According to our records

“According to our records you’re dead,” said the man.

I am, I will

How hollow we the male of the species often become.

Does Friendship Matter

VERSE/ I found a friend But I am so confused My feelings for him Have changed so much I can't help the way I feel I need to tell him the truth

Cup Final

They say that it’s the balls in the back of the net that count, but that’s rubbish. The game’s won or lost way before a ball’s netted, before you even step onto the pitch.

I wonder

VERSE/ I wonder who makes The glorious days I wonder who makes The sky so blue I have often wondered About the mountains and the lakes

Inspiration

VERSE/ I love to feel Your touch When I feel so down You can turn My bad day Into something good (Chorus times 2) CHORUS/ You inspire me
Gold cherry

Places I remember

The Level will always be Brighton in its purest form to me.

The Silver Pentangle & the Amber Alembic

Mother Midnight - old hag, or alluring madam ?

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