This is the 20th and final song for the 2021 RPM Challenge. Nothing left to do now but to sort the songs into the album that gets submitted and the leftovers album that doesn't. This one's on the bubble. I expect it to go into the leftovers…

The Chart Burner for the album

Song Number 2

stripped down, moody

Mr Waits, Calling Mr Waits

If you can't find your own lyrics, blatantly steal somebody elses for inspiration

A bouncy little tune about trying to get somewhere . Aided on lead guitar by my talented buddy Rich Clark.

They are not what they seem

Kicked in the Face with a distortion pedal.

Instrumental, Guitar Rock

It’s the scrape, in your face, every morning, all it’s glory fades You’ll go numb, weak the knees, targets training, always hold this pace Take it all away Pull it all away Peel back all your skin Show your scars Take it all away…

Might as well sew your shadow to me, ghost of myself and drenched in caffeine Mirror becomes a distant warning I’m entering the uncanny valley You can’t pass this thread through my eye Patience failing, no compromise A reeling confrontation…

As the quiet burns on the midnight oil And my footsteps making cracks in the floor For the monsters lurking under my bead For the tinnitus ringing in my head It’s the pill in hands that I hold To Kill the tremors and bury the cold Carry…

Rain on my roof, constant tapping, sounds like there’s invaders outside always marching, always shouting, pouring down hour glass counting Half dissected, introverted, I don’t mean to pry Past protracted, so exhausted, I don’t even try…

i take one, one, one 'cause you left me

You’ve got a lot to say and sleeves to sew We don’t see eye to eye don’t you know It’s not a coin but two lone planets circling our own suns Where is the salve to soothe our aching hearts Suffice to say we’re better apart The tattered flag…

two, two, two for my family...

Lost half of my castle, we dug the moat, we built the walls But the waves don’t care, they’re busy shushing us senseless It’s a wonder, forever building here in the sand How the universe don’t care The pen to the page, part and parcel…

three, three, three for my heartache...