After a brief hiatus out in the weeds, I found myself back on my own course, but what to do if the force knocks me off my horse and breaks the resolve of my frame to sustain?

What was I thinking about when I wrote the lyrics to this one? Probably driving South on a two lane in Pennsylvania again. Maybe drag racing? Who the hell knows.

Keyboard improvisation using Sampletron and Augustus Loop.

I've made three different versions of this song, but I think I like this one the most. Lyrics: She was stunningly pretty but confined to her throne Her beauty was praised but her feelings unknown To the peasants and paupers, the burghers…