Maia was from Georgia. The Georgia that was part of the the USSR. She drew pictures of her sisters. She lived on orange juice and tea. (Horns by my brother, John.) MEETING MAIA Where the tram stops in front of the Van Gough Museum, I waited…

Ashley and I had been talking... I recorded this with Pete Thompson out at Texas Central. Pete did the drums, percussion and bass. I'm not happy with my guitar and vocals but too excited getting it off the page to wait. I'll update it when…

SPOONS I threw her spoons outside my window I put her shoes outside my door I don't care which way the winds blow I don't want 'em any more All I know is when the day is thru And the nights are long I still dream of you. I can search…

IF ONLY You are my favorite If Only If only I'd showed up in time If Only's the name of my pony And we're always a little behind If only, if only, if only It echoes thru my lonely life If only, if only, if only I think I'd be ready…

C F G Don't Mind Me. I'm just in love with you I'll try to stay out of the way I'll find me someone who loves me too And then I'll go away (2) Don't Mind Me. I've got this thing for you I'll try to keep it down…

Yeah, I know it goes on too long but I put it at the end of the Cd so if I'm not asleep by then it does the job. And I totally understand if you think it doesn't make any sense and I ought to have left it off the CD. COLORS Spread…

I was reading this profile on MySpace and was impressed with this girl...really impressed. It's all there in her BIO. Masters degree and five languages. The part about using gender "stereotypes ironically" etc is an exact quote. SKIN TONE…

THE PICNIC The sun broke like glass on the water The trees threw their shade on the sand The ants ate the crumbs on the blanket She ate the grapes from my hand We didn't know what we were doing It all started off with a smile And an innocent…

My mom is 91 and still holding on. The people that help her make it thru each day have learned that there is no sense in arguing with her about who they are or when it is...thus the song. MAMA HAS A TIME MACHINE key - Em Mama has a…

I found this poem I wrote back before she left. I put music to it and recorded it night before last. Yeah, the high voice is me too. LEAVING Key Am Am Dm He rattles like a tambourine, his…