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.

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

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…

(written for MD) Its been a rough couple of days. I'm still system processing the events. I wrote this for a new friend of mine.

When the sun sets over high mountains it doesn’t get dark When the valley cools in in the evening the crinoline bark Strike a match on the stone hearth flickering light for the fire I watch the blue ridge violet hue ridge fade in the night…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Water Where do you go O water Where do you go Said I'm going down Gulf of Mexico Bluebird Where have you been O bluebird Where have you been I went all the way to Texas And back again Winter Has come and gone O winter Has come…

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

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…

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…

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…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

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…

You must be this tall to ride. A fiddle, a couple of guitars, a rhythm section, some strings and a human voice. Maniacal laugh was recorded at a birthday party for a 6 year old.

well, this didn't turn out like i expected.

...and some VST Plug-ins: The whole thing is still served with analog sounds-delicious!

Note: Dr. Sattilaro strayed from the diet in the late '80s and back onto typical Western fare, his cancer returned, and he died soon thereafter.

Dark clouds are moving in Soft breeze upo0n my skin Prepared but even then So swings the pendulum The lives it takes as the branches break The hopes and dreams now sympathies For all the starts left in the sky Are pocket change left…

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…

Reg felt he had to give a nod to Ozzies passing from one man with full throttle hands to another ... I recorded it LitC with one mic then the strings and piano added later

Lyrics I don’t know where you are, maybe in someone else’s heart, trying to find your way while I try to go back to the start. I am right here, waiting for you to lose your fear, turning myself into stone, trying to leave you, my dear.

Same as yesterday, but with different effects on the Microfreak.