Track 9 for RPMX album Cold Ground Was My Bed Those boots that you're wearing black and high Reach almost up to your thigh High heels and leather Tight as a drum They would even look good on your mum Black Boots Wear them with fishnets…

track 8 for my RPMX album Cold Ground Was My Bed Little Jack Kerouac sits under a tree Tells me that all we see is just a movie In our minds If you look at those mountains for months at a time You will see the blissful essence of your…

Muriel Jeanne Skinner promised that if it were possible she would come back from the dead to tell me about the afterlife. She has not returned.. Opened the window to let some air flow through A bird flew in and landed in my living room Something…

everyone says I cant sing. I can its just im not very good. its not about whether I can so much as whether I should. but I do! yeah I will.. strangle that cat anyhoo people say I cant, I can.. im just not very good. everyone says I cant…

Rework of this song for the album- I'm currently recording everything I wrote in the last year. There's electric cello and melodica in there- this is the first multitrack recording I've done in well over a year. Enjoy!

As requested, here are the lyrics. On the night stand is a clock counting down the waning hours 'til the fiery fingers of the dawn come crawling through Burning eyes in morning sun the engine turns more slowly now driving down a silent…

Here's the first track that I've written/recorded for RPM 2015.