Song for my daughter. Last verse shows the tragedy of life

I love the moon.

A love song.

Song for my daughter. Last verse shows the tragedy of life

A cultural relic we feel fortunate to have procured.

On a cold and lonely trip through hyperspace, our protagonist wonders whether he'll ever see the sunrise on Ganymede again. (All sounds produced acoustically!)

Recorded 2001 "It's made of squares..."

Please Be Careful On Your Way

All guitars by my good friend Chris Mitchell. I had a chance to record this while I was in Dallas this past Summer. This is a companion piece to my song Secrets from the "Of Sound Mind" album, my RPM 2009 entry.

When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…