I'm going to get all pretentious again and say this one is about the concerning strain of what I might call "religious modernist traditionalism" espoused by technological singularity fanatics (Ray Kurzweil) and authors like Neil Stephenson.

I am concerned with the values of my generation.

Original working title was something like, "And after six years I finally understood why they sing in the streets here, and could go home." It's sort of about anonymity in the modern city. If that sounds pretentious, that's because it is.

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

i saw the curtains changing color i watched the sun room come alive i have been sitting in this rocker wondering when you might arrive i am hoping for redemption cant stand the way i feel i know it is only passing through me rivers flood…

three striped gum falls out of an old dresser drawer fills my head with memories from before causes me to close the door i feel rotten to the core three striped gum falls out of my pocket in the rain what would have happened if i played…

you are like the rain that falls with the snow or is it the other way around i dont know all i know is i love you and cant get above you it is driving with no place to go the muscle and the bone i find that keeps my heart in line just…

start here at the airport feels like im going blind middle of the day in a dark bar 1000 miles away from peace of mind im tring to remember when i was a kid did the sun set in my back yard i think it did what comes before and goes on…

you tell me what you want you tell what you need i cant give you nothing honey but this pretty little seed where has the sun gone and is it gone forever will it come back someday should we just give it some time i ask you what…

i am thinking about words tonight they can be hard as nails they-can be as shapeless as water they can break your heart they can hang like a chain hold you up for years cause you to think twice take away your fears you are falling in love…