The *cough* future *cough* mayor of Chicago holding court with his corporate backers.

This song is a meditation on the concept of freedom.

Again, Jess' lyrics speak for themselves. Man, distorted guitar is tough to mix around.

Jess wrote the lyrics for this one, and unlike when I write lyrics, they speak for themselves.

This song is about George Washington, and how politicians in the *cough* future world this album inhabits *cough* could perhaps use a bit of his character.

Inspired by the David Brooks book "Bobos in Paradise" and an article I read on the so-called "Prosperity Gospel", which is one of the weirder religious movements I've heard of.

Opening track, sets the scene.

Finally a good cut of this one. Named after Daniel Burnham of Chicago's Burnham Plan, this song is about the downfall of western capitalism. I'm completely unprepared for it myself -- I have no idea what I'll wear.

Part 2 - Courtroom and Sentencing. Courtroom. In which Angela cross examines the accused and his accomplice. Sentencing. In which Judgement is passed. Call the first witness Make you take the stand Raise up your right hand…

Part 3 - Appeal and Backstory (reprise) Appeal. In which Johnny puts his side of the story. Backstory (reprise) In which Julia re-appears and more evidence is revealed. Yours is The body in the bath That keeps me overflowing…

Written for the "My First Sing-A-Long Dictionary" RPM 2010 project. See myfirstdictionary.blogspot.com/ Daddy's away Posted abroad Sending home pay All he can afford Mummy pretends But I notice that something has changed The letters…

A nasty little story wrapped in a very short country song. When I took your tiny hand it struck me cold And I though cool hands warm hands warm heart is what I've been But I know that wasn't When It came to one like you So I signed that…

Standing, waiting, shivering, waiting, hoping, waiting, crying - all the while being cruelly mocked by the passage of time, and my analogue watch. It was not a very nice night. Peter Fedofsky plays the piano on this song. If you could…

Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…

A silly song questioning the value of using songs to get a message across. Just say 'sorry' - don't write me an opera about it. Incidentally the note choices in this song really did hurt me. New lies Written like you cared for me A…

At the 23rd hour we consider whether we've made the right decisions. Written and recorded less the 48 hours before the end of the RPM challenge deadline. I wonder why. Is this our 23rd hour Sixty minutes to go Are we counting the seconds…

Low-frills bass and piano piece. Not my usual fare (whatever that is), but still fun to create.

Bit of a waltz. Everything I know about dancing I learned from watching. This is my piano debut. Bethan deserves some of the blame for this one somehow. Thanks.

I'm really not this bleak... I was just looking for an excuse to use that VU/JAMC/The National drumbeat!

Just a short reprise of the first song on this years RPM album. Something to tie it all off so it doesn't keep bleeding.

Written, more or less, after sitting in a car for four hours, after attending Laurie's Last.

A Song About an old Saying...... Sh*t Happens...... Lyrics T.Mokbul 2010 -In A Day- Half a Glass of Gasoline Mixed with Some Kerosene Stirred in with Coffee Laced with amphetamine All That it Takes in A Day To get by…

Featuring: Maddy Bunker, lyrics, guitar ideas Randy Leclair, lyrics, guitar, vocals, mandolin, bass Angela Nadeau, lyrics David Susman, lyrics, piano, commentary Amber Tatnall, lyrics, ukulele

There are several theories concerning the extinction of Neanderthal humans 30,000 years ago. I am struck by the replacement of skilled hunters by aggressive agriculturists -- we're pretty much Cain, aren't we?

Lyrics by Brian Damage of Domestic Science.

This is a haiku -- there is no deeper meaning. We're only counting.

Anyone read Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr - my daughter lent it to me - teenage Faery novel about addiction - pretty creepy at times. This is the one act musical version. I wanted a 'deranged in our neighbourhood' kind of feel to it.

An old Blues - you coming or staying?

Full name is "The Morphing Architecture Of The New England Vatican". This is another RPM 2010 track. I have weird dreams where your average New England city is juxtaposed with some holy Old World locale. The music and lyrics arose from that…

The most challenging track to record during the RPM Challenge this year. I like how a lot of it turned out, but there were so many clashing pieces, that I was pulling my hair out trying to assemble it.

a few weeks later...solo piano

Sprachgeist is a German term meaning the "spirit of language". This one ties into the theme from 2009's RPM Challenge Album. (Like A Dark Mirror Keeping Its Secrets).

This was one of the unnamed tracks that I recorded, forgot about, and rediscovered later in the month. It's basically about working the night shift on an office job. (You see really weird things at night when an office building is empty and quiet…