Collaboration that I did with Beatwavecr. He composed the music, and I had done the vocals/lyrics. (September 2018 -- I fine-tuned the vocals and levels just slightly, but am trying to resist any further bouts of OCD.) Lyrics : [verse 1…

Who am I kidding? I don't know anything.

Don't tell me how it is, I'm good, I got it, I got it. But are we blind, and are there cracks in a facade? The riff was what came first, probably while watching the idiot box one evening. I am pretty sure it came very soon after RPM '15, and I…

Remixed and remastered for a charity compilation. More details to come. This is the title track to 2011's Sunday Morning Music.

Just a prototype. I wouldn't even call it a finished song. I was experimenting with creating a composition with thirds and sevenths that roam about between minor and major, exploring all the microtonal weirdness that exists in between.

Just a prototype. I wouldn't even call it a finished song. I was experimenting with creating a composition with thirds and sevenths that roam about between minor and major, exploring all the microtonal weirdness that exists in between.

Just a prototype. I wouldn't even call it a finished song. I was experimenting with creating a composition with thirds and sevenths that roam about between minor and major, exploring all the microtonal weirdness that exists in between.

Just a prototype. I wouldn't even call it a finished song. I was experimenting with creating a composition with thirds and sevenths that roam about between minor and major, exploring all the microtonal weirdness that exists in between.

Lyrics : I respect your ambitions but only plumbers have pipe dreams Stick with your inhibitions And cast your hopes away Leave matters of tomorrow to the tide of the big sea It shapes at its volition And molds your fate as clay