At 8 years of age my grandfather and his unmarried mother, who suffered from epilepsy, were placed in the Tenterden Union, a workhouse. She could not hold a job and they were frequently homeless. They lived in separate blocks and were permitted to meet once a week. She died there.
My grandfather didn't fight in WWI because he had a weak heart. He worked as a farm hand and because he was visible received white feathers in the post for his 'cowardice'. 
This piece is about the men and women who fought in the war either at home or abroad and who returned to unemployment and destitution. It uses the hymn 'We Plough The Fields and Scatter', my grandad's favourite hymn as a context.

A Man Of Kent

a fond pastiche of R&B on the frustrations of trying to run a big band

Still Blood In The Stone

Cornelius Cardew comes to mind but not for very long. Chords missing.

Dalí's Barge

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