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

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

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…

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…

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

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…

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…

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.

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

...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.

a voice mail message from the "IRS" and some instrumental tracks I'd been messing around with for awhile.

I am a butterfly but not a monarch I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark On the granite, part of a meal unfinished Swept off the counter and Into the garbage I’m sorry, that was dark I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy I’m partial…

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.

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

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

a pop-structured, simple instrumental

Seventh Heaven baseball cards No slip-n-slides once it gets dark The moneys in the coffee can Out there you’ll find the promised land I know it I rolled the pennies, swept the floor Put folded shirts in dresser drawers Lit the candle…

Instrumental track from yesterday, with lyrics and vocals made today: Modern Fool What modern fool doesn’t understand the game of love? And what about the push and shove you’re guilty of? That dares not speak its crime? What modern…

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…