rant ,soliloquy, rant amb rock

take me home to the planet earth/ ladyslippers wet with dew/ love sinking into roots..

shoop shoop

zoozaza its all a brujaja ha hahahahahaha/ the bands width is not a cummerbund/ words to squeeze out the imperfect/ bright lites fandango oh so fun/ where is the allah/ messiah/ the jah? as a species/ we fall to peaces/ our pretense, provoked…

it art its love of course/ the source of a divorce/ if your droolin/its the new sexy/

the highway is so close now, /the night sounds like a projector/ even the racoons fled / so close to my heart/ it plays tricks on my sight/ industrial slugs over rotting logs/ pour condominiums/like maple syrup/ pleasing corporate hounds/ who…

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…

well its a dirty pile o snow meltin into the ground/ just a dirty pile o snow meltin inna tha ground/ and theres a rusty pole sticking outta the dirt/ rusty pole stickin outta tha dirt/ and the mighty snowplow pushin it around/ yeah the mighty…

c.mon bitches/ step it up now/ feel the burn/ i aint talking bout no hemerroids ma'am/

got a new threat, new threat baby/ i gotta new threat/ to your existence/pushing daisies/pumpin pistons/in the engine of your destruction/ a generator supports your load/a load of crap/ your new abode/ i gotta new threat, im on your cell phone…

this song is a wild ride out of key. very accoustic rythmyc, and mysterious...

tearing up the papers oh no no thats not what i mean't rythym guitar accompanies a scene out of an office space disaster where a sexual innuendo may have not been misinterpreted close with cymbals and wind chimes as the intense situation allows…

relax baby. you look like the american fflag/dont be so unchill baby/somebody might think your uncool. The guitar loop haunting you in the second half of the song was recorded from an accoustic guitar onto my cell pphone and to this day remains…

some light rhyming with a twist. I played the organ loop with the cord plugged in the out jack and couldnt hear what i was playing. that was a formative moment for me artistically. When I realized I didn't want to control how each song sounded…

weird beat poet sounding vocals accoustic meanderings some strange accompaniment.

this song is too funny. make up some words or just pretend its pizza the hut.

whip me you bitch

This song is actually what i consider a pretty song, well, instrumental. complete with tinkling noises, waveform hums of several pitches and rates

Juniper reads a movie tag line while an early improv piece explodes into a swirling strutting admonishment.

pressuns!