What did we give away for the things we have? I don’t see any place I haven’t been before But the faces I hold in my mind when I’m drifting off to sleep Are as free as anything could be When all the dollar stores have vanished in the flood…

The manta ray hangs off of the keychain that you bought at the aquarium I asked if that was the thing that killed Steve Erwin - I was wrong and you sure let me know My buddy Andrew bought a cd in Connecticut by the Teeth called "Carry the…

Unmixed, in modified New Standard Tuning (Robert Fripp's method): C-G-D-G-C-E (NST is C-G-D-A-E-B), so A minor'ish? Will try to add words, melody and vocal tomorrow.

This song is from Don McLean's first album. I grew up listening to and loving this song, and had long since forgotten about it until it popped into my head this morning.

The rose of sharon is blooming again Summer's slowly approaching its end No kids are playing, no slip n' slides Hotter than hell but I don't know why Cut the grass, shouldn't be that hard Empty bottle lying in the yard Is it trash or is…

A tribute to the serenity and profound beauty of winter, the gentle hush of snowfall blanketing the earth, and the timeless magic that dwells within winter's icy embrace.

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

This song was created specifically as musical accompaniment for a hoofer (tap dancer), or in Boston speak, a "hoofa"

Guitar improvisation based on the aria "Contessa Perdono" from Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro.

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

You put the pedal to the metal So we could drown the noises out Running from the city Escaping from the crowds To a little piece of nowhere To pick the pieces up So we can put 'em back together So we can prove we are enough Flip the…

She can’t skate but she’s got a skateboard - go figure Down goes the Berlin Wall up goes the middle finger And she can read minds she can stand in long lines she’s no beginner And she can see time go a-passing her by it’s so linear She…