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EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

Melody was too fresh to have down properly but hey, it's another demo. I think I hate this one. Just idea after idea morphing daily. The ending was more of a joke but I guess it is staying... Verse One I feel like, I’m lying awake But I…

Strung out from the high road Strung out from the pavement Listening to the echoes Of what my lover's saying East of Oklahoma West of Arizona South of Colorado And a thousand miles from nowhere I'm on the struggle bus Spend my mornings…

Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.

Lyrics Encontrei mais do que eu procurava, Andei por onde a vida me levou, E, ao mesmo tempo, eu não procurava nada. Mas mesmo assim, até mim tu chegou O escuro se iluminou para mim, Algo que jamais imaginei. Fui em sua direção, encontrar…

Another Demo. This one was actually the first I wrote in the set. I figured the others would be harder to do so I did them first. Verse One The sun is setting on my Thoughts I can’t find Where I left my peace of mind Am I falling through…

I’m a leaking pitcher I’m half full Full of dripping water Coming from the roof Pour me out in the garden When the ground dries up Set me up when the rain comes Hear me fill with love You’re alright I’m a crooked picture Hanging…

I went down to old fort worth in 18 and 83 when a Mexican cowboy come stepping up to me he said how are you young fella how would you like to go and spend the season working in the hills of Mexico well having no employment back to him…

Rain for now Sunshine catches in the clouds Stay for now Good things catching in my mind Cast like a thread Snagged on the end Pulling me out of this shit Like a thread that snags and intertwines Pulling me out Pulling me down…

Another Demo, only two more to go. Verse One I’ve walked past the alter like a ghost With my hands in pocket afraid to reach Seen too many flames far too close Watched others burned, will none survive Verse Two I’ve lit candles just…

I learned to whistle I learned to walk I made it rustle I saw a fox I walked through thistle I slept on moss There was no water That I couldn’t cross I made a skiffle I drowned a rock I did not blunder I didn’t talk…

This song was created specifically as musical accompaniment for a hoofer (tap dancer), or in Boston speak, a "hoofa"

I don’t feel great I left my take at the front desk I did not intend For the evening to turn out like it did For me to feel like a new type of idiot I can’t go back cause I’m already on a plane Even if I did, what could I say? I…

It's a simple knot That keeps me from the lake It's a simple knot That keeps me What's known between A rider and bridle What's known between Rider O to be The light on the land O to be The light It was dark last night When…

Lyrics Suas mãos em meu pescoço, Apertando até meu oxigênio ameaçar sumir, Enquanto minhas mãos e dedos ficam roxos. E começa a morrer a vida que, em teoria, deveria existir. Ele aperta a cada dia mais forte, E, cada vez mais, eu perco…

He takes all of his clothes off and jumps into the Seine The water is cleaner than it ever has been The car needs for you to drive it, or else it doesn’t move The car needs for you to drive it, I hate to make you choose It’s like a still…

Verse One I try to follow even fall in line To better things Did you really leave behind Your words Verse Two You speak in slilence eyes a mystery I reach for hope But it slips from me like sand Pr Chorus And I, am breathing a lie…

Each demo is getting me closer to where I will eventually be to record the album. Drums are really coming together. The next demo will focus more on the rhythm tones. New cab mic coming... Verse I Morning light, spills on the floor Shadows…

Lyrics O preto virou a única cor existente, Mesmo com o arco-íris no céu ainda presente. Continuo andando pelas ruas cinzas e nebulosas, Vendo roseiras só com espinhos, sem nenhuma rosa. Luto constantemente contra o luto, Esse luto que…

Lyrics Eu estive procurando meu lugar no mundo. Procurei em todos os lugares existentes. Não encontrei, nem por um único segundo, Mas pensei que poderia estar um pouco mais à frente. Tentei me encaixar, me rotular e me resumir; Tentei…

Water runs the river like my fingers through your hair I asked if I could kiss you and you said you didn't care Most folks climb the mountain just to reach it's peak But I'm in it for the journey babe, I'll fall down at your feet Rock, Paper…

Song about my mother instead of my father for once... Another demo, things are choppy, but it is just to get the idea down and to test the set up, spent maybe four hours on it tops. Chorus You never listen when I’m drowning
 I’m breaking…

Trying out a whole lot of new gear. (Even though it is all really old gear) This demo was mostly for the guitars and drums. All outboard gear and no outside samples where used for the first time for me. Guitars are a greenback style speaker…

Brian's songs are so unique, he really is on another level.... They're deep, soulful and fun to jam to. We have a cycle, each time we get together we do a different member's song...I can't wait until it's Brian's turn next.

I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

What do you call guys like us, who are from the USA? USA-guys? Why, we’re USAnian of course.

Summer song, love song, happy song. ai demo, my lyrics.

One day I will be of sharper wit I’ll know the words and what to say and shit One day I will be a better man I’ll make good plans and then ill stick to them Some day time will be not so harsh I’ll schedule yoga meetings in the park…

This song is about one of the Prood girls, who is a school teacher ….special THANK YOU to Colleen Dillon for her endless support and encouragement. Lyrics… As the shadows stretch across your dark and lonely room and your record player fails…

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…