we didnt have the focus to write lyrics for the ambitiuous list of twenty tracks.

this was a rough month

my first and last rock song ever, so fuckin enjoy it

OH YOU KNOW here ya go my first track for this RPM challenge 2012

fourth and final song of our latest album.

limps into pace, and holds some grace. a duet, between jupiter on keyboard and hot wheels on the six string.

a modded duet, jupiter on the keyboard and hot wheels on an acoustic guitar. the music hearkens an otherworldy sunrise.

it's true, the return of the chimps. these two crazy monkeys got together for a recording session after nearly a year without playing together. the results of the musical contact are a short album. this is the first song written by C8ME since…

theres always another side to the story

this is definitely not accoustic. my room mate and good friend dave diesel sings on this track.

it was impossible to do an accoustic version of an electronic game. so instead i present something more akin to what is known in texas as 'skrewed' actually i think this is my favorite recent remix from RPM

jupiter is going to be impossible to replace, she wrote this song in its entirety, i just helped line up the tracks a little. her voice is one of the finest i've heard, AND she used to sleep with me. If the Chimping continues without her is yet…

i called this one acoustic, even though we made it with an old casio keyboard, because i stripped it out down to the most basic parts, gone are the jackhammers and machine gun drums...

this version is very simple

this one had to get shortened, because to accomodate the acoustic material

another naked ditty

hahahahahahahaha laughter heals the soul and body

i wanted to see what this would sound like stripped bare. you should all laugh at me.

in creep out you bloe my mind creep me out all the time i wish rain were a flower and blooming pour over this world its over its ended your dreams have been rendered. already its been proven there is no nation just a dry skeleton of words and…

comin down from the fly shakimunis trajectory seat 14-c on the 747 questioning life death and all things transitory thru the skymall pages shave the dome direct the signal from manic malicious self indulgent loneliness like a handmade quoddy shaping…