This was her favourite song.

Turn the key, and hit the street,
to who knows where.
If you're sat in the passenger seat,
Then I'm already there.

Going faster the speed of sound,
The engine screams.
The sun is up, the roof is down.
The stuff of dreams.

I won't lose control at the bend.
I'm here 'til the end,
My beautiful friend.
Our journey is one to the stars,
We'll drive up to Mars.
You, me and my car.

Tyres smoke as we start to drift,
Your eyes are bright.    
You grab my arm for the gear shift,
As we run the lights.   

The sirens start to fade away,
We've won the race.
It's your idea of a perfect day,
I have no complaints.  

I won't lose control at the bend.
I'm here 'til the end,
My beautiful friend.
Our journey is one to the stars,
We'll drive up to Mars.
You, me  and my car.

Joy.

Don't You Know?

Low Expectations - New Version

Releasing on all major platforms 20th May 2025

Somebody to Love

WE SAW YOUR DREAM, WE KNOW YOU WANT THAT PHONE CASE

I saw the flash at first light of the moon
Carried the weight, most of the tune
Your eyes were low and the light was blue
And that was the worst
the worst part of you

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To empty our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain’t it the worst

Another light that I shouldn’t light
The glare of the sun, you're lit from behind
You look at me but all I see is grey
They took your face
And they gave it away

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To pour out our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain't it the worst

The Mess

🎸 Scousers Scouse – For those who don’t speak the Queen’s English, but own every room they shout in.

This ain’t just a track. It’s a full English with extra sass — served on toast, wrapped in chip paper, and hollered straight from County Road to your eardrums. With jangly riffs brighter than the Blackpool lights and lyrics sharper than your nan’s side-eye, this is Merseyside’s answer to musical therapy.

⚓ Expect:
– Guitars jangle like stolen Aldi trolleys on cobblestones
– Lyrics that punch like a pub quiz argument
– A chorus that wears a footie scarf in summer
– And a dialect so thick you’ll need subtitles and a pint

💬 For fans of:
– Talking too fast, too proud, and too loud
– Tunes with backbone and shell suits with history
– Bands who say “la” more than “love”

Whether you're born on the banks of the Mersey or just wish your voice had a bit more swagger, “Scousers Scouse” is your anthem. It doesn’t whisper. It declares.

🎶 Dead proud. Dead funny. Dead boss.
💥 Press play — or get out me pub.

Lyrics:

Aye, I don’t chat posh, don’t need no frills
Me words come loud like Anfield thrills
Say “alright, la?” in the corner shop
And me vowels bounce mad like a dodgy bop

Me nan says I’ve got gob like me da
Talkin’ boss nonsense from here to Fazak
I don’t do grammar, I do heart
With a Scouse beat soundin’ dead smart

🎶 Scousers scouse — dead proud, y’know
With a voice like rain on County Road
We don’t whisper, we declare
Proper sound, we’re everywhere

Scousers scouse — la, that’s the way
From Lark Lane sun to Kirkby grey
We don’t speak, we proper shout
Scousers scouse — no messin’ about 🎶

She said, “Yer sound mad, can’t understand”
I said, “Try learnin’ with a pint in yer hand”
We don’t do quiet, we don’t do shy
We say “ta-ra” with a wink in the eye

Grew up with tunes an’ footie shirts
Dead proud of me roots, and the Scouse it hurts
But we laugh it off with chip shop slang
And a deadpan jab from me uncle Frank

🎶 Scousers scouse — built on jokes
In shell suits, boots, and smokey pokes
Boss at banter, soft at heart
Scouse chat’s proper workin’ class art

Scousers scouse — with jangle in step
Talkin’ dead fast with nothin’ left
But pride and chips and songs we hum —
Scousers scouse, we don’t play dumb 🎶

We don’t say much — just say it loud
In Aldi queues or footie crowds
And if yer don’t get it, that’s your loss
Cos Scousers scouse — and we’re dead boss

🎶 Scousers scouse — we make it rhyme
Outta pain, outta laughs, outta tea-time grime
We talk like tales in a taxi ride
Scousers scouse — full Mersey pride 🎶

So if I sound like the telly’s broke
It’s just me sayin’ — I’m sound, no joke

Scousers Scouse

I was up before dawn

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Do You Mind? (Live At El Dorado Theatre '84)

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Rock n Roll 🎸 from Scotland

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Low Expectations - New Version

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