from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

Featuring my son Kellan on guitar and vocals. recorded entirely in my kitchen with kitchen stuff.

this is a cover my old band Kill.Pop. did for a Catherine Wheel compilation many years ago. I never let the other guys in the band hear the original until after we recorded it. I think that's really the best way to do a cover.

Dave Tanner's rendition of his Sunny, sorta... song at the release show Nov. 5. that's me on the Ooos in the background.

RPM Holiday Challenge 2011

from the album "Que Vive!" night falling don’t want to sleep my dreams don’t feel like me falling, failing, twist all around my world turned upside down crash over, drown in the sea crush under, darkness inside of me failing harder, like a…

from the album "Que Vive!" before you throw it, the tragedy unfolding make sure you look him right into his eyes look him right into his eyes pull the pin, one Mississippi, two Mississippi hurl away and watch it arc into the sky watch it arc…

from the album "Que Vive!" shadows fly across the ground vultures circle in the sky animations swallow imaginary hollow empty promise fleeting, the approach of death with my last breath I’m not broken yet the way ahead turns grey, crawl towards…

from the album "Que Vive!" these wounds are deep and bleeding it’s hard to keep them covered the pain beyond believing wait so long to recover yes I know pain is a sign healing soon, this will be over these scabs are holy and sacred a shell…

from the album "Que Vive!" throw me in a hole and the rats begin to dance nothing left but skin and bones I never had a chance welcome home a flicker of the moon above, the rats come out to dine 4 by 4 dimensions and it’s all within my mind…

from the album "Que Vive!" how does it start, how will it end all my foes were once my friends keep thinking someone has to know but all my questions lead nowhere further and further into despair surrounded on all sides, no place to go armies…

from the album "Que Vive!" you’re so much like me that I’m not sure where I begin and you end sometimes I even see through your eyes your shi brown eyes still innocent you’re so refined, that I can’t fake any more lies you’re clutching…