This was written at a time when things weren't going so well for me. This will be my last upload until after the RPM Challenge. The jeans are worn but they're clean. The shirt is frayed at the elbows. The shoes are dull, lost their sheen…

Music and lyrics by me. Hope you enjoy. :) --- In time I'll fall apart, And you can watch it all with dried up eyes. Our life revolves around a worsening reflection of how helpless we are. Lights out. I don't want to talk about…

Oh mama, there’s a battle in my head A raging fight About good and evil day and night and wrong and right Do I follow my instinct Without reason Is the truth just a word For an act of treason Am I whistling in darkness Or blinded by the light…

Track 6

~ Memories long in music sleeping, No more sleeping, No more dumb: Delicate phantoms softly creeping Softly back from the old-world come. Faintest odours around them straying, Suddenly straying In chambers dim; Whispering silks in order…

A short improv whilst dreaming of snow

A song about unemployment that I did a bad job of recording, then i had another go and it didn't come out how i wanted so i said OH FORGET IT and so here is the rough version.

Sesame Street characters wearing blue/red bandanas, sagging pants, flashing fictitious gang signs and driving Muppet low-riders. Yeah.

The man in black fled across the desert... and the gunslinger followed.

Most young people will know what this means. If you don't, you're already online so look it up.

Earl sagged in the saddle. As his faithful horse plodded along, he left a trail of blood behind, darkening the parched desert sand. The empty revolvers in Earl's holsters had dispatched a band of cattle thieves. As the last bit of life drained…

About 30 small faces are upturned to a screen where a film is playing. On the screen, children exit a bus just as they had done a short time before.

In the dank darkness, you can just barely make out the shapes of spiders. They can't be spiders, though: They're too big!

Flying jaggedly through the air, Abigail barely clings to her broom. the black cat behind her has dug his claws deep into the business end of her broom. Dark and kvlt she may be, but this witch has had a few too many cocktails.

These massive, scaly beasts try their best to tread lightly: a nearly impossible task.

Deep in the Louisiana bayou, a voodoo priestess swats at small flying shapes. Their normally bright rainbow colors deadened into shades of grey.

A song about what it's like for me to live in your world.