Instrumental Interlude

She stands alone in my mind She'll make it home in her own time I've always known that she's not mine She gets closer to the line Then turns and walks away Breaks out the wine Don't know how she survived another day

An 8-bit groove recorded from the NESynth iPhone application and a little love from GarageBand and the Mac text-to-speech tools. Here are the lyrics: Thought over capacity I cannot achieve Maximum velocity Digital heart racing Multiplexing Enumerating…

This song is dedicated to a close friend I had. The Best friend. REALLY needs LYRICS!! Anyone??

Reg is doing well but everything around him seems to be stopped or running at half speed...like its on rewind....he's findiing it hard adjusting to the normal pace of life after all those years on fast forward....... STUCK IN A CLOUD CAN NOT…

from the album "Que Vive!" the faces blend together, form an enemy the faces blur, who’s the friend and who’s the enemy guilty is a feeling all human’s cry freedom from the enemy all the while freedom’s just not listening guilty is a feeling…

This song is dedicated to my wife Karen, remembering back to when first we danced. This is our submission to the March 2022 Record Every Month (REM) Challenge. Dan Will - Keyboards David True - Bass Tony Gallo - Percussion Written…

Track 6 from "Someone Else's Hell. Lyrics: The aftermath is ugly beautiful like a drowning star covered in its own shit the debris everywhere... and I, standing here with a wrench just helping take it apart ... more // they shake…

Don't stop, just don't stop, then ...

This song is simple in both arrangement and theme. It is about not taking life for granted and not ignoring the misfortunes of others.

I literally destroyed the whammy recording this.

A very strange spy story, co-written by Keith Landry. We were trying for wacky. We succeeded. Raised in the Ozarks in witness protection, his parents turned on the mob As a boy, he loved "We Are the World," now saving it is his job A master…

Dude stole my guitar so I wrote a song about him... BICYCLE EDDY Bicycle Eddy, he rode at night Had no fenders on his bike Had a brown streak up the back of his shirt Eddy don't care. "It's just dirt." Bicycle Eddy, he slept all day…

a dream i had...

HAPPY Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade A fleeting spark that fades out as the memory is made Happy is the spark when the hammer strikes the steel Before the spit has sizzled into a vapor trail And happy is the planner…

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This is a response to a terrific biography by Fawn Brodie called 'No Man Knows My History.'