I was in Spain, in the Pyrenees, working on THE STONE RAFT. I was the only American, read, "English speaker." I was feeling very alone. SOLITARY WALK Am INTRO Am F Am F Am (walking down) G F G Tho I follow in the footprints of my friends…

"my point of view might stick in you"

ON PAPER (Not Finished) I look real good on paper Look good in a magazine And I look pretty good in the movies I made Even behind the scenes I’ve got a house that’s paid for I keep my credit clean And I don’t use drugs or smoke…

CALIFORNIA Capo @ 4 in C/Am I’m (Am) going back to California A little place in the San (E) Joaquin (Am, stepping down A G F# F E) Where the back pasture builds To Sierra foothills And Kaweah tumbles down cool and clean I’m going back…

I hate Sunday Sunday is dark and lonely...

I hate Sunday Sunday is dark and lonely...

CALIFORNIA Capo @ 4 in C/Am I’m (Am) going back to California A little place in the San (E) Joaquin (Am, stepping down A G F# F E) Where the back pasture builds To Sierra foothills And Kaweah tumbles down cool and clean I’m going back…

No one's left and I'm afraid I've got no choice. I've got it made. But I've known for a very long time that I can't consent to the shape that I've been assigned without a chance to really define...

2 more verses here. Moog Grandmother on arps and the eurorack modular suitcase on rhythm.

I don't wanna go down to the end of the rainbow. I could say what I wanted to say now. I could play what I wanted to play now. I could take what I wanted to take now. Of all the above.