song about all thoes special people we are close to but never seem to go see until its too late.

Dark, but the end builds into something not quite as dark. Mellow.

Just a fragment of a track I roughed last week, new drums (though more work is needed there).

Another rough idea that might get further development - keyboard drums, two guitars and GO!

Oh, it was a poem, then I put music to it, so now it is a poem with music, and has songy qualities. Clear? G:)

5 mins and no more to have this idea down (you can tell!) Cool Hand is a leg end. G:)

begging for god

Time heals all wounds and holds the secret to what will be.

Two guys from Redwood city cerca 1983

About February everyone in Central New York State feels this way.