Bio

http://www.myspace.com welcome,to suburbia. put time and motion on the back burner for a spell and take a flight upon the goodship imaginus.follow the caravan train as it weaves its way across the shifting sands of the desert. and when night is falling and the sun sinks behind the dunes,sing a song of thanksgiving as you gaze up at the moon. the journey continues:- suburbia calling new album-is there anybody there. Music to me is like dipping your hand into a lucky bag,you never know what you may find. Welcome to Suburbia Calling.,collectively Jim playing guitars,myself playing keyboard,acoustic piano and various plumbing devices.Hope you enjoy the music. Maybe not everybody's cup of tea,but there again neither is war.See ya later,the Back room Boys. Asylum. ====== brother can i sooth your conscience eradicate the pain seed won't grow on barren wasteland so the prophet says forbidden fruit ain't for the hungry who learn to live or die empty heads talking round a table the question is it right I kissed the ground you walk upon made a thousand sacred vows took a chapter from the masters fire can burn your house people reading their daily tabloids never knowing your roots complain that life isn't easy well,-----if only they knew my pen runs dry now I must seal these words tomorrow has no identity Invisible i work.[link="URL"][indent][/indent][/link][link="URL"][/link][b][color="red"][/color][link="URL"][color="red"][/color]