Millions of years ago... Before the dawn of history... I was a in a school band. I couldn't play an instrument then so I was the vocalist. This tune was one of the band's originals. Now, bear in mind this was the 'Ay-deees' so it was mullets…

A well of thoughts continues, but who is it dreaming in the white room? Midnight has drifted away, and we're headed towards the dawn of the next day.

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…

cast aside the scenes you see I'll help you find your voice the future's fast as Doppler blurs but there always was a choice No Air Support The Sun Is Low Up In The Skies It Refused To Grow beware the talking screens they persist but…

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…

When magic and technology cross paths, all heck will break loose. Lyrics I can't help believing that this course she can't stop weaving a part of her deceiving herself that this is right She focuses fate her intentions transferred…

The Chinese believe if you perform a certain choreographed routine while aboard an elevator, the elevator will open a door to 'somewhere else'. [Addendum : It's heavily formatted, but I want to point out I did use Chris Carignan's DjentBot…

The CB Radio in the corner echoes with an idle static, but something sounds peculiar - it's no noise you've ever heard before. There's something intelligent about it, like it's peering out of the speaker and looking right at you.

I'm not a trick of the shadows. You're the trick of light.