There are words, but I've literally just written them, and they may well alter the structure.
Sorry.

Scores (instrumental demo)

So... I just let the recorder run and threw words down a microphone.
This will end up with three voices, I think.

Scores (vague vocal demo)

Alternative title: The fall of television.
Possibly the most upbeat sounding thing I'll ever be responsible for.
Everything (apart from the pre-loaded beat) was made up on the spot.
Hence the masses of mishaps. Which are welcomed like a fond memory of an absent lover.
Mistakes make us. Just ask your parents. :)

MarquisSmith (improvised instrumental demo)

Fun Fact: There was a LOT of glitter going on when this happened.
I am a frustrated glamourpuss.
Potentially.

Happy Hour (demo)

You may be surprised to learn that this wasn't recorded in a cave.
I may have been wearing too much black when writing it, though.


Dead Letter Office (demo)

So... I would doubt we'll hear this in a Pacer set anytime soon...

Add Four to Six (Sister Set Sail)

One clown less in this circus brings the big top down.

Out (very definitely demo)

Ahead of Pacer releasing their forthcoming e.p. here is a very ruined version of Meat with me playing a synth over it in a slipshod manner.
Don't expect Pacer to ever add synths.

MEAT (Slightly Off Version)

Written and recorded in the Birdhouse 24/10/2019.
All things by Dylan except image by Katie / Dylan.

Everyone else is recording songs about being locked down, and ill and such, so I figured I'd shackle my scooter to the bandwagon and see where it leads.
It leads to a fairly chirpy song about everyone being dead.

Which is me all over, really.

Zoflora

I am clumsy, and whimsical, and have an irrational dislike of the word scarf.