Grackle 2econd 2unday improv jam Mark-charango Miguel-percussion Kavin.-percussion Rek-guitar

An ambient track, watching the land falling away as you track across pine barrons.

Transformative, rejuvenating, and also exhausting. A sigh can occur in multiple situations. Are we hearing them all? #REM #Abenaki Written for BC.

a bubbly driving rythme with a nostalic sigh. Remembering that twilight hilltop overlooking the city you never visited.

I thought I'd try my vocal through the pedal board with this one recorded the guitar on a mic and waffled some words a nice end to a busy day gardening Midday Oh lawdy, lawdy, I saw my baby come to the window and…

Reg was strumming and has got to thinking, I know he shouldn't but he has and he thinks the governments of this world have given up on love and understanding. They now want us to hate, hate, hate, hate, be angry, put against one another the haves…

Hey, can I see the little treasure that you found? Tell me where did you find it, was it lying on the ground? Well this treasure that I found was just lying on the ground Out in the pouring rain Tell me, from me to you, what's it going to…

I'm an honest man and it's the truth that I'm chasing But the truth is that the lies are an easier catch Rise up early in the morning Shovel in hand and I'm breaking my back to clear a path Here comes the plow again Finally found some…

everybody's waiting for the light but we don't need the sun to show our bright side strip away the veil before your eyes wading in with nothing on our minds good morning swimmers if you should respond to our invite you may even come…

Don't shiver when it's cold outside Don't confuse a sense of place with pride We're first to see by the dawn's early light From the desk of Mr. Hortense Binette Change the stationary header make it say "We're all connected by the radio…

moving back and forth doesn't have to take very much force oh but standing up straight, it does crowding doesn't count much when you are trying to limb out can we get down to the roots of us small connections can be found buried deep beneath…

when i was telling all the other kids i was 13 the hotel has a pool, it has a couple of vending machines with all my story telling done, i went home to mow the lawn i fell under the blades and now my summer dreams are gone that's just one…

spoon full of sugar in the mouth far too sweet had to spit it out now by bitterness replace a winterfresh, peppermint taste it still lingers on your breath on your lips, the kiss of death so have another piece of cake wash it down with…

we can see all the damage done well you might be the lucky one i can see where you're coming from you just might be the fortunate one this is my final run, this is i can breathe when the race is run and i might be the only one you can…

A taste of my own medicine's still medicine I suppose So why do I still feel so gross? Just below the canopy You see the forest through the trees Why can't I be taller than these? Your lying lips make myths Lying lips make myths You…