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One of my favorites. It was recorded a long long time ago while I was a freshman at Queens College, NY. If you like it, check out my page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik

This was written after an incident in the early morning hours as I was waking. It wasn't really a dream but the whole thing came to me as the lyrics tell. MARY'S GARDEN (TIME OF MERCY) Hail Mary, full of grace Hail Mary, Guardian of the…

Inspired By My Wife. She Bought Me The Classical Guitar For Christmas One Year So I Used It To Write A Song For Her.

it's getting late so theres no time for finness it might be here by the morning ..... DOING THE SOLITARY TANGO Sitting on the 13th floor, looking over London The clouds are filling up with dead mens tears Everyones feeling like their a little…

Written by Dave Berry Drums played on my new Roland HD-1 Godin xtsa (rhythm), Epi Sheraton (jazzy lead), bass, keys.

RPM 2011 I sail northward against the wind My hope erased by the wages of sin I have no way to break the ice I’m frozen with chains of tomorrow I have no fear of getting through The feelings I lost without starting It’s our little game not…

by Serj Tankian

RPM 2011 No explanations left to give apologies over She wanted more than the story, but nobody told her I hear the insane are hardly worth the medication But she'd like the story just the same, for when she gets older It's not the end…

for the Angie Fights Crime cover album

I’ll never understand those who are famous for being famous, and I honestly don’t care to. Unqualified influencers and fake internet gurus, this one's for you.

To be a beast.. That’s angelic, you need To breathe and be With the serene Aesthetic On earth and as it is In heaven Against the unwell Rebel and hop across the pond To solid ground Of a Kill How we do it it’s evil But a bald eagle…

Lyrics and music by Brian Vaughn. Love, love, love... Look up and down. There are shapes in the clouds, And ants on the ground who march in line, To the roots of a tree, Whose bark carries the name, Of a girl whose boy thought her worth…

Family reunion - 1977, Lake Texoma. Old fogies and children all gone to bed. Me with my guitar down on the dock. Peggy sings.

Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…

I re-imagined this Neil Young Folky song as an acoustic blues song.

Refuge into the imagination: Is it crazy? Is it survival? Is desire to survive crazy? THERE SHE WAS Key - G 102811 G She'd been gone for three years now so he'd been on the road Playing every truck stop bar and every song he…

All vocals and Beatbox original track.