bleed the father's gun is loaded his eyes bleed with revenge his child lay body broken his life torn limb from limb darkness seems to travel so much faster than the light the fathere's gun is loaded hear it fire... in the night…

People are dying every day in the street People are dying every day People are dying every day in the street Just for being people in the street Peace, when's it coming, coming for the people in the street Peace, you can sing it Sing it for the…

I've been told that drowning is a dreamy way to go. THE ANGELS CRIED "NO!" He lived high on the mountain top He lived there with his love He tumbled to the valley deep When she gave him a shove And when he hit the valley deep It must…

One day I was up on my ladder, cleaning the leaves out of the gutters when I realized why I was there, doing that. YOUR VOICE I hear your voice and I go get my ladder I pull on my gloves. I climb up to the gutters When the leaves gather…

I had this house I had been working on and I had all my movie making stuff in it. It burned down. That's sort of like this song but not... WASTING OF YEARS by James Michael Taylor I have a brain that I must keep busy I have a heart with…

For a short clip of of a video of this: https://vimeo.com/214337550/f68cc0c21b This song made me a professional songwriter when George Sluizer, the director of THE VANISHING, put it in the movie by that name. SWEET RAIN Key G G…

A friend of mine, a drummer named Don Landry, put this together and I just added voices. He didn't ask me to but he said he likes what I did. Also, I gave it a different title.

bleed the father's gun is loaded his eyes bleed with revenge his child lay body broken his life torn limb from limb darkness seems to travel so much faster than the light the fathere's gun is loaded hear it fire... in the night…

in memory of ben keith man of steel heard your sound as i roamed in early days of wonder time was right cast that spell ever since i've been under bendin' notes waves of air all colors of emotion dark and light deeply stirred…

coffee shop song... kenya time hear the cracklin' paper as you test the basil mayo when you pull apart the cheese and tip your brown beer bottle smell the grinding coffee beans set by tatooed arms to motion near the burlap-bag topped…