up
When you gonna give a little something
More to hold on to
So I know it’s you

When you gonna give this up
When you gonna give a little something
More to hold on to
So I know it’s you

But underneath she’s just as canny as they come for sure
She pleads so loud and proud “Believe in me, Believe in me”


Erudite Girl

Take a look around my home 
It's a perfect little hideaway for me to own
This pretty village set my name you know
Generations used their minds to hollow out the stones

This will be our little secret
Cross your heart and hope to die today

Time will pass us by and
We can be gone within the blink of an eye
We can hold each other in the eye of the storm
We will be strong against the face of it all

Keep me in this little box
The outside world is not compatible with me
Shut the door on your way out
Call again when hell has frozen over yes I mean it

This will be our little secret
Cross your heart and hope to die today

Time will pass us by and
We can be gone within the blink of an eye
We can hold each other in the eye of the storm
We will be strong against the face of it all

I'm a force of nature
Like a wet weekend
This will be our little secret
I'm a rock of ages
Like a sad old man
This will be our little secret

Hikikomori

Somewhere else
That's where I'd rather be tonight
Counting those beans wasnt quite up my street
Been round the block all those times you see

Look at me now
Back of a pantomime cow
Hidden away with my head in the past
kidding myself that Im not going to miss her at all

Where's that giant
He's behind you
Slay that giant
He's behind you
Oh no he isn't
He's behind you

Hard to walk
Behind another mans stride so broad
Just as I left she asked him to stay
Dastardly prince took my beauty away

Back in the wings
Peek through the curtains what do I see
My beautiful girl is led to her seat
By the bull of a man wholl laugh at my comedy teats

As she turns with the ice cream on her lips
She is laughing as they lead her to the door

Some day I'll have a different part to play
Cos I miss her and I need her here tonight




Pantomime Cow

I have always loved the lyrics to this song and Big Country lyrics in general, notwithstanding the brilliant guitar harmonies that are also in the original and characterises the BC sound - please check the original out at: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1032u_big-country-in-a-big-country_music and buy the original BC album - its a classic!

The phrase "not expecting to grow flowers in the desert - but I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime" has always stayed close to me over the years. RIP Stuart Adamson - a true genius.

In a Big Country

Hello Everyone. Unbelievably, I've now managed to reach 50 years of age relatively unscathed thanks to my wife and daughter who I love very much. So I just thought I would do my own version of this wonderful Tom Odell song, "Grow Old With Me". My daughter is also on this one if you listen careffully! Please check out the professional original at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rgHYP0dD_4

Grow Old With Me

Like the daughter of a drunk who's left to bleed
I'll be glad when your gone but I'll miss the chance to believe in you

I'm just taking my time to work this
There's just too many hours in the day

Like the waves in the sea driven mad by the storm
I just long for the shore where I'll sink through the sand to your core

I'm just taking my time to work this
There's just too many hours in the day
I'm just taking my time

Until I find myself
Falling like thousand stones
Damning up the stream below
But the time flows beneath
Cos there's far too many hours in the day

Like a cough in the throat time cannot be suppressed
But time can be stretched like a breath can pretend to be deep
I'm just taking my time

Until I find myself
Falling like thousand stones
Damning up the stream below
But the time flows beneath
Cos there's far too many hours in the day
But the time flows beneath
Cos there's far too many hours in the day



Time Flows

Will you speak to me?
With that halo on your head
Goddess, Angel, Witch
I never know the difference

Embrace the loss
And find your cross
And show them who can carry on

You know the score
It’s all as before
The only thing that changes is your mind

I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type

Kneel to your allure
Like the weak and destitute
Devil, Satan, Priest
I never know the difference

Embrace the loss
And find your cross
And show them who can carry on

You know the score
It’s as before
The only thing that changes is your mind

I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type

Look at you
You can’t have started like this
I feel for you
You can’t have started out this way

I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type

Hippocampus

Unusually warm for this time - time of the year
The heathered hills get my full attention
We all win on this wonderful road
Ozone seeps through my lungs as I ride

Once where the reservoir served man and beasts on the land
Now stands a build of rural dreams

Horses graze with the sun on their backs
Nose in grass with their tails whipping flies
4 by 4 s parked on verge not their drives
Look at me.........

