On my way home By that lonesome graveyard A ghost jumps up and says Come here won't you be my man Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a ride Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a home Said boy come here And take me to your…

Well hot damn

Learn to Stall 1 So your water is cold You’re probably hiding something  So if I ask you to stay - just go You’re the gift that keeps on taking   2 Why are you asking me? What do I know? Everyone was young once But nobody knows it…

Accidental synthwave. I hated this at first, but it's not bad. I kind of feel like this is me, in the 80s, driving home from work along palm tree lined high way. I had a bad day writing fortran for my job and I'm burnt out.

Higher and Higher Verse 1: When the barren dances with joy, Holding her firstborn through tears of joy. When the broken leap in praise, As the good news fills their humble hearts. When the sun rises in the morning, Proclaiming Your…

Who will break this ice sleepwalking through the pines Said I won’t tell you twice 100 million times You can’t pay the price We’ll never get the bill You don’t need to atone And though it’s such a thrill To heave the first stone…

Subtle change of gray light Heart breaks in sync with the sky As it cries over open fields and tall stands of pines, their delight No weight to the world they rejoice Heavy lids, can't sleep Head like a hornet nest, a buzz with bees…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

Cracked glass Lightning Strike The passing Yellow Line Pull over I said I’m fine Everything we took for granted Oh I can taste it Now it all amounts to nothing more than wasted time I said I’ll try Sad sack…

Went to Bellow Falls today and hiked around a bit. It was beautiful and grounding.

synth version

This is yesterday's track, back to the original melody with cross-picked guitar added (oy! that was tough). I see the template for a proper song now, and over the coming days I'll add to this and I hope to end up with something...

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

a little break beat from my digitone. This is turning into "learn the digitone" month.

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

You were so clever You had us all in your hands We’re seeing thru you You never had any plans It could have been better You never gave us the chance You’re being untrue But baby it’s all in the dance What’s wrong with that Im…

I took a wav file of a UDIO creation and uploaded it into ChatGPT and used the following prompts please rearrange this wav file with 3 second length markov chains and provide the output. In addition randomly reverse the 3 second sections…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

Not wanting to leave a tranquil place as a metaphor for not wanting to go back to anguish. My lyrics, ai demo.

credits: The Beatles

credits: The Beatles

A new TKP rough draft track... Lyrics and keys to come! / Added second guitar to beginning and worked on lead 7/7

A day in the life of a common cat

I wrote this a week or so ago, and decided to give it a proper "mix" I guess? I'm not great at mixing quite yet, so this is just trying to add some ear candy and make it sound as good as I can!

I'm grateful for balance. Yarrow showed up today in a field and I was reminded of the balance I have to continue to strive for.

Worries Never Win Verse 1: Worries have never solved The things that ache my heart. Pacing the midnight floors, Only pulled me apart. Tried to fix it all alone— But I was sinking fast. Then I heard a still, small voice: “Child, this…

Last of the five-day experiment in intervals. Again, my friend Ebow was acting persnickety, as is its wont (I'm sure I have nothing to do with it), and the result includes some abrasive string rattling. I like the melody of the original recording…