This song is about someone giving you a lift, and while they drive you there you fall in love with them by watching their eyes in the rear view mirror. It had like five verses but I cUt it down to two with one repeated. In cutting those verses…

The psyche is a weird place, I'll just talk about it musically. The piece begins with the sounds of Sudara's autoharp, the weeping woodwind sounds of the clarinetist from Megafauna Lacrymosa , and a low kick-like percussive sound, which is…

This old piece was a first attempt at a soundtrack for a low budget thriller movie. I didn't end up scoring the whole thing, but I had a good time playing around.

This old piece was a first attempt at a soundtrack for a low budget thriller movie. I didn't end up scoring the whole thing, but I had a good time playing around.

The psyche is a weird place, I'll just talk about it musically. The piece begins with the sounds of Sudara's autoharp, the weeping woodwind sounds of the clarinetist from Megafauna Lacrymosa , and a low kick-like percussive sound, which is…

here, this place, the magic is all around us feel, the breeze, carry away your sorrows feel, the sand, warm and soft beneath us see, the light, fading across the water another day slips away here, in paradise touch, the water, cool and wet…

what is this darkness now, blurring out my eyes can I hold this feeling before I'm lost in the night holding on together searching through the gloom who am I to blame now that we have lost the light not the sky, falling, not the moon, again not…

tall drink of water, short blonde hair flash you a smile like she just don't care sharp as a razor as right as rain ask me again and I'll tell you the same don’t forget her name, Melissa boys come running when she's around then she crushes a cigarette…

no I won't eat of the body, no I won't drink of the blood no I won't gather at the river, no I won't carry your burden no I won't bath in the glory, no I won't bath in the glory no I won't beg for forgiveness yes you will no I won't handle a serpent…

An ode to quarreling lovers everywhere. instrumentation: clapping drunken singers (3) clarinets (2) banjos (2) piano resonator bass harmonium