Autobiographical song about the demise of one of my bands, Dagger Moon.
Last night I had the weirdest experience whilst trying to sleep. This is a somewhat exaggerated rendition.
It's true. I really can't stop.
A song about the Lego house I made for my son this week. He loves that house.
Do you notice how it's almost nowhere totally quiet anymore?
About a holiday we had a long time ago (not sure if it was 2003, but it rhymes). That holiday was in the beautiful french village of Kruth.
One guitar, three flutes. Made in the evening, when it was already dark outside.