.. only words will remain when the $h!t hits the fan. It was a quote from an older song I wrote [Terrestrial Epitaph In Shortwave], and I felt the need to develop it further here. It amazes me how much free advice there is out there etched…

Alternate name: The Post-Mortem Pitchman We live in an age nowadays where a celebrity can endorse a product or service long after they meet with the proverbial reaper. Has anybody bothered to ask the dead guy if he wants to endorse half…

I guess we have a title track. I'm not sure if I created it, or if it conjured itself into being. Freesound Sample Info : 44928_digifishmusic_KT_LA_C4

(rocking in chair, smoking bubble pipe) Let me tell you a story about the time that Dave fell asleep on the conveyor belt again. Samples used : * 463431__luongthenguyen1__glass-and-metal * 655875__kaleigh0218__glass-shattering

I've been playing too much Saints Row 2, and I spend a lot of time driving around, crashing into things, and finding shortcuts that vehicular insurance companies may take exception with.

read between the lines dead stare Venetian blinds death from your radar sight sullen glares you avoid the light reach beyond your eyes stew deluded truth into convenient lies Adrift In Gilded Mist A Rancid Sauce This Deceptive…

A tale of thirteen clueless robots forever corrupted by odd time signatures and Mike Portnoy drum solos. And they go on an adventure, and rescue a robot princess or something. (Soon to be adapted by Hollywood as a major motion picture, considering…

A dangerous game of "How Many Synthesizers Can I Use Before The Computer Catches On Fire?"

come on home mama's in the kitchen silence on the phone some of the pieces still missing you've been away for quite a while a missing link a broken file bad glitchy code that still persists electric ghost that's twice unblessed…

I could see her reflection in the glass windows of the ever growing skyscrapers in the city. I could see her reflection staring back at me from the rivers, and the computer screens, and the bottoms of compact discs. She still lived somewhere…