I’m a leaking pitcher I’m half full Full of dripping water Coming from the roof Pour me out in the garden When the ground dries up Set me up when the rain comes Hear me fill with love You’re alright I’m a crooked picture Hanging…

One day I will be of sharper wit I’ll know the words and what to say and shit One day I will be a better man I’ll make good plans and then ill stick to them Some day time will be not so harsh I’ll schedule yoga meetings in the park…

I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

andean flute, delayed guitars

Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.

Written and recorded for the Record Every Month challenge in July 2025

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

(Disclosure: Despite the Aug Upload, these are no longer the demo versions I had. I just didn’t want to lose my high listen count… very vain, I know…) Verse One Ash from the fireplace, Driftin' like ghosts in the air Smoke on the ceiling…

Instrumental track from yesterday, with lyrics and vocals made today: Modern Fool What modern fool doesn’t understand the game of love? And what about the push and shove you’re guilty of? That dares not speak its crime? What modern…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

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…

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…

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…

improvisational FM synth on top of an AM / Ringmod chorus of crickets. rendered on the Synthstrom Deluge with 3 cricket voices on a kit track and playing the FM synth in keyboard view

thinking of the ozzy things.. this song I have forgotten what song it is by ozzy and black Sabbath help me out mmmmm yeah it is that three notes at the beginning of some song of his...

Cover by Pet Shop Boys. For the bestest friend, housemate, ally, travel companion, musical partner and co-conspirator, a gal could ever have. Tom + Kat = BFF <3 Kat: vox, keys Tom: guitar, bass