one of 5 songs written in July 2005 re: an old bandmate coming to visit after moving away to Indiana. this is a true story. remember me when I slept with your wife and you didn't kill me remember me when we played in that band and toured…

one of 5 songs written in July 2005 re: an old band mate visiting after moving away. when is how, and don't begin silent thoughts and long lost friends goodbye for now just and wise and kind and true from earth to sky, from me to you…

from the album "Que Vive!" shadows fly across the ground vultures circle in the sky animations swallow imaginary hollow empty promise fleeting, the approach of death with my last breath I’m not broken yet the way ahead turns grey, crawl towards…

from the album "Que Vive!" these wounds are deep and bleeding it’s hard to keep them covered the pain beyond believing wait so long to recover yes I know pain is a sign healing soon, this will be over these scabs are holy and sacred a shell…

from the album "Que Vive!" throw me in a hole and the rats begin to dance nothing left but skin and bones I never had a chance welcome home a flicker of the moon above, the rats come out to dine 4 by 4 dimensions and it’s all within my mind…

from the album "Que Vive!" how does it start, how will it end all my foes were once my friends keep thinking someone has to know but all my questions lead nowhere further and further into despair surrounded on all sides, no place to go armies…

from the album "Que Vive!" you’re so much like me that I’m not sure where I begin and you end sometimes I even see through your eyes your shi brown eyes still innocent you’re so refined, that I can’t fake any more lies you’re clutching…

RPM 2011 So wide awake the hands are still Too tired to keep them silent It barely pokes above the surface It hardly registers among the crowd So long and waves the farwell We’d better tell the authorities Goodbyes are so beautiful Disappear…

from the symphonic poem "Trials & Tribulations" featuring Alex Moody & the Leavenworth Baptist Choir and Brent Nolan on guitar. everytime I lose a minute going somewhere I need to be it’s like quicksand I know when you’re in it…

from the symphonic poem "Trials & Tribulations" featuring Alex Moody & the Leavenworth Baptist Choir and Brent Nolan on guitar. everytime I lose a minute going somewhere I need to be it’s like quicksand I know when you’re in it…