This is about the power that is contained in Uranium and how that power has dominated world thinking and action. It is hard to comprehend that a clump of enriched Uranium, about the size of two mens fists, can propel a 10000 ton ship through…

It do be like that somedays....

Not a blues as such, though well it might be...more, an azure sojourn mayhap...

Here comes another summer and there go the fellas who surf Grab your girl and tell her, “Baby…. well you and me are gonna Smurf, Smurf, Smurf!” It don’t matter if they close the beaches or if the other gang snags our turf You don’t even…

THIS IS FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS (2026) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS(2026)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS (2026) THIS IS FRESHA BEATS PRODUCTIONS)2026)

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Reg was reading the Telegraph the other day and was surprised to see all this fuss about children and screens filling the front page and following pages. Why? when theres a war going on.... so Reg got to thinking and wrote a song…

I walked through roads I can’t rewind, Old mistakes still cross my mind. But every scar and every fall Was just a lesson after all. I won’t erase the things I’ve been, They shaped the soul that lives within. No chains from yesterday…

There is a silence that is not empty but full without witnesses. No eyes seeking you, no voices bearing your name, no hands confirming that you are there. And yet you are there. Not as an echo of what others recognize, not…

You threw your words like knives in the air, Thought I’d stay and fight you there. But I’ve learned something you don’t see, My peace means more than proving me. Every shout, every twisted line, Tried to pull my heart into your fight…

No lyrics yet. Will flollow.

He walks like a quiet notification never opened, hovering on the edge of her day. His jokes land softly like feathers in a crowded room no one notices how carefully he chose them. In mirrors, he practices being effortless, tilting…

Hey, look back there I am do you look at me? oh, your beauty is haunting me hey I love you are you looking back? you scare me your beauty is too much oh, I love you so just believe me you scare me your beauty is too much…

Friendship is the quiet kind of love no grand declarations, no trembling confessions, just a steady presence that lingers like warmth in a room long after the fire is gone. It is the hand that doesn’t ask to be held but is always there…

Monday drags like a shadow on my feet Coffee’s cold, same faces on repeat Clock hands crawl like they’re stuck in glue Every little thing just reminds me of you Counting down the days, I’m barely getting by Living for a moment that feels…

You can build your towers high into the sky, Polish every dream until it shines. But the wind reminds the tallest walls of time, And the dust will take what pride defines. Gold fades, names fall from the stone, Every road we walk we walk…

Many years ago, in a softer season of my life, there was someone who knew the quiet ways I spoke how I lingered in doorways, how I laughed a second too late, how I said “I’m fine” and meant something else. We built something then not grand…

Recorded this late at night while camped near Newspaper Rock in Utah. In the morning we saw tracks of a mountain lion that had been circling our camp...

I think this was recorded very late at night under a pine tree in Torrey Utah. I could be wrong..

Written in the late 1980s. Recorded in Ed Abbeys old Moab house in the early 90s. Very personal song.

Through the Thorns Chorus: Yeah, yeah, He is my Hope! In Him, I am stronger. The Lord upholds my soul, my faithful Provider. I walk by grace, in His warm embrace. He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life! I surrender to His will, my Rock…

Nintendocore inspired track. Uses the meowsynth for the cat. Dunno if I'll make something like this again but it was fun.

i hope this is bound for a dance floor. went a little minimal.

The pure joy of being in canyon country. Recorded in box canyon in Capitol Reef National Park, early 1980s

No more kings....I wrote this song during the first Iraq war. These never ending wars that Hunter Thompson predicted after 9/11. Not the best recording, but the only one. Recorded in Ed Abbey old Moab Utah house, early 90s.

In the early 1990s, I was trying to start an independent record company. Desert Rat Productions. It would feature some of the great musicians I was meeting out in the desert. I met two women singer songwriters, M.J. Walker and Melissa Crabtree…

Recorded at Rosewood studios, early 1980s.