Outside this motel room, there is a world gone man. Mortals eating the flesh off the face of other mortals. Mad shooters mass murdering strangers for no apparent reason. Well, baby, I say we just stay here, you and me, make love, and forget about…

Based on a poem by William Sharp that I found while researching my family history. The poem has been put to music once already, by one Christopher Goldsack, http://www.sundown.pair.com/Sharp/piratepoem.htm but I wanted to put my own little…

Is she a machine or a woman who has covered herself with shiny reflective metal. Do you see yourself or do you see her.

Is she a machine or a woman who has covered herself with shiny reflective metal. Do you see yourself or do you see her.

I was finally able to finish this one up over this past week. Like always I am never satisfied but I have come to a point where I just tell myself enuff is enuff and move on to the next song...pheww! Hopefully it sounds good on everyone elses…

My wife got me a mandolin for either Christmas or a birthday and I think this was one of the first songs I wrote on it. My Father Here in this foreign land The Lord God takes my hand One day - the Promised Land And no more I’ll cry…

So, I'll drink up, beautiful, I'll leave bottles, up and down the coast, When I get to that light house, I'll burn it down, and laugh. Skeletons rise up to meet me, In a place where the waves touch the beach, And hollowed bones, broken…

Based on a poem by William Sharp that I found while researching my family history. The poem has been put to music once already, by one Christopher Goldsack, http://www.sundown.pair.com/Sharp/piratepoem.htm but I wanted to put my own little…

This song comes from comparing my behavior to that of my children. And I have found out that history does indeed repeat itself. Thanks for stopping by to listen. I'll post the lyrics as soon as I find them. ER