OK. I’m stopping this for a bit. Maybe I’ll be back later.  There are some other things that I need to do.

An idea for a bass line popped into my head. That’s all this is, just an idea, nothing ambitious.

Bit dreamy and off my head after working nights. When I wrote this I did it singing in Ivor Cutler’s voice but when I tried to record it like that I discovered that I simply am not as good as he was at singing, so I had to change it back to my usual weedy voice.

I’m between night- shifts and I woke up too early so I’m good-for-nothing. Also, there’s been too much emotions and too much said on here lately. So let’s cool it down with a nice bit of anodyne ballet music.

If you’ve ever seen Peter Greenaway’s excellent Drowning By Numbers you’ll recognise the idea of enemies gathering under the water-tower. If you haven’t, you could think of it as a metaphor for bad Karma.

I wrote this track in bright sunshine, at midday. I recorded it hours later in the middle of the night. Weirdly I wrote it about someone else but listening now it could just as easily be about me!

Awwww. I didn’t hardly spend any time at all on yesterday’s one, so I’ve made a bit more of an effort today specially for you! I thought I’d write something about a subject which songwriters tend to ignore – how sad it is when you break up with someone. It’s called “Sad Night”.

This not sleeping is getting beyond a joke. Plus I saw the ballet Romeo and Juliet today which kind of put me off everything.

I had the idea for this song because I was talking to myself yesterday, and I realised that it was quite a strange thing to be doing so I thought I’d see if I could work out who the voices were. It turned out there was one who was kind of like a nurse and one who was like a soldier in bed and then some who were like a greek chorus. I suppose that’s quite usual.

I am so tired. So tired that I feel like I’m floating, but floating in some heavy, poisonous liquid. Hanging, suspended in toxic waste that is slowly polluting my blood. It’s a shame on such a nice sunny day.

I went to a book club meeting for the first time ever today. We talked about this and that, analysing the work in question. So here’s what this song means.

Ha ha cluster bombs are the devastating munitions that a friend of mine uses on MSN. It goes:

Me: Now you’re just being insensitive

Her: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The rest of the song is obvious and self-explanatory.