Yup, I wrote it at around 2:00 a.m. I never was very good at going to bed.

Yeah. More of an indictment of my lack of playing ability than anything else.

Stolen from "Objects in the Morror," I let this one meander from it's original arrangement.

None of us are assembled properly. Some nights are worse than others.

The title track. Always curious to hear what people think the name means.

Yeah. Recorded on a Tuesday. Real original, Landry.

There's a historical marker near the side of the road on McCrea Hill just down the road. Jane gets a passing credit as the last line of the plaque reads "Sister Jane was martyred." Neat little piece of American history you might want to delve…

Our dreams can be very vivid and realistic - there are days I think all of reality is simply somebody thinking about (or remembering?) us. Lyrics I'm not the god of thee you're just my memories as I remember them [see the scenery…

from the album "Fair Game" Spring back it's not a game anymore on bikes we float around the trees but then the jungle disappears, reappears so confusing but that's ok everyone is fair game but no one wants to know

from the album "Fair Game" By the way if you're curiosity isn't a disability I may tell you we'll shoot the breeze hey now, just a moment more there's words in the air quite a lot of them actually nevermind i forgot it must not be…