They try and find a way to reach you, but it's like concrete.

Or is this some sort of dream? "Sleep come soon, and white away the room." Perhaps this is a dream you shouldn't be having. Some doors are best left unopened.

verse 1 the train has left the station the terminal is bare there's stirrings in the psyche ward it's something in the air that same old aggravation old dog that bit the hare a motion blur on the chessboard which pawns have played…

You sent me light years away to have a look at a cartoon dog and a two dimensional pancake. I'm cold and sick of being motion sick.

A wise Canadian once said that things still happen in the chronological spackle that fills in the space between the narrated events.

a path of light to forever flowing forth like a stream a path of light I remember cutting me off from the dream your dawning day has come your hands been raised to overtake the sun the doorbell has been chimed you must now awake man there…

Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

I think I’ll drink til this makes sense and that might be a damn long time I’m at the bottom of the well but at least the water’s become wine Is this what passes for a fantasy? it’s all green screen and electrical tape To seize the…

Written remotely via an iPod from my couch, since the space heater was on, and I didn't feel like walking five steps to the computer. Oh -- I need to come up with some deep philosophical meaning to the song. Right. Humans are trying to communicate…

it is quite a feat to open up your eyes and feast off some real sunlight hope be the stars I see a phantom me but night is gone blind pilot I'll hitch a ride set this thing to overdrive mind pirate mine drifts with the tide…

The madman looks distorted in all mirrors but the funhouse variety.

The shrinking violet withdrew too much and turned itself inside out.

before I disappear I form a fossil shaped by fear fresh thoughts have gone up dry yet old habits still multiply my waking life is said and done I'm just this script I have become no good solution can be found let's burn this whole thing…

catscans on this dogday reveal the zero brainwaves can you come out to play on the living side the still line lingers sideways whatever thoughts left far away is my message making it through to a mind content to hide?

who spies butterflies as they flutterby butterflies better hide as prying eyes rely on light to spy

Another sound experiment that I can't really call a 'song'. I am building out a microtonal sampling system. I basically told it to continually create seventh chords using differing variants of a third, fifth, and seventh each time. All this…

Just a prototype. I wouldn't even call it a finished song. I was experimenting with creating a composition with thirds and sevenths that roam about between minor and major, exploring all the microtonal weirdness that exists in between.

Collaboration that I did with Beatwavecr. He composed the music, and I had done the vocals/lyrics. (September 2018 -- I fine-tuned the vocals and levels just slightly, but am trying to resist any further bouts of OCD.) Lyrics : [verse 1…

Lyrics : Run Run You Won't Get Far You're Just A Brain In A Jar Landscapes Out Of Thin Air They Render As You Make It There Test Tube Newbie See What You're Meant To See Test Tube Newbie All You're Ever Meant To Be

Just your typical chiptunes opening music foreshadowing the imminent arrival of baked goods.