I had dream that one of my friends was a robot and that meant he was exiled - it was really sad.

DreamRunner

Concrete Box

Finish Lines

Take A Walk

Another Bloody Love Song

Library Lady

Postcard From A Brewery

Amanda Aquistik

Hawt 4 Teacher

Comin' Down

He's Not Home

just some love. as per. again. for you. people. you know. that sorta stuff.

Colours of You

Busy restyront. 

Thnks to Casey Strachan for slap some deep 4 string x

Eating For Two

Telephone Game

From down below the bottles crack, slowing fast.
The paint brush bows, it's made to last, a paint filled slash.

The arts been done and hangs from the wall, it sure won't fall.
My cell phone rings and who should call, who knows what for? 

Fade out in velvet sheets.
Fade out in velvet sheets.

The canvas drips, its blues and reds, the carpet drenched.
My pencil burns, the smell of lead, it fills my head.

I check my watch, see that time, i'm nearly blind. 
A stupid song, a silly rhyme, it's so sublime. 

Fade out in velvet sheets.
Fade out in velvet sheets.

Velvet Sheets

It's Friday night I feel it coming. 
There's only one thing left to do. 
In my mind the feelings running,
and they're running from you. 

Open up the vault, what do you see? 
Through the window lights in lines. 
I hear the rumbling talking
I hope that everything's alright.

And finally we're free,
Step out into the light.  
The corridor it tempts me,
But know that everything's alright. 

I find the space it's ever growing.
A garage without a car.
Ups and downs, the ebbs they're flowing. 
A to B seems so far. 

On Saturday, feet in the grass.
The sun blinds my eyes. 
I know the feeling won't last. 
Just a Saturday/Sunday full of lies. 

And finally we're free,
Step out into the light.  
The corridor it tempts me,
But know that everything's alright.

The CORRIDOR

Life Before Love?

Let's Be

Hi all. Nic here. This is just some music. No real theme. 

Have a listen if you want x. it's free to download etc xxx

Are You Man Enough?

On The Bus Yeah

Hold Up

It's a high vis rolling down the street, 
It's just a matter of feet.

A frail arm reaches into the boot of a car, 
But it still feels far.

A feathered friend perched looking eye to eye, 
It's just a matter of time.

A cutting edge, on a milk-grey sky 

It's probably time to fly 
It's probably time to fly 

A friendly two stare across from you, a deep gaze,
It's fixed with glue.

The truck rolls, rolling slow with the lights on, 
my walk slows, but it's not gone.

Afraid that we're holding on, for too long, 
It's just another one,

I'll stay for another song, while it's warm, 
I hope I'm not wrong

Afraid that we're holding on, for too long, 
It's just another one,

I'll stay for another song, while it's warm, 
I hope I'm not wrong

blue sink baby

A mile away, but here you're sat and I've been waiting for your warmth, you know the way like that. 
Your heat flows, and my body knows, it knows it goes, until you open the  door. 
And there I stand gazing right on through. You hold my hand in yours while I hold yours too. 
And yeah I wait till we pull up alone. the door shuts, I think it's just us home, I'm in luck.

I reminisce alone, I wait from time to time. 
A smouldered bowl for two, feet side by side. 
Eyes locked and the spotlights on, the sweat forms, i'll make my move when there's no one home. 
And finally it's here, a room for two. 
Eyes locked holding on, i'll sink in blue. 
And in I fall a never ending drop, and inspiration just enough for you to move my block. 

ARRRGGHHHHH

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