Found a couple of tracks hiding in tha vaults, this one I wrote for my GrandDaughter.

This one I wrote for my Grandson.

Scratch track. Nonsense lyrics.

Hi gang. The Proods are back....Brian at the helm this time. Our methodology is thus....one of the 4 of us introduce a song, and then we'll bang out a finished track in under an hour with as few over-dubs as possible. This one we put some effort…

Stumble across A crack in the sidewalk Jolted back to the dry city air I thought I was ready I hear myself crying Just get home before anyone stares Can't feel a thing except fingernails piercing skin Cover the wounds Try to fit in…