If we take a moment Ignore what divides us two Just take a moment What would we see Would I see a brother Might I be your friend Might there be more that binds us hand in hand Between you and me are the same old songs Between you and me…

This is how these things start My sad excuse for a work of art Put in the effort, set the pace Hardly anyone listens anyways Years of this takes its toll Only few ever know All this work done in haste A whole month gone to waste

A little dark...... I stand at the junction between life & death As the count begins to rise The darkened moon weeps but is blind to the grief Of the ones left behind We weep but we can not hide Daytime nighttime the hunt for…

Oh I had a first love, so did you

We're so quick to judge others. We really shouldn't. This one follows the tone of It Mattered To No One Else. I actually had a lot more song ideas like these two that I thought would end up being the whole record. But it didn't happen that…

Here is my latest Minnesota Homebrew Radio Challenge entry: Let's write scary or creepy songs for our October 29 show--songs that'll make our listeners' skin crawl! Submit by October 28 to: minnesotahomebrew@gmail.com _________________________________…

Gone north to the homestead for a while. " That old air liner bit that landing site like an orphan headed home"

Another in an endless string of recordings that would have been saved by a competent singer. Maybe. I like the individual pieces of this song, but I don't think I like the song as a whole. Okay... maybe I don't like the chorus at all. I don…

This ones for a collaboration on Songcrafters with Kari from Finland. I heard his composition and an idea jumped into my head. So here it is. Thanks for listening Callous smiles and whispers wake the drunk from his dream Eyes unfocused to a…

This Track was recorded a couple of years ago, and I started thinking about it because of the recent Track "dreaming" that I uploaded. My friend Lavasir Nordrum (http://www.lavasir.no/portfolio/into-the-mendicant) somehow managed to get us…

The closing number, the thoughtful number. It says more than goodbye.

With words by Brent Kinder, and piano by Igor.

10 Year Anniversary: Remastered This track for me defines the name Movement To Contact as well as how I like to write music. The silent build of a wave and then the peaceful slide onto the shore once it has passed.

Yah its going to be Fat Tuesday, king cake, Green Purple and Gold and all Carnival. see you all dancing on Canal Street

Still struggling with software. a curse perhaps.

Arctostyle Techno