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.

a quick song I wrote for the God kids all about so many different beeps squeaks and peeps in the car in the home you just can't get any sleep for that infernal bleep.

A short song written for my god daughter lily was just becoming a teen and like myself her parents seemed to be going through a little bit of hell and high water of a midlife crisis it all feels very unnerving.

A song about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a devine deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of mortality are kept around as fluffers for their pansexuality

A little impromptu ditty about a friend who we use to call Brandy Man a strange manifestation use to happen with dire consciences every time he drank brandy he'd think he was a superman .l throw it together on a train from Harrogate to sandy strange as you sing it into shape softly people think you've gone mad talking to yourself .

A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old poeple on board contracted some terrible infection that almost killed them and this was before the Covid Cruise Lines came along , interestingly you can see how you could end up with a Marie Celeste where everybody aboard ends up dead

A song dedicated to my long standing landlord who grew up in Bradford from humble origins a true rags to riches who started out with very little an outside toilet and some thick skin then after a life of skinflinting strife and hard work became very rich but even after acquiring great wealth he still retained his humble honest beggar man roots and rhetoric , also without realising he helped me to write Endless work through keeping his rents ultra low he and Sheena became patrons of the arts and to them I will always be forever greatful.

A short song about some one who has decided to live on two packets of rolos per day to loose weight.