On the grounds that we might all be dead soon, I've decided that more is more. This song features the saxophone talents of mr. simon hartung.

On the back of an old songsheet, I found these ...

here are some clever ideas by auden on the death of yeats

But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,

An afternoon of nurses and rumours;

The provinces of his body revolted,

The squares of his mind were empty,

Silence invaded the suburbs,

The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities

And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,

To find his happiness in another kind of wood

And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.

less other

Anthomy Gregory has made this funny thing of one of the tracks I made with Andy Jupp (Charity Shop Dj)