Sometimes life introduces you to people who just, well, make you realize that a smackdown may be all that will work. When you know you're taking the high road, and they're all below you, it's a beautiful, freeing thing.

When your "competition" brings a water pistol to a chainsaw fight, and wears their self-righteous arrogance as a lovely mask over

Sometimes life introduces you to people who just, well, make you realize that a smackdown may be all that will work. When you know you're taking the high road, and they're all below you, it's a beautiful, freeing thing.

When your "competition" brings a water pistol to a chainsaw fight, and wears their self-righteous arrogance as a lovely mask over both of their faces, sometimes all we can do is cry OR sing this long very loudly, and then go off dancing on our merry little ways.

An atmospheric song based on stories shared from a friend, about her grandmother living through the days of "the old IRA" in the Irish Republic. Young men were regularly hidden creatively so that they wouldn't be conscripted into the military.

Greg moves into brand new musical territory: Irish instruments and multiple time signatures help weave a

An atmospheric song based on stories shared from a friend, about her grandmother living through the days of "the old IRA" in the Irish Republic. Young men were regularly hidden creatively so that they wouldn't be conscripted into the military.

Greg moves into brand new musical territory: Irish instruments and multiple time signatures help weave a tale about freedom and families protecting themselves from political oppression. Lyrics: They come knocking then pounding as we hesitate to answer. A sky of gray looks down. Entering every room. Why is it we feel like criminals in our own home? They look now, under the mattress, into the closet. We tell them there is no one. They were our blood a long long time ago, but faces of strangers now. They leave while taking three of the young ones, schoolmates long gone. If that saves them I'll not say. Wish only Dad were here and the Old IRA.

Getting away to a private island to take time and breathe... in the dark there's a lighthouse near!

This non-album single is the first studio recording since Summer Of Storms, and promises a new direction in Greg's autobiographical writing. A reggae beat is overlaid with some non-reggae-type instruments and an inventive pop melody. You may indeed

Getting away to a private island to take time and breathe... in the dark there's a lighthouse near!

This non-album single is the first studio recording since Summer Of Storms, and promises a new direction in Greg's autobiographical writing. A reggae beat is overlaid with some non-reggae-type instruments and an inventive pop melody. You may indeed play with fire till you learn, but that friendly lighthouse in the dark is calling out for your heart, my dear.