Cover of Bruce Springspleen...er Springsteen. Please take as a whole and listen through... Tom: vox, guitar Kat: vox, keys

Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

The last couple of years have been soaked in sadness, numbness and loss, and it's not something I've tried to hide, even when making music. But I've come to realize that it's my own responsibility to lay forth the effort to find new happiness…

Just a moment of madness

Now that 2020 is hindsight* and we're probably on the cusp of civil war, I decided to resurrect my Covid-era song written in June 2020. It seems to have new meaning. Hopeful? Resentful? Inspiring? Deeply pessimistic? Maybe yes. Kat: lyrics…

Monkey do

Because y'all like weird crap. Thanks, Tom, for the idea of writing from the perspective of a dead person watching their body decompose. Kat: lyrics, keys, vocals Once I was composed eyes of stars, lips like a rose but what am I worth…