Who can say they know the truth anymore ... One of us gonna believe the truth from the other man Well you look left while I look right But we both can’t see anything cause its the middle of the night The words on the page look blurred…

Working on some ideas for a last-minute set, remembered this stack of self-help tapes that a friend found on the curb and passed on to me.

Ignore the duck

I know its Tuesday cos its written on my socks. Tuesday's seem to go on forever, stuck in that last minute.

Our blood is the same colour It’s just not the same solution Mine is thin and briny And it’s stuck by noise pollution Let’s move to the country We’ll pretend we don’t have problems We’ll have dinner parties Make our friends think we…

I’ll hit the road Tonight I suppose My eyes do a roll When you make your joke (why are you gonna hit the road? Are you mad at it?) I wanted to Be of some use Words in my mouth Cut my tongue out It’s not so bad This foreign land…

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

by the Black-Eyed Snakes

This past week My life has been a complimentary airline seat On the wing Fighting air resistance and feeling thin Took donations And took compliments as best as I could manage I’ll just sing I’ll just try and sit for a moment…

first go round with the Squire Strat mini, thru guitar disruptor with a hint of Sabbath. RIP Ozzy

Trouble in mind I'm blue but I won't be blue always Cause to sun's gonna shine in my backdoor someday gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line and let that 2:19 train pacify my mind trouble in mind I'm blue and I've almost…

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…

I don’t have the fortitude to type out lyrics right now my bad

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…

Im phoning this one in Ive flown in tougher winds But im tired and I have to flip Over my whole house to be sit Upon by a gracious friend Who will stay here to sit my pet Who, when house and pet have been sat Will collect a tidy sum at…

This song is from Don McLean's first album. I grew up listening to and loving this song, and had long since forgotten about it until it popped into my head this morning.

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…

I had SO MUCH FUN producing this Track. I hope a little bit of this energy transfers to you, my dear listener. Maybe I should produce more in this style...spaghetti-western-core :-D Just kidding... ...or am I?

I am a butterfly but not a monarch I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark On the granite, part of a meal unfinished Swept off the counter and Into the garbage I’m sorry, that was dark I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy I’m partial…

We go dey alright is an afro beat song to encourage all hustlers.. enjoy

by XTC

I talked to big game when I said I’d go to the show now I’m me on the day forgot how it feels to be alone I’m not moving on my own I’m no man I’m a millstone at the bottom of the river i’d flow with upriver of all the live I could…

Mahogany dust, and grass in my lungs I pull myself to a higher run I’m chock full of maple I bring to the table A penchant to be so high strung What a friend for to have I’m not dead. I’m just sad. If you’re talking to me And you see…

O I sing I hate the wind it keeps me from you people say I'm no good how can that be true and the day is cold and the leaves have turned and air is sour and the grass has burned a knife that's looking for a sheath but finds instead…

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