A model of the Solar System which whirls and turns all the planets in their correct orbits at the correct relative speeds

Given the spirited twitter reaction to the question of whether SisterSavage should buy pitch correction software, I submit this. The pre-melodyne version of "spilt milk". It also retains my so-called "MST3K" vocals, which were removed in the…

A song born of frozen winter mornings filled with crows and white-orange sunlight across empty snowy parking lots.

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

Crossing the boundary into sleep.

I originally wanted to rap over this beat, and had the idea to improvise nonsense syllables just to figure out what the flow might be like. Ultimately I decided to keep it as it was, as it sounded like a hip hop song from another planet. Also…

like traces lightly gracing, touched and replaced, what you reach for, what makes you smile, a frame for your desire

Psych Folk. I earned my PTSD. Growing up traveling about America, I met bad babysitters, bad cops, bad ministers. Early on as a runaway I learned to not hitchhike but to rather move in the shadows alone. Etc. Starry Nightmoth on KBs. SO MANY…

Were you not there I'd have fallen through I swear but hey You were unaware That I'd built up a dependence on you Well alright Never mind, I'll find salvation in a needle or a bottle of somekind. you were to me somewhere between a saint and…