Update: Gene offered to improve the Mix on this song! This is that improved version. Thanks so much Gene! You are awesome!!! I wrote this song earlier this summer, and had played it a few times with Greg Connor, fellow alone toner, and…

Just a jam along as i watch the stock market suck the life's blood out of me.

Come, see how she dies! See God through her life. See her children gather to celebrate and to mourn. Come, see how The Grey Lady lived!

from the album "ZERO" featuring Meg Radley on vocals wait a day might as well stay, awhile here with me where the breeze, blows just say now time grows shorter then we dream awake a scream, out loud leaving leaves a hole kicks around…

I had fun singing this at the open mic this past week. Originally written for a song writing challenge using the phrase *"Chicken Plucking Time In Petaluma"*

Life. Death. Missing children. Lost friends. Mentors gone too soon. We all live in a time of grief.

Sorry about the bum lick around 1:41, maybe some of the licks after that will make up for it.

Sudden insight into a transcendental truth.

ADOBE & BLOOD Thanks to David Kneller for bringing up the subject and creating that phrase: ADOBE & BLOOD I read a lotta stories about a lotta stuff But I tell ya folks, I'll never read enough To block out the memories what…

No way could I ever sing this.

The song continues, even as this movement comes to a close.

See how they gossip and gabble. From the sidelines, they direct the dance as the young ones grow.

Dancing for dimes, donuts and dollars. From the juke joints to the church halls to the halls of power, still she dances, even as the music grows weary.

Come, see how she dances in the fullness of her life.

The dream remains, even as motherhood comes upon her.