MOTHER'S EYES I used to chide my mother She saw the loss in every face The cemetery. The old folks home along the way I used to laugh at Mother She saw the pain in every eye Now time has passed and Mom is gone and here am I And…

Title Track - RPM 2013 we all clap our hands to the beat as the beat goes by jazz & poetry in the fifties almost died Rock n roll became the goal as people slicked back there hair Rock, Rock and roll , the parent were in despair Elvis was…

A little late for Halloween for this ghost story of lost love..............

Clipticule Apologetically inappropriate. We're probably on different time zone. Get that smoke in for the kickoff.

I've attempted to get the sound of garden clippers in an offbeat with the associated music, sorta like the offbeat of clapping sticks in traditional Aboriginal music.

From the CD "Sophistry", available at http://www.sligorags.com/shop

samples of rubber soul abused.

Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963). ~ Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between…

a remix of 3 pieces by James Bailey (Alonetone trawnjim) for SOund-In. Remixed by Jim Goodin

Poor old Arthur....... old quin has gone .......just him and the old Joanna.................. Poor Old Arthur (Lyrics) Im feeling Dangerous Volatile unstable i don't know what to do life is spiraling down and i want to stand proud want…

“Away” Into the feelings we woke up today there is an unexplored corner,. Here we discover our perfect secret place to release what we said into our room my thoughts turn rugged drops so I learn to talk with body words Check your movements…

herald my growing tension

Song for a great friend that lost his home to a fire around christmas 2010.

A somber holiday tune written through the eyes of someone that may not be in the position to celebrate the holidays, but must look on as others do. Recorded Nov - Dec 2018

I wanted a loose nod to “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues”, so I started it in the rain and ended it with returning to someplace I used to live. But then because of Bud Cort I thought the singer should inexplicably die at the end of each verse. This…

Track 8 from "Vines" by The Anchorage Drift

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This a song for the lenten season, contemplating what it must have been like for Jesus during His 40 days in the desert after being baptized by St. John, His cousin. Forty Days To the desert Jesus Christ was led And for forty…

This was an attempt at using the keyboard to make an instrumental invoking looking for something, thinking it had been found, then finally finding it. Or, put another way, this was a way to practice piano.