Album: Flora & Fauna Year: 2008

Album: Flora & Fauna Year: 2008

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

A song about the lost art of the mix-tape and knowing that someone is trouble but doing it anyway... Compilation Tapes: Did I mention that I think that you’re a real fine dancer and I like the way you dress? I’ve known a number of girls…

The title just popped into my head unannounced one day and I had to try to work from that. About a girl with a broken radio and the repairman who would do anything to find her a new one and win her love... It certainly appears broken, Minerva…

A draft from RPM 2009 Challenge. The lyrics are strange and could easily be misunderstood, so let me help: So -- you have this bummed out fellow, the same one from my Alonetone 'album in a day' contest submission. He's wandering around…

Remastered the levels slightly on 3/4/09. An attempt at a progressive metal-inspired piece with time signature changes. Moral of the story: Kind of a demented play on Charlotte's Web - if you give somebody wings and they hate your guts…

"In a reformatted world with deleted people, there are still enough dead links that some individuals might indirectly be aware of the existence of those deleted. To everybody else, they'd seem either spiritual and/or mentally imbalanced…

The response to the telegraphinar communication, from a darker perspective. The deleted don't like to remain that way. Even deleted files still lurk somewhere. -- Experimentation with polyrhythms - it goes in some weird directions from there.