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The raw first verse of a Christmas song I'm working on.

After I finished working on my demos, I decided to cover this song, just because. One of Kurt's best.

I wanted to write a song with piano, it pretty much wrote itself. (The chromatic structure of the guitar solo had been in my head untabbed for years.) LYRICS: Flexible bullet fired at me Following some unknown trajectory Piercing the walls…

I had to do a love song so . . . . LYRICS: So we were two less than one now that we're through It came to pass nothing good could ever last It's in the past Why won't it die The words are flowing now a narrative suggested This…

I was depressed at my caliber of friends when I had a drug problem. This was the result. LYRICS: Most my friends are embryonic Most my friends are hooked on phonics Most my friends stick to the comics page Most my friends are disillusioned…

I've always liked playground taunts and rhymes. LYRICS: Sit in the garden eating nothing but worms Tastes pretty good to me There's so much bounty coming out of the soil I could be feeding for weeks Who knows where that's been…

I know the world needs the upwardly mobile, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. LYRICS: Success is regressive Step forward is two steps back A world unimpressive judging me for what I lack Defying convention all rules are relative…

I'm afraid of death. Hope I don't die when I'm 44. LYRICS: The man in black professed to me the secret of this life The conundrum of human pain The reason for this strife It doesn't make much sense I knew that much was true But what…

I used to smoke sometimes, so what. Lyrics (as requested): Got a bag of weed Know how to be numb Light it up and pass it We all can be dumb It's fun to smoke marijuana I'm one to toke when I wanna I know I'm not poor enough to…

I was unemployed for 5 months. This was the last one I recorded before I became just another working man. LYRICS: Last one left to finish then I'm through Sorry if I'm under the gun Three more seconds antidepressant Afterwards we…

I like 20th century classical music. Grand Canyon Suite, can you dig it?

LYRICS: We are all ghosts who walk the earth Everyone you see and everyone you don't see Don't know we're dead through self-deception People pretend it turns out well Don't know what'll happen after this but I can hazard an educated…

Life is unfair; one day I was really mad about that.

Our sun is in a long, cool, quiet period right now. But average ocean temps are the highest ever, and polar ice and glaciers are melting at an alarming rate. Something is going on here.

THis is a song about notihngg it is a work in progress that will never be finished because honestly i will never feel like it

Something I started working on but don't know where to go with it.

Another unfinished piece.

Just playing around with some of the soft synths in ableton live 8

Same again with a bit more added. I like this one

I was writing one song after another after another. This song is about that. LYRICS: Everybody wants to find out my secrets I can reaffirm its true They say evidently it is elementary Sharing can be good for you Pay no attention to…

The words came first, the music followed. It's about weed.

Smother me in linen dressings. LYRICS: Stitch me a new religion Suture me with indecision Grafting faith in place of reason Hell can't wait Smother me in linen dressings Pronounce me cured with Jesus's blessing Heal this soul for…

I was sitting with a friend of mine. I said, "I can make a song in three minutes" and I had these chords so this was the result. Later on, I rerecorded it as a song, and yet again as the version posted now.

My roommate was a rasta. I'd hear reggae playing in the background almost daily and after a while the subject matter and the grooves really grew on me. This one's for Alejandro. LYRICS: I hope the sun is shining wherever you may be I hope…

Sometimes I hate everyone. LYRICS: Do I remember? I forget Self-delusional sensitive mess Cannot exist without a complaint Cannot resist without a restraint Is it amnesia or ambivalence Cowardice or self-defense I know enough to…

This one's either about dieting or religion.

5/4 time, prophecy and jazz a la Disenfortunado.

I could have redone this song, but I kind of liked the grungy feel of this recording.

I used to be a door-to-door salesman traveling the midwest.

When I was a kid, I was walking home from school with my foster brothers. Some guy in a black Camaro pulled up on the side of the road and said . . .

Second thoughts. We all have them.

This is a re-recording from 2006 of an original instrumental I originally recorded in 1997 for a Christmas tape I gave to family.

Another experiment with Reichenbach, my phase-shited looping ensemble for Reaktor 5. This time I fed it a sample from the [Rekkerd.org](http://rekkerd.org/downloads/) mixed bag selection #2 called `106_sandylines_01.wav`. I let the sample play…

Not recorded for RPM, but for the expected release of this album. Bones was a chinchilla R.T. got for Xmas '07 that died just after new year's. This is for her. She was the sweetest.

Christmas song with SATB, plus piano and solo. For practice only.

My 2 year old son Oslo attempting to sing "Santa Claus is coming to town".

its a creepy kinda song inspired by a dream i had. i was with a squad of soldiers descending into some alien structure. and there was a blue guy with tentacles coming from his head.

by consuelo velazquez