Lyrics O mundo está tão silencioso Em um simples passo, em um toque, Não há vida aqui conosco. A luz e o som implodem, a alegria morre. Meus braços já não têm mais um corpo, Nenhum corpo sente meu toque. Tudo sem cor, preto fosco, Minha…

First posting in along while; just been going through a bit of a dry spell. This is a recording from last weekend, the first instance this year that the ensemble I play in, Lorde Awesome, has held a dog park gathering - something we started during…

For all of those we love, future, present, and past. Live with the dead (x4) Before they are gone And there is times that I reach out for you turn away and you you’re gone… Life is fleeting and deceiving hold out your hand and…

An improvised jam on my modular synth! 🦋 I did minimal editing on this, just added some reverb + delay and cut out some of the beginning

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

interpolates music from Gary Portnoy