Oh Butterfly Come Out Of Your Cocoon Or You're Sure To Die Oh Butterfly Why Are You Always Hiding?

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Sounds Tangerine Dreamish, except with more revving engines and random zombies. (Various zombies - not all are of the undead variety.)

(Apologies - very cussy lyrics! I ate an entire bar of Irish Spring soap to repent.) tappity tap tappity tap fingers on the glass how did you end up in this goddamn rat trap with your head stuffed up your a-- you dreamt a picture…

a deluge of insight bright screen but illuminight pick your favorite poison what color truths do we choose to imbibe? a whisper from dark corners don't let the shadow of facts detract from false light the part of the brain that…

If there was a signal there, it's been lost to the noise.

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I composed this nearly 20 years ago. At the time, I had Jeskola Buzz on my work computer, and would muck around with loops as I got my work done. (Security wasn't as a big a thing back then.) I think the last place I had uploaded this was…

Okay, just one more track. Did this one at the last second. I needed to end the album on a 'dancing around apartment like an idiot driving the downstairs neighbors crazy' sort of note.

Um - yeah. There are a few naughty words - many apologies. This is a bonus track -- unless I can't think of a legitimate track 10. If so, then this is both the highlight and crowning achievement of the album, and I totally intended it to be.

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[parental advisory - I cuss once. Sorry. It won't happen again. Except on the bonus track, but I was cooking so I have an excuse in that case.] Grounded You Will Sit Anchored To The Floor Wallow In The Shit You Weren't Met To Fly No More…

I wanted to compose something that sounded like a real band improvising - the virtual bassist made too many trips to a virtual Dunkin Donuts before the virtual jam session and was virtually bouncing off the virtual walls of the DAW. The ghost…

Just as Dave McKean says sometimes you just need to let paint be paint, the same goes with sound. Sometimes you just need to let sound be sound, and not try and force it to represent something.

Melting Into The Floorboards Descending Down The Stairs Where I've Gone I'm Not Sure But I'm No Longer There And If I Use My Wings To Fly And Find Ultraviolet Dreams And Hope The Sun Still Choose To Shine On Shadowed Broken Things…