THE LIGHTHOUSE You hide an ancient soul Behind your tired eyes You keep a heart of gold Buried deep inside At least you tried Always in control Of what the world might see Has taken quite a toll You’re afraid that you might be Lost…

The title track to this year's RPM album. The lines actually forced themselves into being and then straightaway demanded that no other lines should be written. When the songs speak that loudly, I do what I'm told. OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR…

Well, I had to swear SOMEWHERE in the album. GIRLS LIKE YOU You’re young and pretty Shy and smart and witty With a face that could’ve Launched a thousand ships Tall, dark, and stupid He must’ve paid off cupid To get his ugly face…

Our contribution to the 2014 RPM Challenge.

One of the first songs I made last year.Melancholy seems somehow (for me) the right title for it.

This is for my darling Tina, the most loving, caring, and beautiful woman I could've found.

Part one of a little love story.

Filler. Ideas stolen from Futurama and the amazing Answer Me This podcast. Nothing to see here, move along please.

This is an external expression of whats in my head.

Harmonious mayhem. Embrace it.

You're weird.

Hope. Think. Relax. Boogie.

Hope for everyone that's lost a loved one, hope for the future.

A fictional account of a game of scrabble.

Ok this is my parody for Genuine"s Pony. Its a comedy song about a bastard son. Pure fictional and has nothing to do with my real life. Just having fun! Enjoy

Austerity

Completed on Super Bowl Sunday, and the title is an extremely dorky joke about that. I've discovered electric razors are a fun way to produce industrial effects.

A short ambient piece featuring the harmonica.