After listening to the CD and the albums title track “Waiting on the Gods” We feel that this is a poignant work that needs to be recognized and explored further.

Here is a moment I found just for you. A memory of winter days. Tip it up and see slow snow falling. Take this memory that can sit fragile as a snowflake in the open palm of one hand.

Another Ardoyne man decides to emigrate . Its a big step to take alone a little like a lottery in life but if you take the chance sometimes you can win .

Dear Girl who I fancied when I was eighteen I am glad you did not sleep with me. I think our orgasms would have been sub-par. I imagine you at climax Breaking sweat and gurning

Sasha has wasted most of her youth Trying to be amazed by flight. Yes, when the jet engines bite She feels a pressure in her crotch As if she needs to wee But there’s none of the rapture

When the generic businessman lifts His phone to his ear His silver cufflink – One of a pair he received on Securing the Lyon contract – Clips the light and sends A sharp spark

UNWATCHED Like tree besides the road, Like a date written on board I am unwatched everywhere, But u'll feel my absence when I'll not be there! Like kite flying in sky,

It all happened so long ago, I'm surprised that I still remember the events of that day. I'm twenty now, and it happened when I only thirteen. There was Mother, my sister, Grace, and I at home.