I was recording some warmup stuff. A bird landed outside and contributed a counterpoint of his own.

for those who have found the convenience's of the faster life becoming inconvenient

One day I happened along a photo of the painting "Boy Blue" (I think Renoir did it) and the words to this song came into my head. I can't find the lyric page right now, but I'll add it later. This is about a man who has been manipulated by his…

Its done nothing but rain this spring,and its still bloody raining!

About someone (who may or may not be myself) who may have smoked a little too much of a particular herb in the past. As I sit here alone With my hand on the bong And I light another match And I pull another cone I don’t know where I will…

About someone (who may or may not be myself) who may have smoked a little too much of a particular herb in the past. As I sit here alone With my hand on the bong And I light another match And I pull another cone I don’t know where I will…

About someone (who may or may not be myself) who may have smoked a little too much of a particular herb in the past. As I sit here alone With my hand on the bong And I light another match And I pull another cone I don’t know where I will…

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…