The preferred track on the album. I allowed myself to get into it near the end.

There's a historical marker near the side of the road on McCrea Hill just down the road. Jane gets a passing credit as the last line of the plaque reads "Sister Jane was martyred." Neat little piece of American history you might want to delve…

A custom QBASIC program wrote this.

Perhaps inspired by a misremembered line of T.S. Eliot? I thought the line was, "I have measured out time in teaspoonfuls." The proper line is "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons." Oh well. I like my bungled line better.

The Chinese believe if you perform a certain choreographed routine while aboard an elevator, the elevator will open a door to 'somewhere else'. [Addendum : It's heavily formatted, but I want to point out I did use Chris Carignan's DjentBot…

For my contribution to the RPM this year i thought i'd tell a little story...... Blank Episode 1 For those of us who think it impossible to stop these full throttle hands. BLANK (STRANGE DAYS) Thetworegs The Blue sky in my dreams…

song#2 for RPMC2016 Expiration date A rough month for rock stars All the good ones are leaving It's about that time Just the songs remain and Public grieving I read the news today oh no When you died they wrote you up Counted your…

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You're always on my mind Gotta take you with me Can't leave you behind Blind to circumstance If I can get a little more Gotta take the chance Flyin' high again It's do or die There's no need to pretend Runnin' from wall to…

Well, this is... just what it is. Plain and simple as usual. May be some of you could enjoy it. Cheers.

This is a song by our guitarist Keith. He doesn't get a chance to jam with us as much since he moved to New York. He and I had a lot of fun working on this simple tune, and it makes me miss times long gone.

Back around the turn of the century a group of miscreants would converge in a basement on Tuesday evenings to imbibe spirits and play music. Here's a recording of a public-domain song from one of those evenings (written by Kansas Joe McCoy &…