This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

Travel back with us to 1962…the Place, the shores of the River Mersey. Umbrella Book is a song about a book….eh, I’m not gonna explain it to y’all. Slap on a pair of drainies and some Italian heeled boots and you’re on your way to some nostalgic…

Another Proods Rocker from Brian. I love his lead guitar on this one…sort of reminds me of Steely Dan, or some other classic rock tune. More great stuff on the way….also, be sure to check out our remixed tracks.

Yes…we’re TRYING to do an AC~DC thing here. The song was written by our lovable drummer Matt, but we all had fun working on it. (The Angus-style guitar lick was mine.) As always, the song is introduced to the band, kicked around and recorded…

True story… It’s sad when the good ones die enough to make bad ones cry But everybody seems to be doing their share. But then again what about you? Is there nothing you can do…to show a bunch of strangers you really do care. (Chorus…

white wizard / philosopher's stone Uploaded Jul 25, 2014 white wizard / philosopher’s stone Guitars by Chris, all else by Frank Miller white wizard © frank miller how many times does it take to get it right how many minds have sought…

Digging in the Dirt Cover Uploaded Nov 7, 2012 The Two Regs vocals frank drums Chris guitar and bass We cover Peter Gabriel’s Digging in the Dirt from his album Us.

The street heats the urgency of now As you see there's no one around ...

What is there to say about the latest track? It’s a song written by our bass-man Steve, who is a wonderful mix of talent and humor.

Its my youngest daughters 18th birthday today so i thought i'd write her a song to celebrate it .....we shall be waltzing with Matilda tonight You can have it all It was a cold day in January just like today when you came…

He walked on Roshar and he sang a new song he hypothesized “maybe killing is wrong” Embracing a beautiful wooden sword! he’s slipping and sliding and he helps us survive the nice guy’s on the loose, it’s Jandruus

I await a place in the north The tiny cottage saved by the fables They left the key right there by the door No worries if a new visitor comes There’s nothing here but books and a carpet Nobody knows that he died years ago My ears ring…

Country blues version of "I am what you are". My lyrics, ai did the rest.