The song is about isolation and loneliness (implied abuse) and the conditions that could lead someone down the path to obsessive, destructive behavior: stalking, arson, and violence.

Lyrics: There’s a pound or two of flesh in my chest yet. It sits next to the bag that brings me my breath, yes. A knot of muscle that flex and flex and flexes, It’s okay—no rest (unless time requests it). In the bowl above my eyes a gelatinous…

An old tune, lazy vocals, lazy vibe. Didn't end well...

Another old tune written while I had a particularly bad foot infection! And please, not intended to offend. My apologies if it does.

A funky tune about my step-dad. This is an out-take from my RPM09 effort. I used the rock version for the cd, though in retrospect I think this version is better! Oh, well...

About a trip to Des Moines, Iowa, more info here. http://www.sonador.us

Guitar and Drums recorded Oct 16, 2008; Vocals and Bass recorded on Oct 19, 2008. Drums arranged with DrumTrack. http://www.sonador.us