The Analog Sun pierces through the blinds and windows of The Digital City, signalling a new day has begun.

Lost in a sigh A victim of flight Bare, no thoughts blank stare too gone to even care Thought Eater so lost in anesthesia bit by bleepin byte shorting out the lights Muse Gorger subdued by cold ambrosia there's no sleep no mind…

Awash in cold glow Of the Neon Light Moving Too Slow To View the Dilute Skyline Of a city that now feels like a tomb The few that are left have checked out of the room these streetways may've seen better days…

Amidst the Irish country side, a drunken chap encounters wee folk, but not the sort he was expecting. Lyrics just a recycled tale from the days of old when many a drunk irishman looked for his pot of gold gallavanting wassling through…

I wrote and recorded this song for RPM 2022. It was the first song I wrote about Covid, inspired by my partner's office going down with the virus.

A song written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in March 2023

I told this song in three parts/colors. Kind of like 'Love Song' by Tesla, if Tesla was working in 16 bit.

Vault 106 will be remembered. Lyrics the past haunting me in triplicate into the blue I pursue my ghosts again what is the glue holding all this together? is there a clue to allow me to remember? is their some truth buried…

Aliens thought they knew the best means to attack us, but their intelligence was a little dated. Lyrics : another forgotten signal TV tuned to UHF dead air an abandoned station snowy light red screen of death green men plotting conquest…

"I felt like drifting for a bit, before I got anchored down again by the daily grind."