When the sun sets over high mountains it doesn’t get dark When the valley cools in in the evening the crinoline bark Strike a match on the stone hearth flickering light for the fire I watch the blue ridge violet hue ridge fade in the night…

Bait on the hook A curse on the town We laugh like coyotes And cry just like clowns It scrubs off of our fingers A little elbow grease and there it goes Bones in the garden Pitchfork in the hay Mice in the cupboard It’s written all…

A footnote A highlight Soft words from the podium Modest compression A Turkish delight And a Bic from the gas station Cold calls Non-binary Waitlist university Gen-Z in a Big Dog t-shirt No drugs, no society No sex, no anything Just…

What did we give away for the things we have? I don’t see any place I haven’t been before But the faces I hold in my mind when I’m drifting off to sleep Are as free as anything could be When all the dollar stores have vanished in the flood…

The manta ray hangs off of the keychain that you bought at the aquarium I asked if that was the thing that killed Steve Erwin - I was wrong and you sure let me know My buddy Andrew bought a cd in Connecticut by the Teeth called "Carry the…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

Seventh Heaven baseball cards No slip-n-slides once it gets dark The moneys in the coffee can Out there you’ll find the promised land I know it I rolled the pennies, swept the floor Put folded shirts in dresser drawers Lit the candle…

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

She can’t skate but she’s got a skateboard - go figure Down goes the Berlin Wall up goes the middle finger And she can read minds she can stand in long lines she’s no beginner And she can see time go a-passing her by it’s so linear She…

He takes all of his clothes off and jumps into the Seine The water is cleaner than it ever has been The car needs for you to drive it, or else it doesn’t move The car needs for you to drive it, I hate to make you choose It’s like a still…

The sound of the wheels That the gravel driveway reveals I am home for a while Where I keep my things and desires Tennessee / Carolina Tie the loose ends and leave it behind You know me, I’m unwinding Soaked in gin subatomic dividing…

You can roll the dice You can read the gospel Or just balance on the knife Kicking rocks like cigarettes You both used to like Now it’s all just plastic I could use some advice And you could use me Anytime you like Dead man’s paradise…

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…