You can roll the dice You can read the gospel Or just balance on the knife Kicking rocks like cigarettes You both used to like Now it’s all just plastic I could use some advice And you could use me Anytime you like Dead man’s paradise…

Help me out I wait for you no one else will do

I’m a shadow in the evening light Fading slow into the night Will my name echo through the breeze Or vanish like whispers in the trees Will you still remember me when I fade When the colors of my face begin to shade Am I a story that time…

On my way home By that lonesome graveyard A ghost jumps up and says Come here won't you be my man Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a ride Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a home Said boy come here And take me to your…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

EMPTINESS It seems to be very difficult for people to be critical of the culture in which they are enmeshed within. There are all sorts of mechanisms that dominant cultures use to further socialize and entrench us: patriotism /// nationalism…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

A new TKP rough draft track... Lyrics and keys to come! / Added second guitar to beginning and worked on lead 7/7

I'm grateful for balance. Yarrow showed up today in a field and I was reminded of the balance I have to continue to strive for.

Worries Never Win Verse 1: Worries have never solved The things that ache my heart. Pacing the midnight floors, Only pulled me apart. Tried to fix it all alone— But I was sinking fast. Then I heard a still, small voice: “Child, this…

Last of the five-day experiment in intervals. Again, my friend Ebow was acting persnickety, as is its wont (I'm sure I have nothing to do with it), and the result includes some abrasive string rattling. I like the melody of the original recording…

V1: Oh, how did we get here Seems familiar but it’s unclear Did no one take the reigns before we lost control I’d rather say something If it’s better than nothing Wouldn’t you think twice if it saves your soul Chorus: Darlin…

saturdays are for techno

I was reminded again yesterday of a responsibility to the language, to the culture, to ourselves.

Reg has been reading the papers today and it seems like utter chaos out there since the circus came to town ...... and the world will never be the same again..... Nothing will ever be the same again The circus came to town today…