"Time keeps slippin' away...."

I'm a child at heart. I think many adults are, too.

I'll always try to be there for you . . .

A song about my son when he was a toddler. Now that he's grown, he really hates it.

I've seen you before, haven't I?

A song about growing old together.

I was angry and reclusive when I wrote this.

You won't see me any more.

Let's get old school about it.

Do you want me or not?

step behind late for school don't have my homework done falling down

www.dusthill.net

I have everything I need to know about you on your busness card.

I am formatting.

This is the length of my wage.

Especially if it's Indian food.

Were I spend most of my time.

What a wonderful thing like it's friend the stapler they are the major assessories of my cubical.

It is manditory, read it. Sign it.

You know when you wear one.

Only has a seat for one.

Made from freesound.org sample "14909__reinsamba__Nightingale_song_2.wav" and a chopped up & looped jazz bass riff created with the "Poodles or Flan" tool.

Dozens of copies of the bass Line I used in "Tyrannosaurs were the Nightingales of the Cretaceous" variously stretched, chopped, or reversed, then run through a ping-pong delay, multiple plate reverb emulators, multiple Mutron emulators, a ring…

How could I have been so blind, so stupid . . . and so human?

This is about aging and looking for constancy and stability in your life.