I felt like I was ruining something beautiful that Sean S. made when I talked over this thing. Desperate times.

Brennan drops some rhymes

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Just a joke...

You can look forever For your happy home But you won’t find it No matter where you roam You need some direction You can count on me And I’ll be your fool Every time you’re feeling You have lost your way You come to me And pretend…

You can wait a lifetime And never get another chance like this Opportunity’s knocking, right now What are you waiting for? Are you afraid of what’s in store? There’s a lot of good and bad, out there… It’s the chance of a lifetime Or…

With the road flat ahead of me I push the pedal to the floor No looking back any more My future is ahead of me As for the past I closed the door I’m leaving all of that behind Gonna be, better times ahead Won’t stop until I am dead…

I wanted to compose something that sounded like a real band improvising - the virtual bassist made too many trips to a virtual Dunkin Donuts before the virtual jam session and was virtually bouncing off the virtual walls of the DAW. The ghost…

Okay, just one more track. Did this one at the last second. I needed to end the album on a 'dancing around apartment like an idiot driving the downstairs neighbors crazy' sort of note.

cast aside the scenes you see I'll help you find your voice the future's fast as Doppler blurs but there always was a choice No Air Support The Sun Is Low Up In The Skies It Refused To Grow beware the talking screens they persist but…