This is just another middle of the road pile of trot, this time about the amazing instant classics I write, but am so protective of that I daren't let any of you hear. No one will ever hear them. Sorry, but I'm afraid this shite will just have…

rpm 2011 Black is white and up is down Flying high stuck on the ground Open your mouth to say one thing You always do the opposite Hypocrite, can’t you see Hypocrite, you and me Hypocrite, all we do Hypocrite, me and you Do as I say but not…

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…

This is a band I was in for almost 9 years. We were called 3 Ton Jack. Played mostly around the Council Bluffs, IA - Omaha, Ne areas. Singer: James Johnston Guitars/backing vocals: Me Guitars: J.C. Leach Bass: John Schrader Drums: Kevin Corum