A revised mix of this ditty, with more from the "IRS" and local cops...

Unmixed, in modified New Standard Tuning (Robert Fripp's method): C-G-D-G-C-E (NST is C-G-D-A-E-B), so A minor'ish? Will try to add words, melody and vocal tomorrow.

Unmixed, in modified New Standard Tuning (Robert Fripp's method): C-G-D-G-C-E (NST is C-G-D-A-E-B), so A minor'ish? Will try to add words, melody and vocal tomorrow.

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

a voice mail message from the "IRS" and some instrumental tracks I'd been messing around with for awhile.

The rose of sharon is blooming again Summer's slowly approaching its end No kids are playing, no slip n' slides Hotter than hell but I don't know why Cut the grass, shouldn't be that hard Empty bottle lying in the yard Is it trash or is…

I am a butterfly but not a monarch I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark On the granite, part of a meal unfinished Swept off the counter and Into the garbage I’m sorry, that was dark I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy I’m partial…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…