Because y'all like weird crap. Thanks, Tom, for the idea of writing from the perspective of a dead person watching their body decompose. Kat: lyrics, keys, vocals Once I was composed eyes of stars, lips like a rose but what am I worth…

I wrote this song after returning to my hometown. This is a one-take-one-mic recording in a more stripped down style that I made for fun, because I quite like this song and wanted to record this version.

This is a song I wrote on returning to the place I used to live. I tried to record it in the 'dream pop' style as suggested for the optional theme on this month's REM Challenge.

[Verse] I don't think I'm here I think I'm somewhere else Between the shelves Between the beers A thousand cheers A thousand years [Chorus] You say that I am everything to you And I know you mean it But is it true? I'm afraid that…

Hoersing around with custom kits on the TD-07 and a Casio SA-11.

Burnt Knob a hill in a park where I pretty much grew up. It's the highest point in the county, and there's a nice scenic overlook where you can take in the vista of the lovely city (such as it is) and the surrounding suburbs. As a child, my best…

Bass, guitar, drums, Microfreak.

Reg has finally sunk down to where he belongs, he feels at home here ......a bit of an experiment with a pawnshop fuzz on the vocal..gives Reg a touch of Tom in the gutter I languish in gutter I’ve said my goodbyes There Ain’t…

Father of the Poor Verse 1: Father of the poor, here we stand before Your throne with our hearts—they’re all we have. Receive them, Lord; accept our praise, and pour out Your Spirit upon us all. Ancient of Days, we have searched the whole…