I don’t feel great I left my take at the front desk I did not intend For the evening to turn out like it did For me to feel like a new type of idiot I can’t go back cause I’m already on a plane Even if I did, what could I say? I…

Strung out from the high road Strung out from the pavement Listening to the echoes Of what my lover's saying East of Oklahoma West of Arizona South of Colorado And a thousand miles from nowhere I'm on the struggle bus Spend my mornings…

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month challenge in July 2025

O I sing I hate the wind it keeps me from you people say I'm no good how can that be true and the day is cold and the leaves have turned and air is sour and the grass has burned a knife that's looking for a sheath but finds instead…

Two nights ago I dreamed this sad version of Help! Today I put it down just to see what it sounds like. One mic, one take, one guitar, and one very dry voice. Not intending to be self-deprecating, but if anyone with actual musical talent…

Bob Dylan from '63. Single track, single take, broken guitar and broken man trying to sing and forgetting Bob's beautiful lyrics. Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings…

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…

Tear-stained skin weathers resting near as the sun is born A sacrament to visions of sorrow and seasons of remorse Butterflies disturb the light with dance Flowers sway and gently bend Beckoning with soul the wind Life brings another chance…