looking out the window next your bed wondering how you got here again holes in the walls where fists have been your doors always kept open please don't stop hoping you want the truth even it kills you your doubts have built up flame…

I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…

Hoping it rains in the morning.

The first track from our 2008 RPM album. Didn't make the cut for the final album, so you get to enjoy it here!

ambient When I was a music major one of my friends had a family which ran a funeral home - a well paid profession seeing that they had several cars, maids and butlers - and spent a few nights there. (We tended to stay up to the early am debating…

No explanation needed, the lyrics are clear. This is an album of conviction.