"What the f*** do you mean I'm old..." 
A sardonic retrospective of now seen from then.

Even Punks Get Old

Withering Highs

This tune just sort of happened. No idea what genre it is but voila. Badda-Bing!

Windy Mary

Sometimes when things get too much, all you can do is sing.

The Self-Doubter's Lament

How can it be, that I’m addicted to reason,
That I’m addicted to fact,
Not just to qualify treason.
What is this world that I see?
Some say, that truth is subjective,
But no-one can just flap their arms and fly,
Just because they believe it.
 
Many truths exist, 
not needing of a human to conceive it, 
Like trees, that fall down 
and there’s no-one there to hear it.
If no-one believes in you,
Does it mean you don’t exist?
Plenty loneliness around.
Ignorance is no excuse.

I am the Voice of Reason
I am One Song
That sings when I am right and sings when I am Wrong
I am, the reflection of the season
I am One View
That sings when I am glad and sings when I am blue

How many times, will we trust hate,
Before we trust a little love,
It seems our vanity and pride,
Must always now beget all else.
Did we forget so soon Bob Marley sang
That Everything will be alright,
Now its just 'carnage and disaster every night',
When really everything’s the same,
In life most days go by, with very little change 
But in our minds we only see the hurt and pain,
See evil everywhere, beware, perhaps the problem is in us.
Believe the negative too much, with cynicism shun all trust.

I am the Voice of Reason
I am One Song
That sings when I am right and sings when I am Wrong
I am, the reflection of the season
I am One View
That sings when I am glad and sings loud when I am blue

So if I scare you on a dark and stormy night,
Because you looked into my eyes,
And saw the flame that burns eternal for the fight,
Against the selfish, and the bullies, and the hypocrites
Who preach a narrative of fear that suits the power of the mega-rich.
Just ask yourself, who really makes the rules by which I live?
Who really gets the money from the taxes that I give?
Why am I told that bogeymen, lurk everywhere? 
When those who really warp our forces get ignored as if not there.

I am the Voice of Treason
I am One Song
That sings when I am right and sings when I am Wrong
I am, the reflection of the season
I am One View
That sings when I am happy, and sings when I am angry too.

Didn’t Zack call out those hoods? I think he did,
But that was thirty years ago, and they’re still hid.
Though they might now take on a very, very different form.
They still ensure fear and division are the norm.
They keep you fighting ‘mongst yourselves so you are easi’r to control.
They set you jostling for the crumbs that they so lovingly bestow.
They say to change the status quo is lunacy.
But know, what scares them most is unity 
So do not be Divided 
Take that bullet from your head.
Wake up, and listen, and question, 
And let consensus spread, without anger, without malice.
Without ego, 
Look ahead!

PHaTSO

Keep climbing as that is the only way to reach the top

The Goat Keeps Climbing

The quiet and commanding beauty of nature, mathematics and music

Circles That Dance In The Wind

Born In The Seventies, Made In The Nineties

Spits and burns,
It twists and turns,
Inside it hurts,
A fighter never knows his place.

Skins and scrapes,
It steals, it takes,
Inside it smarts,
A fighter always keeps his heart.

Don’t jerk around.
Don’t jerk around,
With something so serious.


like a thunderbolt

A traditional Christmas staple re-imagined for a modern age.

Crack Nutter (2025 REMASTER)

Eternal student of music exploring all styles and techniques. Predominantly a strings man, I have become a born again Synth lover after denying them for years. Have always loved a drum machine though.

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