Hey gang! It’s us again, The Proods…though there are rumblings in the band that we may be changing our name. Here’s another track by Brian…channeling his inner Ozzy once again. It was fun working on this, though I prefer the OTHER 1960’s style…

Contains beets.

I think this one was almost there; probably not worth posting. There are some structual changes to be made for sure. But whatever, I think I can make do as a demo and still use it as a ref track for the real thing. Verse One I’m burning out…

Tell 'em that we went out with a bang Please tell 'em that we went out with a bang Smiled and waved at everyone we met Shook hands with the utmost respect Came up with a cure for loneliness Ended all the west coast homelessness Sent another…

Back to Basics .. Drum , Bass, Guitar add some Soft Synth backing .. Recorded, Mixed in Logic Pro .. Enjoy !!

by the Black-Eyed Snakes

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’ll hit the road Tonight I suppose My eyes do a roll When you make your joke (why are you gonna hit the road? Are you mad at it?) I wanted to Be of some use Words in my mouth Cut my tongue out It’s not so bad This foreign land…

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…

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…

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

After all is said and done, what do I have to show for it? Always projects to be done, will I ever get rid of them? Empty buckets in the hall to catch the rain when it comes in Vintage sofa torn to shreds, the cat's been having fun again…

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

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…

Ableton Live Light improvisation, with guitar, bass and sax

by XTC

LYRICS: What am I but dust to dust The same is true for all of us I'm not upset I will return to dust in the end I am not about to bet my soul won't live again You had your chance to join the highest law You were an angel, but you gave…

I am fed my daily bread and I get you my daily two it’s been said you have to lose So I put my foot in the other shoe It’s harder than it looks to be prolific It takes about half a book of songs I’ve written To make my brain split…

Im phoning this one in Ive flown in tougher winds But im tired and I have to flip Over my whole house to be sit Upon by a gracious friend Who will stay here to sit my pet Who, when house and pet have been sat Will collect a tidy sum at…

A story song by Nick Lowe, which refers to today's date and mentions my favoritre breed of dog, the dachshund. What's not to love.

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…

This is hot trash

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.

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…