Barbara Allen

He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen


Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying


As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen


Oh father father dig my grave
Dig it deep and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow


They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar


They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar

New Year's Eve

This NYE I'm going to Sonic Youth's party. You should come, too.

News: O Genesis

As some of you may have deduced from a few online posts and pictures that have been cropping up recently, over the last couple of days I've had the privilege of working with The Charlatans' Tim Burgess on a record to be released next year. Tim is a great producer and a generally positive presence in the studio, the last few days spent in the North have been a great end to the year for me.



We've been working on a few songs and are all very excited about the results.

Plenty more fun stuff to follow, promise.

Oh, I realise the blog updates have been sporadic too; no ready access to a computer just now. I'll try for an update a week to keep you all in the loop.

Merry Christmas and everything.