Track 7

Track 2 from GET BRAVE! album. I wrote this hoping to encourage people to really energize their lives. Get involved. To not let money & the status quo define how things should be. Things can be anything.

Track 1 from the GET BRAVE! album. I wrote this about how we can lose the planet if we don't make changes within our selves & how things are done in this world of industry & product.

I really don't know what to say. This is what comes out when I sit in front of my computer.

A friend once took me to a Hindu temple. We sat on the floor for a while as the religious leader chanted and burned incense. This was followed by an uncomfortable tour of the place. Our tour guide then said "You should go get some food.". It was…

Imagine, if you will, yourself sitting in a Chinese tea house. Cherry blossoms are falling outside and nearby, there is a small stream. You are totally at peace when the tea ceremony commences.

Noodle: verb. To play an aimless and improvised guitar solo. Jam: verb. To play improvised music as a group.

This one sat around for quite a while collecting dust until I picked it up a couple days ago and started tinkering with it. I think I like it.

My first "crying in your beer" suicide inducer track.

Annoyingly happy.

Jimmy's dad stands beside his son who is overjoyed to be seated on a wooden horse attached to a rotating platform. Old people really seem to like this "diddy".

A long line of Harleys parked in front, a jukebox full of country music and not a sober customer in the place.

DISCLAIMER: I have never been to Texas, nor have I done any of the things mentioned in this song. I do not suggest that anyone do these things.

My albino rat was named tttee and she was cool. Then my friend gave me rats. O.k., now I've got 3 rats. Then they procreated. Having 23 rats was not so cool.

When employed at Wal-Mart, CSM is the acronym for Cock Sucking Motherfucker.

An attack made on the pearly gates. Special guest drummer Ron Lockwood.

A song about what it's like for me to live in your world.

Deep in the Louisiana bayou, a voodoo priestess swats at small flying shapes. Their normally bright rainbow colors deadened into shades of grey.