Look at me now
Look at me now
I'm a nice country gent with some spare land to rent for a song

Another notch in the green belt has gone. They say
"All these were fields when I was a young boy"
All these cliches that were all hanging on
Just jealousy Just jealousy my friend 

They own the roads in their selfish and arrogant minds
They took the stones from the walls built with blood sweat and pride
The pampered haves put themselves at the top of the tree, but I stop
And I know that I'm now one of them

Prodigy House Summer Song

Earth scooped out the Devils punch bowl
This just one of three he moulded
Now a place where Arthur sleeps
Until he is needed by England

Mothered contours shape recumbent womb
Nurturing stone
Offering us her harvest

Goddess worshiped through the Centuries
Fertile and round
Feeding a thousand hungry

Lambs
Choose your naming noun
For the next one

Mothers, mountains and us
Reconnected soon
Moving faster than lust
Plant desire plant
Myths and metaphors
Myths and metaphors

But we forget all the miscarried plans
Scattered remains
Land fill of words left unsaid

And we forget how much her midwives toiled
Meeting her needs
Tending her wounds when they did

Bleed
Fissures opened wide
Myths that slowly died

Mothers, mountains and us
Reconnected soon
Moving faster than lust

Plant desire plant
Myths and metaphors
Myths and metaphors

Freyasberg

Obviously, there is reference to Oscar Wilde’s “Love that dare not speak its name” quote here, but I also have in mind the many people today in football, etc. who still find it tremendously difficult to be open about their sexuality, not that it’s any business of mine or anyone else of course.

Looked to the stars while he laid in the gutter
Norms were so morally proper and clean
Outside the box he was always pretending
One couldn’t be who one wanted to be

And he feels so real
In the warmth of another names company
What does he know of deals
All he knows is this love is the one love that speaks for him

Name this love
And then lie with me
Can you name this love
And then lie with me
Just lie
with me

No I in team for a room full of liars
No fear in him as the names are revealed 
Back of the shirt, one is merely a number
The lower the number, the bigger the deal

And he feels so real
In the warmth of another names company
What does he know of deals
All he knows is this love is the one love that speaks for him

Name this love
And then lie with me
Can you name this love
And then lie with me
Just lie
with me

Name This Love

This song was played on Stuart Maconie’s show on BBC6 (16th December, 2018)

Brave Jamel
https://news.sky.com/story/boy-9-killed-himself-after-homophobic-bullying-at-colorado-school-mother-says-11484130

Nine years old in a Pokemon fronted t-shirt
All he wanted was a seat with the kids on the yellow bus

The whispers in the corridors wouldn’t go away
A logical conclusion made easy for him to say
He told the truth

Lost on a lonely road
Walking the quiet lane to save his mothers pain
Cruelly a child provoked
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings never named

Brave Jamel

Meanwhile an old man arrives on a rainy Ireland
Says sorry for the wrongs of his brothers in the past

Answers to this “problem” sought, so he paused a while
Turning to his book he claims could have “cured” this child
It’s you who’s sick

Lost on a lonely road
Trapped in a dead end street to save his mothers pain
Cruelly a child provoked
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings never named

Brave Jamel

Brave Jamel
A child provoked so cruelly for his “sins”
Brave Jamel
From the mouths of babes and sucklings
From the mouths of babes and sucklings

It’s you who needs help
It’s you who needs help

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Brave Jamel (played on BBC6 Music)

Why did they walk away
Left their house in disarray 
Like a tethered dog
Left to wonder when
It’s owners will return

Perhaps the Bank possessed
So the house it had to hear them
All the arguments
Over unpaid rents
And nothing left to sell

They left her 
They left her on her own
To fade slowly
Fade slowly on the moor
But there’s someone
Who’ll surely come for her,
I wish it could be you

Don’t go wondering too near
You’ll believe this daydream

Or maybe there’s a ghost
Of a woman at the window
No reward for love
From the Lord above
So she waded into water

This house it’s lost it’s will
To shelter from the winter
She’s a storm away
From collapse they say
A grave made from her cellar

They left her
They left her on her own
To die slowly
Die slowly on the moor
But there’s someone
Who’ll surely come for her
I wish it could be you

Back in the room.....

Rosedale Daydream (Back in the Room)

When I wrote this song
Autospell was on
But I didn’t know
So I carjacked onesie

I was going to write
About celebrities
In their mansion homes
With their big tea leaves

All the words they could use
Will never change what we do

All we ask is just be kind to us
All we ask is just be kind to us
And understand we all
Will lose

I've not made my bed
Cos they’re all tucked up
As their words deride 
We’ll just ride the tide

We’re not thriving now
Just surviving now
Cos what shapes our day
Are the words they say

All the words they could use
Will never change what we do

All we ask is just be kind to us
All we ask is just be kind to us
And understand we all
Will lose

Travelling around on our online existence highway
Purged of the words that can hurt if we’re seconds late

We’re just surviving in this
Broken world

Carjacked Onesie (played on BBC6 Music)

Slow Enough

Play-listed on BBC6 Music (“Carjacked Onesie” & “Brave Jamel”) & BBC Tees (>15 songs).

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Greg Atkinson

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