Contains beets.

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…

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…

by the Black-Eyed Snakes

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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

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…

by XTC

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…

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…

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…

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…

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.

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…

Ableton Live Light improvisation, with guitar, bass and sax

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

a pop-structured, simple instrumental

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…

Cover by Pet Shop Boys. For the bestest friend, housemate, ally, travel companion, musical partner and co-conspirator, a gal could ever have. Tom + Kat = BFF <3 Kat: vox, keys Tom: guitar, bass

Finally got a dyi Arduino based midi-to-cv convertor working sending voltages to generate pitches from my modular oscillators and such. I'm trigging with a lap steel through a legacy Sonuus pitch to midi box. I was really into Robert Fripp's&hellip;

This is hot trash

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&hellip;

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&hellip;

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&hellip;

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.