Because y'all like weird crap. Thanks, Tom, for the idea of writing from the perspective of a dead person watching their body decompose. Kat: lyrics, keys, vocals Once I was composed eyes of stars, lips like a rose but what am I worth…

I wrote this song after returning to my hometown. This is a one-take-one-mic recording in a more stripped down style that I made for fun, because I quite like this song and wanted to record this version.

This is a song I wrote on returning to the place I used to live. I tried to record it in the 'dream pop' style as suggested for the optional theme on this month's REM Challenge.

Burnt Knob a hill in a park where I pretty much grew up. It's the highest point in the county, and there's a nice scenic overlook where you can take in the vista of the lovely city (such as it is) and the surrounding suburbs. As a child, my best…

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Even If the World Hates You Verse 1: Dark clouds above my head as I passed through the storm, Fed with their lies and hatred, blinded by this wicked world. Lost in a tunnel of tears with no light in sight, I had to call on Your name…

The beginning soundbite was my attempt to record a seething pile of maggots nom-nom-noming on a critter of indeterminate identity off the side of the road. Cleaned it up, slowed it down. It's not that effective, I know, but you get the picture…