Oh, Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs, Try to gnaw, but why would I want to. Why would I want to. Oh, Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips, Trying not to fall, but why would I want to. Why would I want to. Silent pines, know my name Even…

Here we go. This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining... If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough... Lollies, chips, and beer…

a setting of John Ashbery reading his poem "a snowball in hell"

ondes martenot, tamtam, symphonic bass drum

Hi all. I am new to all this. I have been writing lyrics for many years and have done nothing with them, until now. Thanks to Lady Jane , I will be putting these projects to life.All original stuff. Symphony in me is just a bit of fun, unmastered…

This is a painful story. My beautiful friend and once upon a time in the mid 90's to early 2000's music partner and songwriting partner, Ellie, passed away a few years ago. I only learned this yesterday. I had to dig out some of our originals…

This is my first song ever. An original production with the collaboration Mr Joe Funktastic. My soundcloud: http://soundcloud.com/papigalaxy Enjoy

Progressive metal Instrumental recorded with new setup and new guitar.

The original is not yet released but I still wanted to take a stab of an acoustic version.

This is from my CD, "Frank Porter - Who I Am." It is a Cuban Classical piece. Enjoy!