Based on one of my poems..... and introducing a bass guitar. Outside the comfort zone, but it's the place to be....

Dunes in June in marron grass
Oil rigs float and tankers pass
A picnic blanket dragged to where we eat 
While red ants feast on Sandalled feet
 
Tide races where lugworm cast
Carving channels slick and fast
The moat is flooded the castle breached
The children's ball carries out of reach 
 
Backs are red; shoulders blistered 
Sun and wind and sand assisted
A strandline zig zags seagulls poke and pry
Seeking a bounty with ever hungry eyes 
 
The tide that flows and ebbs away
Turns to surge another day
Finds the stranger on the shore
And cover tracks they made before
 
The tide that flows and ebbs away 
Turns to surge another day 
And in the evening dark serene
Recedes and wipes the whole beach clean

Demo

Beach Song

Before it gets too late - Acoustic

Living Thing

'Why Does' Written by Roni Kaspi 

Drums, Vocals, Production and Editing - Roni Kaspi
Keys - Oxy 
Bass - Noe Berne
Instrumental tracks recorded at Krispy Studios
Mixed by Mathieu Pion 
Mastered by Pierre-Emmanuel Meriaud

Picture taken by Amit Selickter

Why Does - Roni Kaspi

‘Just a Little’ is a collaboration between NI songwriters Rory Nellis & Kris Marsden. Engineered & produced by Kris Marsden in his lo-fi studio, where he’s recording the third Kippysmuse album.
Drums by Stephen Leacock (General Fiasco, Nathan
Connolly).
Mixed & mastered by Phillip Watts d'Alton.

Just A Little

Newborn Adult - Generation Feral

Nothing Quite Like It

Written In response to *that* gesture. There are many ways to interpret it, none of which are healthy.....
Written in a cafe, originally intended as a spoken word peice, but also put to music the following day

Not Waving Or Drowning

My friends in Igloo Hearts had a songwriting prompt in their blog. Write a song about something someone said to you… a good opportunity for something deep and meaningful, but au contraire….
Well I’ve had lots of things said to me, profound, flippant, deep, welcome, unwelcome, but this one has stuck for nearly half a century.
A school friend was at home pottering about. Unbeknown to him, his zipper was undone on his kecks. He only found out when his dad sidled up to him.
“Stephen,” he whispered
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever seen a dead budgie fall out of its cage?”, he muttered, and wandered off.
It took a good five minutes to twig.
I remember this being recounted, vividly. It has become my favourite euphemism; it’s up there with “What’s up, Sooty? (That’s for another day)
Didn’t think I’d ever get it into a song. Same day of the brief, I wrote this in about ten minutes whilst in bed, as a spoken word piece, by lunchtime the next day it had music.
The only way I can describe it is that it’s the musical equivalent of those dreams where you find yourself naked on public transport…..


The Day My Dead Budgie Fell Out Of Its Cage

Tea Bobby 3.wav

I thought I'd get this one out before it's too late.
Recorded yesterday. Mixed by Jack Pearson > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjVRAf97Pac

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I won’t stay put where it’s no fun 
I’m hunkered down in bunker town 
I can’t believe what we’ve become
A circus over run by clowns 

Now I’m off to outer space 
Cos I’ve been feeling out of place
Now I’m off to outer space 
Away from brutes and reprobates

Who votes against democracy 
Gives up on moral gravity
We all agreed to drain the swamp 
Then welcomed home the same old chumps

So now I’m off to outer space 
I’ve been feeling off the pace
Now I’m off to outer space 
Must escape the rodent race

Is it real or is it fake?
We could make a evolutionary mistake
There won’t be capacity for the likes of me and you?
But we can build a homemade rocket just for two?

So tell me what did we achieve 
By wearing hatred on our sleeves 
All that was good was painted bad
I kinda miss the lives we had

Now I’m off to outer space 
Count me down ‘cos I can’t wait
Now I’m off to outer space 
To disappear without a trace

We’re all off to outer space 
Down the plughole what a waste 
We’re all off to outer space 
Humankind cut to the chase

©Jim Pearson 2025

Space Race

Winner of 2024 Liverpool Songwriting Competition with "The Boy With the Red Hat", taken from "Death to Mortality".

People have said that Jim plays guitar like a drummer. He is. In the mid eighties, he toured the Far East, Europe and Tyneside with near-legendary Geordie club band Foxy, before putting down his sticks, opting for a life of obscurity as graphic designer, husband and dad.

In his late thirties with a mid-life-crises looming, he started writing and recording his songs, self-releasing “Some Songs by Jim Pearson” in his fortieth year.

Suddenly, nothing happened, so he continued, and gradually accumulated a niche following of several well-intentioned virtual people, each possessing an uncanny appreciation of music and lyrics, as well as managing to get a handful of plays on BBC 6 music.

Jim is also singer, guitarist, songwriter with niche NW-UK band Scaredycats, who's debut album "Dumb Animals" was pronounced album of the year by Liverpool Sound and Vision in 2017.

Last year, he was a key collaborator and producer with international lockdown supergroup "Nothing On TV".

According to Jim... "You might not agree, but I think I’m getting better at this. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will never get the global recognition I so clearly deserve, and honestly, I am all the happier for it."

BBC 6 Music's Tom Robinson says... “This is the astonishingly prolific Merseyside songwriter Jim Pearson… you never can be sure what kind of project Jim will come up with next, but you can always be sure it’s gonna be pretty darn good...” (The Tom Robinson Show, January 25th 2020)

Songwriter from Northern England
https://jimpearson.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5R96vnb0ABdaZRMLG4XUNf

Scaredycats
https://scaredycatsuk.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/02W2iVwO5b3EIjzspgmS1N

Nothing On TV
https://nothingontv.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/07ADDEerdBir7xBgvdYyeo?si=k65U2tPkQuqbd1WFuPQOyA

Space Race

Jim Pearson

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