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Dirt Church

Thanks Justin vernon for writing sweet and sexy tunes for me to jam to.

re:Stacks (a Bon Iver cover)

EgoistJam iPad

Evocative, haunting and disturbing...low orchestral horns over a huge twisting warped sound effect moving into odd string techniques. 

LEVIATHAN

No excuses to be had or said. I was In a hotel room in Toronto with no real idea (beyond the obvious commercial ones) why I was there. Nothing written this month until last night and playing it or trying to sing it with just a uke and a bass amongst the cheap furniture seemed about right. It's a sketch, but one I could spend a month fiddling with when I need to move on and try and make a better start with something new. Sometimes getting the mountaintop behind you (however small) is thing that matters most.

*Death of a Salesman*

The phone rings in my heart some nights
But I don’t pick it up no more
Someone inside is banging real hard
But I don’t ever answer their door

You can count the cost of most any damn thing
When you turn your face away
From the happiness that love can bring
To the start of your simple day...

Death Of A Salesman

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Song written for some friends' wedding. Lyrics based on true events, though don't expect to understand them— history references are mixed in with space/time mumbo in a barely intelligible replicated human vox.

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/6pN1eV8YIh0

There's nothing here now
But there is a river
A small canoe, the ghost of a boy
And a net
The fish have all died
Or been caught then eaten
And the boy is gone
Because you haven't been born
Not yet

The river's not really there
It's deceiving
It never seems to change
But it's actually a blur
Because the river, she never stays
She's always leaving
And as she goes
You're just another ghost to her

There's a marker by the shore now
But not really
For a town that washed away
If you were there
There are ghosts of streets,
The horses, and the buildings
And the flood that came and took them away
Somewhere

The river, it has a start
And then an ending
But it is never really there, it's more of a "when"
The only way to ever really see the river
Is to close your eyes
and then you have to jump in
You have to jump in.

Not a River FINAL

TLMI Orlando Follow Up

The back catalogue! Recorded by the amazing Al Steele of Shabbey Road Studios, Wales in about 1995. Written in the early 90s after trying to give some fellow-musicians some expenses only to find I had no money. Unnder these circumstances - in the UK -  our ATMs display "Sorry, There Are Insufficient Funds In Your Account". I decided a song about the banking system might be fun. Strangely enough, still seems pretty relevant and is my most-requested original song at gigs.

Sorry There Are Insufficient Funds In Your Account

Again, produced by Al Steele. Yes, I listen to alot of Donald Fagen. I wrote this in the mid-nineties after reading High Fidelity by Nick Hornby (hence the vinyl sound at the beginning). My first go on a real analogue synth, too - think it was a Korg. Monophonic and went out of tune. Sounded brilliant!!

Death Of A Salesman

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