Hey gang! It’s us again, The Proods…though there are rumblings in the band that we may be changing our name. Here’s another track by Brian…channeling his inner Ozzy once again. It was fun working on this, though I prefer the OTHER 1960’s style…

Where Hope Resides Chorus: He’s not a shadow hiding in the sky, Nor a whisper lost in winds that pass. He is the King who rules over all, A Father who sees, who draws us near. He showed His love through His only Son— The Lamb, the Light…

A sketch with an attempt to capture the gathering light of a forest floor as the sun rises along the St. Croix River. Microfreak and guitar with looper pedal and reverb.

Horizons, beyond the edges between what we can see and not see, what we know and don't yet know.

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 is hot trash

pocket guitar, Koala app, Bass VI

My lyrics, a tale of long distance trucking, set to music and performed by Amigos Imaginarios (AI).

Contains beets.

The rose of sharon is blooming again Summer's slowly approaching its end No kids are playing, no slip n' slides Hotter than hell but I don't know why Cut the grass, shouldn't be that hard Empty bottle lying in the yard Is it trash or is…

I was reading Revelation in the Bible about the "Lord's House." I was blown away by the description of it and wrote this song.

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…

Big drum tes. 20 mics in a church foyer.

My friend wrote a song and said it reminded him of music I love to listen to and write. The intro motif spoke to me in a very specific way... this is what my heart heard.

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

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…

Bait on the hook A curse on the town We laugh like coyotes And cry just like clowns It scrubs off of our fingers A little elbow grease and there it goes Bones in the garden Pitchfork in the hay Mice in the cupboard It’s written all…

Tell 'em that we went out with a bang Please tell 'em that we went out with a bang Smiled and waved at everyone we met Shook hands with the utmost respect Came up with a cure for loneliness Ended all the west coast homelessness Sent another…

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

Not the Sinatra one ....I'm due for a week in Cornwall down by the sea with the family. this year has been quite busy so I feel we need to escape for a while Come fly with me I don’t know where we’re heading to I can…

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…

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…

When I go, won't be forever When I go Walk with me through the heather When I go Blade of grass Weeping willow Let me go Hold my hand while I'm sleeping When I go Tap the trees Start the fire When I'm smoke I'll be here for an…

Happy Birthday, but not too loud Mid-life crisis head into town One foot in the cradle, one foot in the grave I still feel young but I can sense a change There has got to be more than this Crooked lines with straight edges Michael tells…

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…

by the Black-Eyed Snakes

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…

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…

I ride an old paint I lead an old dam I'm going to Montana To throw a houlihan They feed in the coolies They water in the draw Their tails are all matted Their backs are all raw Ride around Ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy…

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…