Jess wrote the lyrics for this one, and unlike when I write lyrics, they speak for themselves.

This song is about George Washington, and how politicians in the *cough* future world this album inhabits *cough* could perhaps use a bit of his character.

Written for the "My First Sing-A-Long Dictionary" RPM 2010 project. See myfirstdictionary.blogspot.com/ Daddy's away Posted abroad Sending home pay All he can afford Mummy pretends But I notice that something has changed The letters…

A nasty little story wrapped in a very short country song. When I took your tiny hand it struck me cold And I though cool hands warm hands warm heart is what I've been But I know that wasn't When It came to one like you So I signed that…

Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…

Written, more or less, after sitting in a car for four hours, after attending Laurie's Last.

The turning point for my RPM Challenge recordings this year - I'd planned out a bunch of songs to record with just vocals and an acoustic. After several of these sketches presented themselves to my brain, I threw the old plan out.

Featuring: Maddy Bunker, lyrics, guitar ideas Randy Leclair, lyrics, guitar, vocals, mandolin, bass Angela Nadeau, lyrics David Susman, lyrics, piano, commentary Amber Tatnall, lyrics, ukulele