80 bpm, b the bombs fly down towards the city the bullets scream fast as lightening and i can't believe what we do to each other the children cry for their mothers the mothers cry for their children the tears they cry fall for nobody…

Can you tell this was the final song I wrote for the challenge?

I'm not kidding. Just some improvised harmonica.

Really, I think this should have a full band behind it. That clearly wasn't an option in the time I had...

started out in 5, but i couldn't sing to that. it's not the loneliness, per say, it's just doing the same thing every day, alone, i'm not someone who needs daily tending, it's just that i would like to be tended to, eventually, and yet i remain…

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…

an older tune written for a long distance relationship this silence was laughter before this distance a warm embrace blank screen, cold kansas night don't worry my message is on its way i'm typing with fingers my fingers are arrows, flying…