well its a dirty pile o snow meltin into the ground/ just a dirty pile o snow meltin inna tha ground/ and theres a rusty pole sticking outta the dirt/ rusty pole stickin outta tha dirt/ and the mighty snowplow pushin it around/ yeah the mighty…

relax baby. you look like the american fflag/dont be so unchill baby/somebody might think your uncool. The guitar loop haunting you in the second half of the song was recorded from an accoustic guitar onto my cell pphone and to this day remains…

of dog whisperers and dcktttkrs slow jam with a sexy lead jimmy buffet acid house music.

a protest song, out of time and space warp. a harmonica predomintates skillfully, while a deep slide guitar bass whizzles around, Her silky voice made distant in a reverb chamber while scant samples patter.

another lively instrumental with mirth and subversion.

Written by Daniel Johnston.

You live long enough... you take some real hits. And the only way to get on, is, to, "Pick myself up, walk down the long long road". Lifes real easy when it's all theoretical, but it's never been lived until the theories and philosophies are trashed…

This is just the beginning on this song. We haven't put the bridge in yet, it was a jam between Steve and I (Steve played that awesome Sax track, and about three guitar parts, organ..)It was just too much fun, but still... undone.

Last song of RPM album. I'm particularly fond of the last ten seconds. :D