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…

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

RPM 09. True story of my best mate, Weaver Hawkins.

A cover of David Marcoullier's excellent piece. All lyrics and music are by him, and this is just my version.

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…

A cover of David Marcoullier's excellent piece. All lyrics and music are by him, and this is just my version.

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

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…