Anti war, my words.

A song about Cindy punching Steve in the face because he probably deserved it.

I might finish these eventually

A loving ballad for loving lovers everywhere of all sexy ages.

Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…

I come up to the surface And take a breath on my return Crystal waters on the surface Light gets swallowed down below And it’s the same way with my feelings About you they stay much the same Twenty years wrapped up in paper Tied it up…

by Neil Young

This song was a favorite of a dear friend we lost a year ago. It felt like a good song to practice the piano. This was the first try -- not that it was good, but it just kept getting worse. The vocals sound distant because they are... the microphone…

This is the last one. Letting go is not something I am good at, but this is the last one. -- You could feel your mother and your father scold, But you only regret what you fail to behold. After all, it was a once in a lifetime scene…

These little acts of make believe Come easily like charity I need it when the sun begins to set Would you believe it’s my first time? My first time living this here life On planet earth, or what you wish to call it? I even made a few friends…