A song for a friend who said, "Write a song about an English lie." He's mixed-race, so he has a perspective from both sides of the multicultural track. I scribbled out a quickie on the way back from Newark to Harrogate, a thirty-minute thrash. I based it on Big Frank King, a boxing champion from the West Indies whom I worked alongside, painting cars when I was a teenager ; he'd come across on the Windrush. leaving behind the beautiful Barbadian blue skies to work driving a bus in Birmingham, all because of English white lies. This little song all started with me telling my friend that I'd been in Peterborough train station, surrounded by rain-soaked refugees who smelled of bread and cheese, just like I once had when I was living on the streets in France. Cheese was the cheapest thing to live on.

A song for Lily's eleventh birthday with leather jacket and an attitude to match my own design of cause she's silicone sage and ready to fledge the family fold far too cool for school let TiK ToK ROCK Rule !! .

A song I wrote for friend of mine who's charismatic appeal with women is so legendary that it led to him receiving a pseudonym of The valley drive Lady Killer .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song sang through the perspective of a bad tempered old tree the living monument of mystery Robin Hood's tree is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history

a thousand years of seething silent sophistry .

A quick song I wrote about Florence nightingale the woman they used to called the Lady with The Lamp or The Angel in White .

A song I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings. She takes with her an extraordinary feng-shui, losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artists are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concrete craniums.

A about a guy I use to work for who was tycoon in wardroom and touchy feely in the boardroom a true Predator financial and sexual.

Growing up in a witches coven with all of them casting spells over everything and everyone I couldn't understand the horoscope stars then or now  , they  were always fighting for the Sorceresse's supremacy Mystic Meg was one of their best loved astro-donnas.

A short song about the mixing of different bloods in America with the pioneers and the native Indians and what a terrifically strong tribe of people they produced , one Indian chief whose mother was a white pioneer Cynthia Ann Parkers was especially feared as a Comanche chief due to his incredible toughness and savagery which by all accounts came from his mother.