Just the traditional tune. I've always loved it.

Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects. -- Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude Ride upon my broken steed…

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

Falling

An old song of mine recorded fresh at Winterland studios.

mashup for Sound-In 8/22 feat. Paul Muller, Paul Mimlitsch and Roger Sundstrom

This is our first completed recording on our new EP. Its a funky, Primus inspired jam about childish teenage angst. We think it kicks some ass