Instruments: Martin J-40 Guitar, Gibson SG Bass, and Dulcimer for Lead Break. This was the last of 10 songs written for the RPM Challenge 2012.

each time I’d look at you I was looking for a breakthrough some emptied sigh, some reasons why everything I’d left behind reckless provisions for some blooming vine followed me, in the back of my mind forgive me, mother for the lamb…

Guess where this story came from? (c) 2012 T.A.Beckett I really don't like your grandmother. Those teeth, that nose And that nasty disposition. Keeps givin' me that hungry eye And that awkward proposition. "Come closer, much closer…

a pleasant song about being hopelessly in denial

Album: Suburban Teenage Riot Year: 2009

whoever's house it was forgot to turn the balcony lights on we felt around and kicked the ground for a place to sit down. you were cold so i gave you my coat, and you came close. we just sat there, on the swinging chair, breathing up the air…

when you wake up and it feels like its further away you get discouraged could it have really gone unnoticed what you're tryin to find isn't so black or so white it's more rooted in faith and less in fate what you're tryin to find isn't so gift…

this time, won't even settle for slant rhyme if it means choosing each tired phrase over one no one else'd say who listens to the words anyway? just so that i'm sure you'll hum along every time, it ends with five to one every time. this…

I keep my mouth shut cos I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be obscene I keep my eyes shut cos I don’t wanna see I don’t wanna see what you won’t see in me Sheared, shucked, soaking in the mud None you could shake from me Tucked up, pulled tight…