Sometimes we don't resist the brightest flame until it's too late. ACETYLENE Baby, you burn - I never learn until I'm on fire A dangerous game - the hottest flame I've ever seen I can't look away from your blinding display, drawn by desire…

Sometimes you just gotta hack away at the acoustic. Oh, and for those of you listening from the New Hampshire coastal music scene, I "borrowed" your documentary title. Had to do it. SHE'LL NEVER BE MINE Raised on the water Born on the…

Wrote this one from an interesting perspective. Found a nice little hook and didn't mess with it - sometimes sparse arranging is best. TOO LATE Time had a funny way of passing That time I first looked in your eyes I thought it might be…

The last of the original 29 Navajo Code Talkers died not long ago. Go look them up if you don't know the story. These were some of the finest men to ever serve. CODE TALKER Boys were dying across the ocean Words were stolen, and codes…

Of all the souvenirs, photos, baseball memorabilia, and musical instruments in my study, the item I value the most is one small 3x5 of my sister and me. 3x5 OF ME AND YOU I sit with my belongings around me on the shelf Pictures of my heroes…

Well EVERY album needs a love song! CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU Doctor says my numbers aren't where they're suppose to be Gotta change my eating habits and work out more than once a week I know I tend to get addicted to things that make me…

Well, this song showed up right at the end of the recording session, and it reminded me of why I do this - and it was just what I needed. THANKS FOR COMING I agreed to meet I smile and take a seat To hear you say how I could be a star…

ABACHA is a blend of heavy Arewa fused Jiggy Trap with Bars On Bars. This ballers anthem is for all Arewa kings and lovers of good music in the North and Beyond, as King IB and The Arewa Trap Kart3L gets ready to give you more creative vibes…

Sprinkle Me O Lord Intro G                  ————- G ———————— Em Sprinkle me, O Lord, with  hyssop ——-C———— G and I shall be cleansed;  ————-  Em————-C wash me, and I shall be made  Am7b5—————D7 whiter than the snow…

parts may hurt your ears. depending. guitar -> mxr superbadass fuzz -> red panda tensor -> tc electronics mimiq -> behinger audio interface -> cakewalk breverb -> sonitus delay -> your ears

Music by Geoff Cox Harmonica by Ben Blackett Lyrics by Ben Blackett and Geoff Cox

Dedicated to my mate Dane.

Music By Geoff Cox Lyrics by Ben Blackett and Geoff Cox

A simple little ballad. I wrote it thinking of meaningful relationships gone south. The guitar is a Les Paul Studio through a Boss AC-3 Acoustic Simulator and Electro-Harmonix Grand Canyon delay.

I wrote the backing track a couple years ago after watching the documentary "It Might Get Loud." It somehow evolved into a li'l tribute to Bob Dylan (Bob really deserves so much better). The words allude to a number of Dylan's songs: "Like a Rolling…

This one is pretty much your basic bad day. I mean hectic, frantic, crazy, pull-your-hair-out, everything's going wrong, Junior puked in class and I crashed the car on the way to get him days. Really bad but survivable. Make yourself the main…

When I made my demo of this song, Nancy said she really liked the melody of the chorus and that overall it was her favorite tune of mine to date, hence the title. I thought the first section of the song would be ideal for a sitar, however I…

based on the science fiction story "Ballad of Lost C'Mell" by Cordwainer Smith. Recorded for the 2020 RPM Challenge Lyrics: Lord Jestocost She’s a cat and she’s a girl But she’s not equal in this world I am lord of all I see This…

We've all been there. Recorded for the 2020 RPM Challenge Borborygmas Blues I was hangin with my honey Late last night We heard a sound And got a terrible fright It sounded like a tremor Or a far off beast But I felt something down…

Although they would probably not admit it, writing credits to Carl Barnhardt and Kevin Martin. Recorded for the 2020 RPM Challenge The Vaseline Queen of Abilene There’s a little town out west of Sabine Where the wind spins the turbine…

Or is this some sort of dream? "Sleep come soon, and white away the room." Perhaps this is a dream you shouldn't be having. Some doors are best left unopened.

They try and find a way to reach you, but it's like concrete.

On an elevator, we exist in a perpetual uncertain state between different floors.

Are you hallucinating again?

Yeah - don't even think Houdini could get himself out of this mess. Ever tried picking the quantum lock on a wormhole?

You're hitchhiking, with no recollection of how you came to be here. A route with an irregular number has never been a positive sign.

Well, it tasted like Creamsicle. Perhaps the giant radioactive insignia on the outside of the flask was meant to be a warning or something. After your sixth beer, you tend to ignore stuff like that.

I'm not a trick of the shadows. You're the trick of light.

The CB Radio in the corner echoes with an idle static, but something sounds peculiar - it's no noise you've ever heard before. There's something intelligent about it, like it's peering out of the speaker and looking right at you.

What kind of twisted infinity loop have you managed to get yourself stuck in? Time seems to weave in and out like some kind of Gordian knot.