Hey, look! A short song, and it's kind of gross. It's easy to write about gross stuff. It's hard to put effort into songs when you have two days to write and record everything. This one was fun to make.

RPM2023. February, the month of concessions. I didn't have the time to put into the original idea that I had for this year, so first concession, put that on the back burner and instead do something a little, or a lot, simpler. A collection…

Yacht rock. Every time I see your smile I feel like I’ve come home And every time you stay a while Is the best day that I’ve known You’re the one that lights my way Brings brightness to my day And I just have to say Don’t want it…

Everyone loves a tribute to The Cure I’m sitting here in the dark , Thinking how we fell apart I can’t shake the feeling of your touch Remembering the way you smiled, And how you said you’d stay a while But now you’re gone and I’m here all…

I don't even know you anymore. You open your mouth, the words slip out I’m shocked by what I hear The differences couldn’t be more clear Same scene, different views With our eyes and on the news And I’m not sure what to do I don’t…

Sometimes you listen to a Peter Murphy song and then ask ChatGPT to help you write a song. Sometimes you end up with this. You wouldn't believe the lyrics I left out. Goths on the beach, all dressed in black, Heading for the waves, and…

Don't let it be said that I've forgotten my love of R.E.M. Dream of a life that’s never been seen A world of possibilities, a place in between A place of shadows, a place of light A place of secrets, hiding in the night Oblique, oblique…

Sometimes you listen to a Peter Murphy song and then ask ChatGPT to help you write a song. Sometimes you end up with this. You wouldn't believe the lyrics I left out. Goths on the beach, all dressed in black, Heading for the waves, and…

Don't let it be said that I've forgotten my love of R.E.M. Dream of a life that’s never been seen A world of possibilities, a place in between A place of shadows, a place of light A place of secrets, hiding in the night Oblique, oblique…

I asked to robots to help me write a song in the style of Tom Waits. Riding on a train to the edge of town Where the night has just begun People on the street with nowhere to go Living hard and having fun Everywhere I go there’s a song…