Midnight, daylight, coming undone Shooting stars and the rising sun Packed up camp and I hit the trail Gonna find a place 'tween Heaven and Hell Full Sail Half Baked biscuits in a pan Lo-fi high stakes game I'm gonna win Chart my course…

I don’t have the fortitude to type out lyrics right now my bad

An older ebow piece with stuff added today.

Hope in the Shadows Chorus: Holy is the Father — Majestic, pure, and kind; Our source of joy. You reign in holy splendour — And we are never alone. You are the reason we rejoice, O Most High. Verse 1: From the dawn of time, You remain…

Horizons, beyond the edges between what we can see and not see, what we know and don't yet know.

What did we give away for the things we have? I don’t see any place I haven’t been before But the faces I hold in my mind when I’m drifting off to sleep Are as free as anything could be When all the dollar stores have vanished in the flood…

Im phoning this one in Ive flown in tougher winds But im tired and I have to flip Over my whole house to be sit Upon by a gracious friend Who will stay here to sit my pet Who, when house and pet have been sat Will collect a tidy sum at…

My friend wrote a song and said it reminded him of music I love to listen to and write. The intro motif spoke to me in a very specific way... this is what my heart heard.

The manta ray hangs off of the keychain that you bought at the aquarium I asked if that was the thing that killed Steve Erwin - I was wrong and you sure let me know My buddy Andrew bought a cd in Connecticut by the Teeth called "Carry the…

Unmixed, in modified New Standard Tuning (Robert Fripp's method): C-G-D-G-C-E (NST is C-G-D-A-E-B), so A minor'ish? Will try to add words, melody and vocal tomorrow.

A revised mix of this ditty, with more from the "IRS" and local cops...

This song is from Don McLean's first album. I grew up listening to and loving this song, and had long since forgotten about it until it popped into my head this morning.

They turned the old house into rubble with my memories inside Picture frames still hanging, glimmer still in your eyes I think of all the parties that we used to throw Glitter clung to the baseboards like new fallen snow And I'm wishing…