Gypsy Thief

 The gypsy thief appeared in a sexy dream. Turns out there's a saucy novel called A Gypsy's Thief, the second book in Tatiana Ladley's Thieves and Lovers series. Our premises appear different enough. Where I sing about a gypsy that was a thief, Tatiana writes about John, a man 'Cursed with a "sword" large enough to send them running,' and Catriona, a woman that ends up in throws with Mr and Mrs Robin Hood. Inspirational. Oh, to sing about my 'sword'.

  Gypsy Thief

My heart's a mouse and she swoops like a hawk. 

Your Love is Dead

 having spent a week listening to nothing but desert reggae and murder ballads this, which no longer really resembles either, happened. A ground-breaking first as well, having never penciled and sung babe, baby or any derivative thereof, before.

  Your Love Is Dead

Headstones stood where lovers should. 

Casually Devoted

 Get out of your hiding place, it's stupid

 the casually defeated will great you with a rose

I want to wake up with you

I <3 this pedal but it is HARD to stay in time with yourself in one take. At least I am not in front of people, getting nervous and missing notes with sweaty hands.

I will record the loops separately in time.

any vocal ideas? email me if so.

I want to wake up with you

you feel like heaven to touch, I want to hold you, as such.

The Biker at Ross River

Having recovered from a tightening, itchening and lumpening of the skin, here is a song written and recorded on a Sunday morning in a Godmade amphitheatre of red ranges, gum trees and dust.  

The Biker.

You create the future, I'll recreate the past,

concentrate on fate and details, summers that never last.