this piece is a jam with a little bit of a mix and little edit.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. The cat is on the chair And I watch him as he stares The sky is changing fast I see the boats sail past And the winter's closing in I can feel the changes from within Tomorrow…

Trevor's vocal makes this tune shine on. The instrument work is me.

This originated as a poem sent to me by Rose Kampton, morning the loss of her father. I turned it into a prayer and put music to it. Then when Brook drowned it became something altogether else. (c) 1990 Royal T Muaic

Whispers for dark words in my subconscious The belief that reality doubles with your delusions A thought that a handshake was once considered currency Or a realization that man is the only predator you fear Radioactive soul Ain't got nothin…

Bad omens speak clearly in candlelight Still waters recede at night Is this a new ice age or just a weather change How can we tell who is right? Could this be 2012 or is it just the smell Might as well be the end I'm ready if your…

Some people talk to me Ask me what I do for a living Use some rocks to grind my grain Little bit of whiskey to tickle the brain Valley fever giving me rest Smokestack choked out to my west Drink a little of the H2O Give it a little…

In dark streets they wander Suitcase with a chain Silent meetings are held Plotting a righteous domain Supply the demand for another disease Your framing the downfall for all that you know It's not safe here It's not safe here to…