In whose words do we trust when we hear the drums of war Its men whose only mother is the god all mighty dollar And they all talk with false honour, ‘cos they wana have some bother So the banks will all get bigger - so they paint Double yellows in the dessert, smoke trails in the sky And then...

This one is one I have written a tune to. However lacking the ability to record my own stuff and given the fact that the tune is in my head and not written down; I have decided to post it here along with the others. I might include a recording of this if ever i get the chance to record it. D...

I like the feel of this one but can't help feel that it is missing something. Please feel free to leave a comment. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Life through crystal, shards of glass A death knells pistol, black as tar Break the morning, close the night Breathe...