Silence: i hold hatred in my heart from everything i've seen sometimes it slips all the way out bleeding out until i become obscene don't leave me alone too long locked up in my own thoughts don't leave me here all alone hemorrahaging…

Patirce O'Neal on the LR show 2007

A kind of ambient/downtempo sort of tune, made me think of foghorns and lighthouses for some reason.

This cut was made right after operation Shock and Awe started. I wanted to try and capture the feel of being an innocent civilian caught in the middle of it with helicopters flying around...gun-fire swirling around, etc. It's particularly a tribute…

Reg has never been to America but he loves the idea of the freedom of such a huge country with so much variation.....so one day he’s going to get himself a ticket and find out for himself.......mean while he’ll have to do with writing songs about…

someone to kill you and me

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Software sythesizer improvisation.

Recorded at the V.I.P. Pizza & Pub in Superior Wisconsin 7-23-11. Two Original Songs: 1. Mini Van 2. Hey Motorman

Episode #2 of Generational Wars (the podcast) with hosts: John McIntire and Gab Bonesso.

Bob and Reg got together tonight down the cellar and came up with this one dedicated to Desirea......Reg didn’t realise at the time but Desirea had got her hooks into Bob as well during her time down the cellar....but hey, all's well in love and…

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe set to music as read by Mike Vendetti from Freesound.org. Details here: http://chrisvaisvil.com/?p=1506

Cheapen: I don't care anymore Sometimes I remember I don't need any single one of you I just need to borrow a pleasant night or two My life I make so strong My life I made obscene My life is everything they all want to be But my life is still…

I'm walking in my imagination, Looking for a new satisfaction, Cutting my mind into a fraction, So I can separate real from creation, I ride the ten o' clock train, Through tracks in my brain, And, as all of my chains, Go silently down…