who am i to say we cant learn from our mistakes? all my hope is based in finding a better way back home but im gone so, where did i go wrong? hearts will break in search love i hope the waits worth what you take one day my heart will explode…

Recorded today, Feb 14, 2012.

Trippy Ambient Stylophone Stuff

Elements of this were originally going to be a couple of separate songs, but while experimenting I figured out that they kind of fit together. The clinky percussion is actually part of my other recent song "Tin Beam" sped up. Oh, and "Arbez" is…

playing with my eyes closed rpm #4 2012 from about 2 min on it's a bit hot,, if anyone has some suggestions on how to balance the range, i would appreciate it r

Beaners pipes and zigzags scarrtered all across the floor. reachin for some rezons, cant wait no cheif no more. and i wonder if i will il ever lose my High - duo to me it happens all the time.single Its a quater after one im a lil crunk and i…

This is my attempt at afro-pop... The video was produced by a friend of mine, Skot McCall, via online collaboration...

I’ve seen the sun die (Lyrics) I’ve watched the moonrise i’ve seen the sun die on our love and now it’s gone i want that dream of love i want to hold it close to my heart i wanna to feel the warmth of your touch i want to feel you in…

originally written and performed by Chris Cornell.

Interpol is GOD

I pinched this riff,but you guessed that!

Spring,summer,autum,winter,seasons,

In space no-one can hear you scr... hello ? Hello ? Anyone there ?

getting there. should be finished tomorrow

She can do whatever she wants--as long as it's far, far away!!! Written and performed by John Eimen.

One of the first songs I ever wrote... When we bought our first house, we had a nice big back yard on a 1/3 acre lot... With the train tracks just on the other side of the back fence.

This song seemed to fit so nicely with this year's RPM feel that I decided to re-record it during February.

Sometimes you gotta show New Hampshire a little love.

A partial re-write and full re-record of my teacher's protest song.

A song of love, loss, and unrelenting hatred for those pin-striped S.O.B.'s. WARNING: You might hear an occasional F-bomb.

hollow eyes feed the birds shells of cars litter the streets broken homes desolate roads this is how we devolve who cares how we made it here truthfully i just don't care who cares how we made it here cold comforts get us nowhere…

I do not know that I know, I do not know? some how is all that is.