60 bpm, a fading, just so, the light the light out my window hold tight, hold tight fading stretching out this road, goes on and on out the window who even knows which road we're on stretching, forever but i'd rather sleep my life…

based on the book by knut hamsen i stand beneath the cloudy city sky, passing time, and gnaw upon, ideas and dreams, broken self solitude, formulate my world around me, wander the streets and ravish my dreams, the scent of food surrounds me…

original lyrics were about the sheep in the US. she's my distraction, as i crash into the sea, hurling towards the brink of my frail reality, she pushes buttons then waits for self destruct, fate has brought her to me then fate gets shot by…

she turns the light on, illuminate the way, i'm close behind her, i'm being lead away, and feeling i'm holding, but cannot release fading, sorrow, fraily, follow, follow, moving, unconsiously, from one beat to another this beat punctures the…

Lyrics: There’s a pound or two of flesh in my chest yet. It sits next to the bag that brings me my breath, yes. A knot of muscle that flex and flex and flexes, It’s okay—no rest (unless time requests it). In the bowl above my eyes a gelatinous…

This song started with just the title. I think unappeasable is a fantastic word. Unappeasable: She’s so unappeasable I don’t think that she’s feasible. Oh, I’ve tried to be reasonable but she can’t see my point of view. She’s blind…

I was thinking about a guy that I met one time in the street in Montreal who was just kind of aimlessly wandering about Canada following the death of his son... Manitoba: I’m on my way, on my way, On my way back to Dufresne… I remember…

This is my version of Alex Moody's "Of A Child" from his album Make Do & Mend...recorded for the RPM cover swap project.

when i was 18 i took in a runaway she crawled into my bed on the 7th day i played her music and i cooked her food i did everything i thought i should i let her sleep late and i paid her way then her dad showed up one day well she had grown…

100 bpm, f she sits behind a very large desk and talks on the phone all long somewhere inside she's waiting but i don't know what she's waiting for slam it down, get up down run away she lays upon a very large bed watches tv and brushes…