You know what I'm talkin' 'bout . . .

Another description of my relationship with my beloved.

It's almost always a good day.

Another song that explains itself.

Recorded in Logic Pro 8. Inspired By Debussy and Chopin a bit.

Recorded in Logic Pro 8. Inspired By Leo Brower a bit.

Recorded in Logic Pro 8. Inspired By Debussy a bit.

Recorded in Logic Pro 8. Inspired By Weird Guitar tones.

lyrics: The silence sometimes is all you have to say and I believe it, and you and everything surrounding the skin beneath your eyes Time's without a shield or an attack against the sight of a lifetime that was burning you by And I may…

this song makes me think of a splintered piece of wood. lyrics: It's a cold day out, the kind where you think you're missing the longer days with the sun beating on your face but you're beside me and I think the cold was a gift to lead…

Turning point #2. The storm clears and though there is an endless blue above, clouds will forever be a part of the sky.

An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status lyrics: The outside was a barren wasteland; dilapidated houses garbage on the ground And the buildings' aging faces echoed the sirens and her pain across…

a state of denial/hope lyrics: I don't care what bad boys say with their little white lies to keep themselves safe drown themselves in fermentations all good girls go to heaven I don't care what bad boys say with their little white…

turning point #1 lyrics: It was spring time, or their time depending on which one you asked how much it mattered to two birds flying away from the cold. She sang and he'd swing, together a flight all their own on wings she swore were made…

clarity during a swift beginning is a mirage yet unknown lyrics: Momma, you've got to see this man I've found clean cut, honest, and so handsome We're thinkin' 'bout pickin' up and movin' on he'll get a job where we'll go and he'll make…

From your parents you will learn everything and nothing without even realizing lyrics: Don't look in the mirror, your skin will never seem as soft Don't wait in the middle when your mind is already made up Just make it home, please…