A song about striking out.

My attempt at a happy love song, the name is borrowed from an old tv show.

This is for the couple that sat behind me while i was eating and were referring to everyone going into the Target next door as "sheeple".

Written after reading an article about Robert Oppenheimer.

Tried to capture the spirit of the e.e. Cummings poem, didn't quite make it.

vocal based but with no lyrics.. ha!

this is the most obnoxiously happy sinstrumentel

do not follow instructions/its just other people making signs/ an asphault schooner sky/ a plaster walrus eye/ why are people pointing guns at each other/ isnt that crazy/ they mad or sumptin? I just dont get it/ why dont we have/ a global bucket…

this is what happens when you mix wheaties n=and v8