A rock instrumental.

This started as an instrumental piece until my goog friend Nick Coward wrote some lyrics andrecorded them remotely. He sent me a CD of his vocal tracks which I synched and here we have it.

A song about the old-time Avalon Hill wargame: http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/4168/blitzkrieg Lyrics: I was born to lead a Blitzkrieg Cardboard armies everywhere The land is covered with a grid of hexagons That will henceforth be called…

Format Sea - Part Two Based on the age-old concept that a person is born anew every seven years. It's technically meant in terms of physiology - you develop all new bones/muscle/fat in a seven year period. I kind of add a spiritual/alien abduction…

The monitors of the omniverse are bored out of their mind, and wish something would happen to break the monotony. There are some things that transcend the laws of physics - Murphy's Law is one of those things. ---- May be a little soft for…

Even the cosmos needs system maintenance. When its IT department decides to delete something, sometimes that something doesn't want to go without a fight. Even computer viruses will do what they can to avoid the reaping hand of a virus checker…

The cosmic equivalent of standing on a ledge and jumping off, except, like Mr. Hawking established, black holes sometimes regurgitate their meals - the original matter is usually corrupted in the process. --- From the RPM 2009 album: "Like A…

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

Recorded for the 2009 RPM Challenge.

It's not much of a life trapped inside a cocoon of your own making. Finale from "Dead In The Water" album. A longer track, but it's worth the time to fully digest.

Complete crap. I had ten minutes to quickly record a track to meet the album in a day challenge. =)

Jane Doe recollects the night before, as fractured thoughts loop on the damaged neurological hardware.

I’ve settled the score; it’s settled Stay there on the floor my mettle’s shown to you Get him alone - you might make something Get him alone - you might make something true to you to you to you There is no more turning back There…