(Inspired by an actual posting for a hornet's nest for sale on Craigslist) Bored and surfing for some brand new toys or vintage microphones But this one’s gonna take me down the rabbit hole What is going through their mind sometimes you…

Calm your senses for the hypnotist Convex phrases oh so delicate I’m testing if you’re worthy You’re waiting patiently Better forgive me now, before I find a new low Better regret me now, the devil you think you know Better that you…

Driving in we cross the golden gate Heading forward and then back again Here’s the spirit of the old cross streets Won’t be staying but I’m sure we’ll be, around around around We knew everything and were so sure of Pockets full of triptiks…

In the age of information you can’t call it intuition when the answer’s written up in the stars On an island you’re so sure of, caught a cold there is no cure for, ever struggling to catch every breath And I don’t remember asking you And…

A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail. A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale. Now you’ve gotten what you need Fairy tales forgotten And you taken what you please And paid us next to nothing…

Dust of the needle ground to dull The cast of the street light drawn so pale Motion is timeless, impossible speed Contained in the rows we planted the seed Counting my fingers, an abacus sort Pointing my index out You’re so warm it…

A large portion of this record was written with my friend Wilsun in mind. If anything, this is an album to amuse him. To ensure I achieved that goal, I tried to write a song that reminded me of "Life In A Northern Town", although it actually…

Were you guys aware that I'm a Beatles fan? Because, well.... I am. I don't want you to come too close I don’t need you to break the rules Don't try to play my game It’s not what you should do I don’t think we can be friends I don…