You know there's something to say, when there's your someone across the sea. well i'll be... One by one, the heartbeats patter away. Paddling these little old words from me, all the way across the sea. This old sea. The lonesome times will pass, because today we are so far apart... but "i love you, i love you"... And don't you forget about me, about me. Don't you forget about me. Don't you forget about me...

Dont forget about me

A remix of Dot Allison's track "Cry" from the album Room 7 1/2...

Cry (the Wools Remix)

Some Girls Smile

“ i’ve never recorded a tune more off my face then with this one, i apologize . But there’s something in here that will get a digging out someday”  ~ Surf Club Co.


i am a bore
part of an army
pushed up to the line
don’t know if ill play forgotten
don’t know if I’m soon forgotten
will i be remembered …

i am a gun …
weapon used by hands
an idea to be used
to become what is remembered
to once again see you
friends and family members

A Letter To Wartime

She came in by train . Blue sky blues had no chance of rain . Sex in her eyes and on her lips . How a gentle woman puts her hands on her hips and says ... Fuck me once like it was before , anywhere anywhere i don't care anymore . In half opened doors , on this bookstore floor , out behind a flowershop stand . Do you understand ?
Are these days the same ? As our days get strange ...

fuck me once like it was before

Nothing Like Living

An Illusion Man

Tonight your eyes are knives. How the edges caught the light. I twist and turn to run, I twist and turn to run. Tonight your eyes are knives. How the edges caught the light. You twist and turn to run, You twist and turn to run. 

But thats not in your blood, thats not in your blood.
So High. So Low. So High, So Low ... It'll be alright.

How is it that the moon and me are alright.
As the waves toss hearts in time to shivering lights.
The air at night as it dries the salt on the skin.
Who's really to say that this'll never happen again ?

Tonight Your Eyes Are Knives

A childish boy , lost in a lovers war . The letter's home , yes in my life it was before . The secret girls , between the written words . The secret girls , between the written words . 
Each in a world , like the day before . With some thoughts ... Ideas ...
over cups of coffee and these , cheap cigarettes . In the kitchen .
Each one , a portrait of Northern Soul . And the other's Love .
The way back home , just from the corner store . As you put away , all these things in cupboards and drawers . Thinking of you ...
Each in a world , just like the day before . With some thoughts , ideas .
Over cups of coffee and these cheap cigarettes . In the kitchen .
Each one a portrait of Northern Soul . And the others Love .

each one a portrait of northern soul

Fuckin with my head

do you wanna get it ?

A childish boy, lost in a lovers war. The letters home, am i alive? Yes i was before... with a secret girl, who lives between the written words... it's in a world, just like the day before...
With some thoughts and ideas over cups of coffee, then gin, and these cigarettes in the kitchen. Each one a portrait of northern soul...
The way back home, just from the corner store. As you put away all the things in cupboards and drawers. Thinking of you. Never known the name or the face of yours... Each in a world, just like the day before...
With some thoughts and ideas over cups of coffee, then gin, and these cigarettes in the kitchen. Each one a portrait of northern soul... and the other's love


Each one a portrait of northern soul

a Wools Surf Club demo arranged for the Arroyo band.

First Rain In Months

Here And Now

Was thinking about Francisco Goyas print, "el sueno de la razon produce monstruos"

The Sleep of Reason

So i'm late for an interview, by the way i've got no answers for the questions or you So na-na-na/hey-hey-hey, born to lose trying to sleep in the light of day. Oh if i could sell what's on my mind, a way to forget that i forgot how I've got no one to turn to. I've got no one to lose. I've got no one stunned and blue. I've got none to tell "my friend", in the end, it's only been fucking with my head...


Oh if I could sell what's on my mind


The Company's original members were concerned with the winding and selling of the Wool, presently a connection is retained by the Company's support of the Wools industry. However, the Company is now primarily a charitable institution.
Its motto is Lana Spes Nostra, Latin for 'Wool Is Our Hope' or something like 'the Wools took your Dope'

When I was murdered, I was put into this river. I imagined a hummingbird...

Further down in this river, shakes and shivers. When the waters turn to sea...

If not today, maybe tomorrow.
Would you beg, steal, or borrow.
For all those pains, pleasures, and sorrows.
 
There's nothing like living! right when it's being taken away!

Surf Club or Die

the Wools Surf Club Co.

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