RPM. Month of concessions. I had lots of ideas, and they all seemed to fall apart. Time was not in abundance. Glad this was a leap year, for me to squeeze this out in a few hours after work.

A sea shanty that I wrote for the collaborative "Mayors" project. Featuring Jarrett Osborn on drums.

The RPM veteran’s committee, aka Town Counsel is a group of small town bureaucrats hell-bent on world domination and/or making fun songs. This particular track was a musical game of “telephone” where each counselor added a part to a previously…

RPM. Month of concessions. I had lots of ideas, and they all seemed to fall apart. Time was not in abundance. Glad this was a leap year, for me to squeeze this out in a few hours after work.

RPM. Month of concessions. I had lots of ideas, and they all seemed to fall apart. Time was not in abundance. Glad this was a leap year, for me to squeeze this out in a few hours after work.

VERSE I And we waited till night falls To be fully changed by the fire But the wait is over now, it won’t be too long And your pushing to far again CHORUS Our Skins turn from the afterglow And we can’t stay too long And we don’t want…

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VERSE I I never thought it'd be this way I never thought there'd be this pain Little did I know how things could change Now I know I'll never be the same Now I'm the one who is ashamed I have nothing left to gain The burden is mine to bear…

VERSE I I'm tough while I'm alive I'll soften up with heat and time I'm fine baked or fried It's up to you CHORUS Cut me up and bury me Keep me down 'till I grow leaves I got eyes, but I can't see I go great with sour cream VERSE…

VERSE I And we, both encased in sweet And you make sure it all stays all so still While I, still let it all flow free Your top, is by far more colorful And you are beautiful CHORUS We are not so different We rise all the same Ready…