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…

Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

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

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.

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…

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

(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…

I made this for the "Cooking with Deluge" challenge for July 2025, and also for my Hyperphantasia album project. It was partly inspired by the music and parade scene from the 2006 anime Paprika. I started by sampling some pots, lids, bowls, and…

Is there a way to go into diagnostic mode and fix this glitching reality? --- Freesound Samples Used: * 610048__sample_me__dark-spoken-word-female-vocal-sample * 131264__bettsashl__whycant

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…

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…

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…

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.

I created this from the eight drones submitted in the Record Every Month Discord group's Drone Orchestra collaboration for July 2025, with the chosen key of A minor. It included one of mine which I made by playing one minute of slow alto recorder…

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

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…

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…

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

last one of an epic 31 days. whew. this is a remake of july 11, shortened considerably, with lyrics added to the second half.

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…

by XTC

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.

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…

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

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…

Dian, you say the sun is going down But it's a ways across town I think we've got a little light left Dian, you say you miss me when we talk But I'm the only one who calls Ain’t it funny how that works out Dian, first your sister…

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.