you tell me what you want you tell what you need i cant give you nothing honey but this pretty little seed where has the sun gone and is it gone forever will it come back someday should we just give it some time i ask you what…

i am thinking about words tonight they can be hard as nails they-can be as shapeless as water they can break your heart they can hang like a chain hold you up for years cause you to think twice take away your fears you are falling in love…

dedicated to the late great John Martyn

I was just imagining a morning at the Waits household.

A fantastical farcical Irish story-song. Broadway Irish.

from the RPM 2009 album, "Spilt Hony" This was an experiment to write a song using one sentence. I ended up with 3 small ones.

This fulfills a stupid promise I made years ago to write a song that was part Dave Frishberg, part Richard Thompson.

A totally sheltered and unable to cope middle-class white kid screws up really badly and is on the run. I don't think he'll make it. Do you?

It's based on a drawing a little girl drew (see also album cover).

I read Carla Zilbersmith's blog, carlamuses.blogspot.com, which inspired the song. She's rather inspiring herself.

You really want to get there, but you just can't find it, but the ride is entertaining. I'm rewriting the lyrics. It's not quite oblique enough, or so I'm told.

Derivative folky song (don't tell Paul I said that). He writes a lot about the inadequacy of words. But, if he thinks words are so damned inadequate, why does he keep writing them?

plundering beat with punctuated inserts

I literally pulled this out of my ass in a few minutes. The lyrics just poured out of me once i decided to sing about myself. Very autobiographical, also inspired by polka music. i love polka music!

this was one of the hardest to do, the 2nd half was great, but i hated the first half and was stressing with getting it to gel. so i scrapped it completely and started over. i think it was a wise decision.