90 bpm, c after the leaves have blown away and all of the color fades the ground is like ice, the sky is grey over and over, every single day everything is dead, everything's dead outside goes to your head, goes to your head in time the…

100 bpm, db see my face in the mirror wondering what i've become though things, couldn't be clearer i can't explain the things that i have done weird and probably crazy my sanity is an enormous doubt in my life no ghost no monsters or…

120 bpm, eb it's the sound, getting in my brain deep inside, and on a dusty day it feels like rain falling down and fills me up with song there's a note i almost hear it now and it grows and on a quiet day it sounds like a promise…

the first new song written for the RPM challenge, i love the guitar part, but the words were last minute. some people get tired of my anti-religion diatribe. oh well Judge me, I want everyone all up in here cast your stones for slandering…

no I won't eat of the body, no I won't drink of the blood no I won't gather at the river, no I won't carry your burden no I won't bath in the glory, no I won't bath in the glory no I won't beg for forgiveness yes you will no I won't handle a serpent…

I don't have the source-files for this one, but I think it was made in 2004, probably in the winter

I like the atmosphere, but the source is loong gone (ca 1998)

Totally fake rap-vocals from totally fake indians, you could tell from the cornflakes

Please someone jam on top of it. 97 Bpm.

A progressive meld of old-school rock and electronica done on an M-Audio Oxygen 61 and GarageBand in just a few hours.