A new piano tune for April. I don’t know who April is but here its is.
Picture taken at a friends piano down in Dormansland near Lingfield in Surrey a few years back.

Sometimes the end is just the end. That’s was a song I wrote nearly 10 years ago, at a time when I thought things were changing and things did change a bit but not much. Things got better for a while and then they got worse and there was a bit of panic and then that got sorted and things got better again. More time passed then things kind of stayed the same and the same and the same and got very stale. Less in the way of crises and a lot more carrying on carrying on and then I wound up here.

Well suddenly you wake from a dream and here is not where you thought it was. In fact, here is not even there, you have come to inhabit some form of limbo, but its only today right now that you know. You feel the wind on your face and realize that your awake and it’s not a dream.  The world is full of idiots and even if you don’t believe that you are, guess what. You have been aiding and abetting them.