This is a random, ambient, minimal and free music. Created with SonicMood Software for OS X.

I think I dislike this song, but it's been sitting in my bounce folder far too long and something about it still makes me play it from time to time. Maybe you will like it more than I do. the simple lyric is not meant to be interpreted literally…

A three tonal piece of power

A happy go lucky easy listening tune that reflects the good feeling when everything seems to be going alright and you feel content with your life.

[2008] Gas & Dust

[2002] Beats & Vegetables Vol.I

This song is in memory of my son, Micah Eberhard (Jan 27, 1987 - Aug 8, 2007) ------------------------------- Neath the clay, iMago dEi glory keeps while beauty sleeps from the womb a flower blooms brights the day, blesses the clay…

A cover of Iron Angel Forge's song from his 2009 RPM Challenge album, Not Forsaken. He is here at alonetone under the name IronAngel. I haven't told him yet, though, so it's a surprise ;~)

Okay! Took that glubotic beat worked on by mmi and then sandbags...then I played tabla, layered some old jazz samples, and found a horny robot...

kinda pop'y, has a nice bass line.

Read the Stanislaw Lem novel. Memories sometimes have lives of their own. A vast, intelligent ocean.

From Mexico: the theme from "The Legend of Zelda"

The danciest song this side of Dancytown! Please don't sue us, Junior and/or Senior.

(2 of 5 in "Tree Haus" cycle) I wrote this song, originally to be called "Tree House", years and years ago, piece by piece, just by jamming away on my keyboard and wailing. It never acquired lyrics, but then, the only thing I find less important…

*Dark modern electronic guitar rock* You can hear it just below the blowing wind Feel it in the nerves beneath your skin Catch a glimpse as you drift away at night But you can’t decode the meaning inside Distant shrieking sets your teeth…

You really want to get there, but you just can't find it, but the ride is entertaining. I'm rewriting the lyrics. It's not quite oblique enough, or so I'm told.

I was just imagining a morning at the Waits household.

Pretty much the title says it all. It's about memories of my brothers and me. Only one of my brothers remains. My other brother only lives in my memories. This is for my brother Mark who became my sister Sandra. She passed on to a better place…