EPIPHANY Life, it is but a dream In the back of my mind I can plainly see What’s in the future What’s in it was for me Feel revolutions Surging through my soul I can feel a spirit That is hard and cold In the back of my…

ADAM’S PLAGUE And those not killed by Adam’s Plague Repented not the work at hand Their search for truth was strangely vague They spread their lies across the land They clung to things of stone and wood Which cannot see nor hear…

Blues. My way of playing “Rollin' in My Sweet Baby’s Arms,” ‘cuz I’m a Soul man. See the Soul-patch? Dig. Be cool, cats, and stay dry!

This demo recording turned out particularly well, especially when compared to how most of my MYTHOPOETICA recordings sound. The lead guitar employs an Eastern Folk scale and style of picking, greased with GEM-style Blues butter. SUPER YOU…

One of my personal favorite recordings from the 52 song MYTHOPOETICA demo collection, even though there’s a sound quality issue (the bass had a bit of a buzz). This was my first time using a wammy bar – I liked it! PLASTIC GIRL You can’t…

Combined words of homeless men across America the night of the Winter Solstice in 2010 when there was a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Baby grand piano performed by Starry Nightmoth.

Inspired by “Peter Pan Syndrome” by Dr. Kyle. “Gr'ups,” which means “grown ups,” comes from an original series Star Trek episode. PETER NA NA NANANA NANA NA NANANA PETER! YOU’RE SCARED OF YOUR MOM, YOU HATE YOUR DAD YOU BETTER GET…

A Blues number, and in the past it’s been one of my more popular songs. We’ll see how it does on AloneTone. MY FAVORITE GUN Pa had left us on the farm Ten long years we raised the corn Then he returned to Mama’s arms To beat the sons…

One of my favorite recordings and favorite songs. The drums of this Political Folk tune was generated with the Yamaha E313. The lead guitar break needs replaced with a violin, but… THE FINAL HOUR Welcome to the final hour Everybody kneel…

A creepy/gloomy with a bit of a stab at electronica and a slightly more aggressive stab at techno in the center. That mood seemed to fit the poetry. Falling Autumn leaves sound like this in my head. CAN'T RESET The many poems I’ve…