This started as a conversation with Lady Jane, and it developed from there. FDR played lead. I'm now going to dispose of my senses...again.

Don't let it go, don't let it burn out so slow; like a bar of soap in your match-jar. Cause even when things hurt the most, don't let it go. And when the wick burns out, when your house remains a parsed kind of fall. When the rambling chords…

Don't let it go, don't let it burn out so slow; like a bar of soap in your match-jar. Cause even when things hurt the most, don't let it go. And when the wick burns out, when your house remains a parsed kind of fall. When the rambling chords…

Don't let it go, don't let it burn out so slow; like a bar of soap in your match-jar. Cause even when things hurt the most, don't let it go. And when the wick burns out, when your house remains a parsed kind of fall. When the rambling chords…

Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world. REAL MEN Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men No one seems to…

An improvisation following a conversation about whales and dolphins. Which are not whales.

A song about, well, s**t happens, but all in all, it's alright. Thanks to TwoRegs (singing), Freight Drive Reprobate (singing and harmonica)and Lady Jane (Singing in posh mode). Hope you like.

Tis the Season and the Moon Messin round with a fun lil cover

Bonding with a new guitar Bittersweet is not just for chocolate If you put any more change in my pocket I'd sink in a bathtub Since I've been gone You've moved on Everything's different but the feelings remain yet another sign of change A…