A song I'd even forgotten I'd written. A live recording of one of the early jazz ditties from the angel street statue days.

Circling

This was inspired by a flight back to London an album launch from Canada. It was a strange journey - even though we left at 8pm and arrived early the following morning, it never got dark... 

30 Thousand Feet (MTL - LHR)

A collaboration with Mister Smith released in Montreal.

Holding On

This song landed pretty much in tact under a tree in the hot Cuban sun...




Demons To Tea

Communing with the Gods in the early hours. With my producer cousin Bart, the Soundbringer in France.

Storm

Written while snowed in with a Petrov baby grand...

Tumble

This is one of those rare songs that came to me all at once with the melody and lyrics intact on a beach in Central America...though verse 2 here came years later. Last summer Sean Hargreaves heard the a capella version and asked if he could produce it with his amazing soul band.

Sweet Sweet Sand

Lyrics:

And so I called the storm
On route from Cape Horn
I built the green towers of ice
And the shortest of nights

I’m lost in the deep white south
Nothing can make me turn around

No it’s not the end of the world
But all the same, salt stings
Not going to fall off the edge
I think I heard an albatross sing

My ship creaks like bones
Ice cracks and wind moans
There’s no one else around
And no sign of solid ground

The night is as alive
As everyone who’s ever died

No it’s not the end of the world
But all the same, salt stings
Not going to fall off the edge
I think I heard an albatross sing

Pull the sails down
Turn the ship around

No it’s not the end of the world
But all the same, salt stings
Not going to fall off the edge
I think I heard an albatross sing

No it’s not the end of the world
But all the same, salt stings
Not going to fall off the edge
I think I heard an albatross sing

End of the World

Lyrics:

Has the day begun?
Waking but half inside the sun
The bombshell has to wait
And as I walk the city wakes

By the river
I lost track
You lose your way
And find it back
Find your river
Find your track
You lose you way
And then you find it back again

So you’re sitting by the bay
Watching a birdman fall this way
When your wings are home made
You tumble into a state of grace

By the river, I found my track
You lose your way
And find it back
Find your river
Find your track
You lose you way
And then you find it back again
You find it back

And now we're across the bridge
London bright
Glitter like a snake of sun
That's weaving through the clouds that roll by
You arrive
But there’s just a door that opens
To a journey on the other side

You lose your way
You find your way
You lose your way
Until you get it back
You'll get it back
You lose your way
Until you find it back again

Find Your Track
Lose your way
And find it back

Find Your River
Find Your Track
Lose your way
Until you find it back again

Find Your River

Jess' collaboration with The Love People, which has just come back from a summer on loop in Ibiza thanks to Judge Jules!

Everything Has Changed Radio Mix - with The Love People

Here's a taster of my vocal work for sessions. While I sing most genres I also wrote, helped co-produce and play on all of these tracks.

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