a boy named crow there has to be more to this than metaphors if i were you and you were lost without me this sadness is bigger than the truth and i could walk right through you driving towards my destiny my misery and purpose left, to exaggerate…

written by Brent Kinder recorded for the Angie Fights Crime Cover Album 2015

this is 4 bass tracks and drums the 3rd song i wrote about my wife. maybe someday the second song will show up somewhere. like a hunter hunts its prey eyeing me, hungrily can't keep her paws to herself and i'm not about to fight it it…

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

my entry into the 2008 Sidedown Christmas challenge. I tried the original Mel Torme chords and version and it just didn't fit for me, so i came up with my own chords and arrangement. this was done around the same time as g=gone so it's a…

windup I'm feeling something's come over me I'm feeling something's not quite right the phone is screaming like an orphan the cat is nowhere in sight the empty box is on the table you've seemed to disappear as well the windupbird is making noises…

I hear you Calling my name Like a whisper And a scream You haunt me Forever Twist your arms Around my neck In a dead embrace Locked with love You haunt me You haunt me I tore the paper From the walls To see what Was underneath You left no…

the first done song from "the Hardest Blow" featuring vocals from Keith Martin. If you’re waiting for the fall If you’re pushing on the wall If you’re listening for the call It’s not coming If you’re pushing on the wall If you…

from the album "orange" I’ve become, the same old song I’ve become, a headless drum I’ve become, a different son I’ve become, the complacent one Place your bets, it’s the end of regret, oh Don’t blame me cause I hardly matter…