My senses keep telling me I've got a neck. This Coke bottle tells me I sold my neck to the devil at a crossroads. It's all academic anyway - I'm stuck in a tree.

The bright sun, the shadows of the leaves, waiting in the drawing room where Miss Marple has gathered us all and then then thennnn then then then thennnnn if I knew Morse code I'd know what happens then. Actually there's nothing 'then' because I'm stuck in a tree.

Band: Bray Vista.

Album: Sing my Darling

They're a country band. They're more country than crying because your ex has glued your car keys to a radiator as a work of conceptual art, which isn't really country at all, but they're much, much more country than that. They're from Bray.

Website:

http://www.brayvista.com/