A Pink Floyd tribute of sorts.

Initially inspired by over-analyzing a Carly Rae Jepsen lyric, this piece presents a metaphor for the way many of us live under a capitalistic system. Or something. For the vocals I double tracked my voice and pitched one of the tracks down…

I use this phrase so much in my daily life in customer service, it may as well be a song.

A short ambient piece featuring the melodica.

Walking up the hill to my house, I could hear someone else walking behind me. This isn’t too unusual, though it’s somewhat late at night and I live a bit far from the main part of town. Suddenly, I realize that this other person is now in fact…

I wrote these lyrics in a few minutes on a bus ride home, then quickly set them to a backing of hammerhead drum loops and stylophone. I may go ahead and make a full vocal album/EP in this "synth punk" sort of vein (maybe also with a few slower…

This is a song about someone who always needs you to bail them out of trouble, but never repays you.

Under the influence of Godflesh.

Walking up the hill to my house, I could hear someone else walking behind me. This isn’t too unusual, though it’s somewhat late at night and I live a bit far from the main part of town. Suddenly, I realize that this other person is now in fact…

I wrote these lyrics in a few minutes on a bus ride home, then quickly set them to a backing of hammerhead drum loops and stylophone. I may go ahead and make a full vocal album/EP in this "synth punk" sort of vein (maybe also with a few slower…