Written in India during a long distance relationship, one friend described it as 'Tom Waits with a Mariachi band'.  😄

Always slow like molasses in my skin
When she appears the blood begins to thin
The way she moves the sultry song that she sings
Remove the clothes and the heat yet further clings
The tiger is upon us
Pisces mythical saunas
Kitanyas
Kitanyas
Blood is boiled beyond hope
A shower in water to try and cope
If this is sin then I go to hell
A cooler place for me to dwell
Kitanyas
Kitanyas

Songwriter ll

Kitanyas

If you were sick, and I was around
I would make you, chicken soup
and put you to bed
and sing to you
call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

And then I woke up, all alone
I stayed in bed, no reason to get out
and I sent, a telepathic message
that said call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

Written in my teens, recorded in my 40's :p :D

she says

A truly zany 'Circus Fred Penner Funk' selection that is both cute and obnoxious...I could see it being on a kids show but not necessarily  😛😄

I am the octopus

This one here's a bubbly and effervescent test tube of time distillation, an ode to integrity, an utterance of a truth that still holds the water with which it was wistfully wrangled.
j.horricks-vox,trumpet,guitar,bass
m.hamelin-guitar solo
sonic wizard-addt'l mixing and production

Funky ll

Where I'm Going To

Where I'm going To

Recorded late night waaay back whenever, my friend at the time, recorded some beat boxing then went to sleep. I made a song out of it :p

The guitar solo section is mostly 4ths and I remember at the time thinking 'Ya! 4ths!  Something really different!  Nobody ever does that!   lol, there's a reason for that.  It's like a middle finger suddenly springing up in the recording.  Which I think I was going for?   Nowadays I find it really jarring and am slightly pissed off that I did that. I no longer have the bedtracks for it however, so this is how it stays.

Girl, when I said I needed you, I wasn't playin' 'round.
Got my passport on file.
I'll be takin' a trip, on my way to see you.
And when I do, Oh!
Girl, my mind is made up. Still I ain't struttin' like no peacock, for
the chicken heads
Gimme’ one slice of bread, and I will make a sandwich
One you never seen before,
one with a beautiful head, 
Of lettuce, cherry tomato,
the havarti of my soul, and some mustard on parole.
Ninja in the west, is livin' off lemon zest.
I tried my best, now put me to the
test.
Pretty flowers, diamond daffodils, flamin' flamingoes,
and all those other skills.
My mind is more riddled than a puzzle,
a puzzle of a maggot sittin' in a garbage bag in the dream,
a dream I discarded long long ago,
a dream that made me insane

Cuckoo (feat. Vov Abraxas)

Cuckoo 4eva

Cuckoo (feat.Vov Abraxas)

I used to think gambling, a cheap cologne
But I bet my life, on a pocket of songs
It turned out spades, but taught me how to look at things
Right

Now I treat you, all with the golden rule
And I just want love, like I'm giving to you
So if you don't mind, and can spare the change
Would you please, give the time of day

To the people who sold their lives, the jesters and poets
The writers and dancers, the ones who teach of thought and peace
The ones who bleed yet stay the sword
Do not trample them beneath your feet
For the World needs a conscience 
More than it needs efficiency
The World needs a conscience
More than it needs efficiency

guitar/vocals/trumpet/bass/ambient keys - j.horricks
other guiars - m.fraser, a.guise


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