Choices (midnight) ================== Words don't mean anything I've watched so many words burn down Passionate things like good intents most take them to their graves Everything I've ever loved It's all gone away If I don't love you…

this is titus alone and the brown dog affair. that, combined with the slowness, makes for a long-ass song.

Not a song, just an improvisational skit in which I played one of the Magi who visited the Christ child. (I'm a short Japanese-American from Hawaii, hence the "Wee King" and "Orient" jokes)

This is the first ever to play with session partner!!! Fun!! I will definitely come back to this!

"Síndrome": Hay algo como un síndrome de fe No escucho nada más que sus síntomas falsos. Debo aferrarme a lo que una vez brillo en solitario Porque esta enfermedad apaga y toma tu mente Hay algo como un síndrome de líderes falsos No…

Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…

a season in hell by rimbaud,sampled and signal-processed,set to music by wordless poem;composed on the roland MC 505 groovebox.