Collecting coins, for your fountain of youth A life based on substance What you have you can't lose The bottom is ugly Tattooed on their skin The top of this world Must be right where you live You flaunt what you have Attention you crave…

Analyze analytical actions I suppose Formatting frustration fickle fascination falls Recite riddles maybe, or measure many moves Controlling correct posture Pulsing perpendicular (Chorus) I know to some degree the source of the lyrical…

There's a darkness creeping in the woods by a brimstone tree A withered headless horseman traveling on the breeze A mighty footprint measured 15 inches long Whispered voices rolling in off the fog (Chorus) Transcribe plates made of stone…

track 1 of last days last days...

For all those people who touch you in a way you can't forget even after many years.

For that place inside of all of us that cries for release from the checkout line at Macy's on the late evening of December 24th....

solo guitar with effects

Practicing for Sunday - I recorded a portion of the bass line and improvised loosely on the melody.

A collaboration of Bill Newbold (words and visuals) and myself (noise) so never Arts or Artless is isometric effects oft tempo fluxes Blue the Moon up in purple just like Spires in tinted cares unsure in effect there triangles…

a stable *****