Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

I was in deep at second, my heels in the outfield - full count No one left out on the bases, familiar faces, the heat breaks a cloud Hands red from the clay dirt as I held up my glove to my faaaaaaace It smells just the way I remember, the…

The seats are all filled on the zeppelin The Tower of Babel is raised - I’m amazed! And the hope springs eternal Their fears stay nocturnal for now The plastics hold shape in the soil The farmer’s daughter goes blind - so shall I The rooster…

We're getting political with this one.

exploring the kinotone ribbons tonight. it is a pedal that emulates magnetic tape and all it's imperfections. here i start what a clean arpeggio and engage ribbons around 20s. throughout, we explore degradation, harmony and rhythm as the loops…

Beat Your Ass Like You're Talking Bout A Little Kid