It was not for me to chose You’ve still got a lot to lose Give it up or try again Breaking ties or make amends It’s almost miraculous To go as far as you did With the rage still white hot In your white knuckle grip You were dragged…

Sunday morning, no such luck My head is dizzy, it’s bright as fuck I’m dying I make my way to south French broad Lumbering wondering where she’s gone or something I see Sam he’s in the same shape as me Bundled in funneling misery by the…

Dian, you say the sun is going down But it's a ways across town I think we've got a little light left Dian, you say you miss me when we talk But I'm the only one who calls Ain’t it funny how that works out Dian, first your sister…

I wish I was the moon in the sky O I wish I was the moon in the sky If I's the moon in the sky I'd be floating in your eye Wish I was the moon in the sky I wish I was the song on your lips O I wish I was the song on your lips If I's…

Even in the struggle, we see affirmations.

It's very late and I decided to mess with some ambient guitar sounds. Now I'm ready for a nice dream.

a tribue to one of my favorite melodies. do you know it?

Day two of the Daily Two! I feel like I flubbed these drums. But I did the thing and that's what matters...

Verse One I try to follow even fall in line To better things Did you really leave behind Your words Verse Two You speak in slilence eyes a mystery I reach for hope But it slips from me like sand Pr Chorus And I, am breathing a lie…

Two passes at a melody in Am, both duplicated, moved down a second interval and reversed. Hmmmm.

Anticlimactic jam in a time signature not yet known to man. Maybe 6/8

I’m light and love Until I go broke I’m nothing but smiles TIL I’m on my last smoke And if the suns not in my eyes I could tell you a joke “It only gets better? Let’s leave it to hope” I’m a fair weather vain TIL the rain makes me…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

It takes a lot to get me going anymore Through Trials and Tribulations The needle drops into a dance I don't forget You've got a way of moving I'm twisted I'm twisted I'm twisted Around your finger