From 2003. Vocals far too loud, but we were building up a layer at a time and they came last. Ho hum. Fond of the Oboe-synth. Guitar and Bongo: Mark Garner; Keys and Vocals and Bongo: yours truly.

You turn on
Or you could turn on me
You’d turn on dancing angels needles

On a lost day
Needless to say
(You need less? Say)
To find a way 
Or some other kind of line
To say stay

You’re wood painted brown
I don’t know why you try so hard
You hide what’s best in you in You
Behind your captive little shell
You can’t unstop

Circles encircling circling stones
Look for home
No, I don’t know much
(I know much)
I know I just touch something
Sometimes in there
And sometimes I might find
My divine in there

But, Wood Painted Brown
I don’t know why you try so hard
You got it all but you would skin
(To fight your way out now)
To me - way out now
And you turn on
And you turn on me
A u-turn on me
Turn to me now

You’re Wood Painted Brown
I don’t know why we tried so hard
You found it somewhere else I guess
Perhaps you’ll sail away
Maybe you did


Wood Painted Brown

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