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

If I'm out of words to brighten up your day All that's left of us is rust and decay Remember these moments more than just alive Think of these times when we thrived If the sun ceases to shine forever runs out of time If we're all out…

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…

It's easier to abandon hope It's easier to walk away It's easier to win this fight By turning around and running away If we try this time We just might find a way To make it happen We just might find We have the words to say You were…

You gotta work long hours, Grind that stone Work your fingers to the bone Gotta make that money while you can Before retirement and old age sets in Do what you can for the company and The boss 'll take care of you Forget about vacation…

(COVID Salute) You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, you can roll them in a ball You can stack 'em up like waffles 'till they're forty feet tall You can wipe on your sleeve, you can flick 'em at your friends You could blow them in a tissue…

electric upright bass fingered and bowed

I wrote and recorded this song for RPM 2022. In the push to take us back to normal, we're being told to accept living with covid as an inevitability.

I wrote and recorded this song for RPM 2022. It's a bit of a mess how we've been unable to beat this virus.

I wrote and recorded this song for RPM 2022. It's about the push to go "back to normal" after covid and what that really means.

Because I needed two tracks for a playlist, here is one second of me clacking the kitchen tongs