Lyrics: I’m mining my dreams for traces of fresh information. Scribbling in notebooks filled with yellowing pages. The situation is complex and the meanings all keep changing. She tries but she don’t understand my peculiar demeanor. Neither…

Lyrics: Oh, the ghost of her exists And I hold her by the hips. She’s not my type but she Vexes me, unexpectedly, Like some old voice on a static phone line. The twilight is my light But she’s receding from my sight. She walks away…

Lyrics: Oh, the ghost of her exists And I hold her by the hips. She’s not my type but she Vexes me, unexpectedly, Like some old voice on a static phone line. The twilight is my light But she’s receding from my sight. She walks away…

Raw track from the studio floor.

Raw track from the studio floor.

Another raw track from the studio floor.

Another raw track from the studio floor.

Yet another raw track from the studio floor.

Yet another raw track from the studio floor.

Nearly finished mastering it... but might be awhile before I get that done - so, since I'm so bad at finishing what I've started, here it is.