A romantic lament from the point of view of a chronic outsider, watching the world go by and struggling to find their place in it. The song was written and recorded over the space of a single night in a coastal spot in Brighton.

Written, Recorded and Produced by Tessa Rose Jackson, Christopher Matthewson & Darius Timmer

LYRICS -

I washed out all my energy on splitting hairs 
Pushed myself to reinvent what maybe wasn’t there 
To identify a common thread

‘Fore I cross the line
Just to pass the test
Such a funny thing to be the anti-hero

One pint in, barrier down
Spilling to a friend
I make a fist, guilt on the brow
Is it me or them?

Such an angular choreography
That I stumble through, trying to find my feet 
Put your hands together for the anti-hero

And the pendulum swinging overhead 
Carries all the weight of the words I’ve said 
Could somebody ever love an anti-hero?

A Mirror Sometimes

Tessa Rose Jackson & Franklin Mansion - Anti-Hero

Babylon

Red White and Blue

On With The Show

I never liked the rain
I always wished it wouldn't stay
But since you left me standing
All alone here in the pouring rain

I love it when it rains
The world around me cries
But it drowns out my own tears
And keeps the flood of memories at bay

I love it when it rains
'Cause the water takes away
All the pain I felt that day
When you broke my heart and walked away

I used to hate the rain
But now it covers up my pain
And I can't help but love it
Ever since you broke my heart that day

I love it when it rains
I love it when it rains
I love it when it rains
I love it when it rains

I love it when it rains
'Cause the water takes away
All the pain I felt that day
When you broke my heart and walked away

Track from the album "Hot Day In Louisiana"

Hot Day In Louisiana

When It Rains

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Echoes of the Fir Trees

[Verse]
The forest hums beneath the snow
Its whispers only moonlight knows
A thousand hearts in branches sleep
Their dreams in roots grow still and deep

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Verse 2]
The frost paints ferns on every stone
A quiet art the cold has sown
Each brittle breath the night exhales
Carries secrets down hidden trails

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Bridge]
In the stillness where no paths go
The stars write songs the streams will know
A symphony of ice and pine
A timeless hymn both yours and mine

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it al

Echoes of the Fir Trees

Lyrics by Phil Preston, performed by Philip And The Machine (AI).

Or I Could Just Go To Rainham

thank you to @steffenyoshiki for letting me sing over their beat, i really fell in love with it last night

lyrics

bubble bath dreams of you and me
canonball, bath salts, just watch, don't touch
(x2)

'cause i want you more ways than one so just watch and don't touch
and i want you past all the fun so just watch and don't touch

bubble bath dreams of you and me
i've been told mystery's all that i got to me 
but i don't believe that
so nervous 'cause feelings came to surface so quick
we hadn't even linked, come to think
we barely even spoke yet you roped me in
and i'm not sure how you did but i'm not complainin'

bubble bath dreams

Florence + The Machine - Silver Spring (Fleetwood Mac Cover)

Silver Spring (Fleetwood Mac Cover)

Tamino - Indigo Night [live @ Les Concerts Volants (Full Show HiRes) – ARTE Concert]

Originally from Kent in south east England, Phil has spent the majority of his life in Surrey, and in rural Herefordshire in the west of the UK. A creator and collector of artworks and music since school and college days, Phil focused on a career in business and technology until 2021, when he decided to spend more time exploring and expressing his ideas through digital art and music.

"When I draw, paint, or record music, I am not trying to capture a physical likeness or a structured song. I'm not sure if I could. Sometimes, often, at the end, there is hardly anything there. My aim is simply to trigger a thought, or a question, inviting each viewer or listener to fill in the many gaps in their own way. I hope that anyone who sees my work will see a different picture, or hear a different song, and will imagine a different story, full of their own experiences, desires, fears, colours, smells, sounds... whatever their mind, and life, can create. To that extent, the harder work rests with the viewer and listener."