Haven't felt like this in a while...it's good to be back.

And now it is time to sleep...

Whatever "it" is. Recorded for the 2020 RPM Challenge I Got It Well I woke up this mornin Water all around If I hadn’t raised my head good god I woulda drowned Now I got it I got it Yeah I got it and I just can’t give it away…

an original song from 2004, recently revised.

You peer out from the diner and see nothing. The further out you gaze, the more dilated the light becomes, leading to an infinite band of seamless white nothing.

What kind of twisted infinity loop have you managed to get yourself stuck in? Time seems to weave in and out like some kind of Gordian knot.

The CB Radio in the corner echoes with an idle static, but something sounds peculiar - it's no noise you've ever heard before. There's something intelligent about it, like it's peering out of the speaker and looking right at you.

I'm not a trick of the shadows. You're the trick of light.

Well, it tasted like Creamsicle. Perhaps the giant radioactive insignia on the outside of the flask was meant to be a warning or something. After your sixth beer, you tend to ignore stuff like that.

You're hitchhiking, with no recollection of how you came to be here. A route with an irregular number has never been a positive sign.

Yeah - don't even think Houdini could get himself out of this mess. Ever tried picking the quantum lock on a wormhole?

Are you hallucinating again?

The waking dream ends before it began. Trailing off to quantum uncertainty.

On an elevator, we exist in a perpetual uncertain state between different floors.

They try and find a way to reach you, but it's like concrete.

Or is this some sort of dream? "Sleep come soon, and white away the room." Perhaps this is a dream you shouldn't be having. Some doors are best left unopened.

Source: Guitar

Source: Guitar

Although they would probably not admit it, writing credits to Carl Barnhardt and Kevin Martin. Recorded for the 2020 RPM Challenge The Vaseline Queen of Abilene There’s a little town out west of Sabine Where the wind spins the turbine…