I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."

If you ever drive on Interstate 5 in California, between Sacramento and WIlliams, you will drive by both Arbuckle and College City. This is their song.

Whenever I am at a loss for words and I'm just not sure what to say, I think about how control is an illusion and I say "Ya-ta-hey."

Only the people with problems call after the decent have gone to sleep...

The epic story of an orange fight at a Cal USC game that my family won in spectacular fashion.

"THE Message?" My God.... THE Message? The Message, My MESSAGE After the beep? "Be kind to strangers, and even kinder to those you know and love. That was the best I could do, so now I have the Batman Blues."

A story about a good-natured woman and a bunch of recent parolees from the state prison in Vacaville, California, on a Greyhound bus.

A true story about a transcendent summer job I had with Scott Shoffner.

I spend a night there once, I was dizzy with Hadrian's Blues.

I wrote this song after seeing the man who almost killed me and not acting out all of my revenge fantasies. He was selling TVs at Costco.

The story of a house of ill-repute that met a very bad end.

Big Brother is watching... Time to get paranoid. Rough live studio demo.

A cautionary tale about falling back into addiction. Rough live studio demo.

When you finally realise that that lifelong friend isn't really a friend at all and it's time to say 'goodbye'. Rough live studio demo.

Standing outside, looking in. Keeping people at arm's length until you're sure of their intentions. Rough live studio demo.

and he slept through it all...........

Well do you ??????

She Was........

do it now...........

Just a simple Blues, I'm not a harp player, but I did the best I could, puffed me out !!! Oh yeh don't tell my mate Dave. He plays the harp on all my songs & he'll have guts for garters if he finds out !!!

Special thanks to Dave Desoucey for the bass track.

My groping hand shoved Away once more from delight: Supple joys denied.

A fairly quick rough track of a good idea

Sunlight streaming down. Gentle breeze disturbs new leaves. Spring's awakenings.

Roasting on one side, Freezing on the other side: The joy of campfires.

The coals are red-hot, Nag champa incense burning, Cherry Coke in hand.

The coals are red-hot, Yellow kernels a-roasting, Three ears are ready.

Antidisestab- lishmentarism: too many sylla- (bles?)

"Warren, line three, please." Annoying public address. (He's a busy man.)

(instrumental)

Unstoppable thief, Never aware of our needs, Time flows on and on.