The cupboards, of this old house Don't close like they used to And your mother, is just as old now Wouldn't you say The lanterns, you hung in your teeth when you were young, Still light up the room Yeah it's true, If anything is true I wish…

Oh, Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs, Try to gnaw, but why would I want to. Why would I want to. Oh, Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips, Trying not to fall, but why would I want to. Why would I want to. Silent pines, know my name Even…

Tango, yeah... It often seemed to appear as displaying the life itself, but in reality it's just... ~tired passion~

A song written for my mother "Mary" when she left us several years ago,,,memories remain.

I just got myself a new toy called Maschine. Maschine is a "Groove Production Studio." So I guess that makes this my first groove product.

Feel the wind in my sails Heading toward a brighter day No more dark, dead end trails Looks like sunshine all the way Aint no stopping me now Been a long time in the darkness Bangin round where I can’t see Smell the fresh air through the window…

613 is a prime number, 136 is triangular, and 361 is a square number - I didn't know what to name it ( but I wrote a math book once called Mathematical Bliss). Anyone want to put some metal vocals on this?

Burgundy's Billiard Room, 10/11/03. Our second gig.

I can't remember the title of this song. Burgundy's Billiard Room, 10/11/03. Our second gig.