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You never know where a song will come from. Literally, someone mentioned to Alyssa that I could play guitar. The song just took over from there. ALYSSA Someone mentioned to Alyssa That I could play guitar And now I'm trying to be What…

I'm betting we all wrote a pandemic song or two this year. As of the time I uploaded this song, I haven't seen my parents in eleven months, and I haven't seen my sisters in thirteen. ON THE MOON So, the word came down from the group home…

Lyrics for the bridge Logically there's room for all questions Though the answers aren't all known, Objectivities the myth of plenty, Who doubt His truth within their soul. Written by Leanor Ortega-Till and used with permission.

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The Story of hydroxychloroquine is a strange and twisted tale pitting power against knowledge. Let's not repeat it.

My mind was going to some weird places

written about 10 days ago for one of the fearless challenges

The Quarantine Kiss Ever since all this shit began Ive been socially distant As safe as I can Aloof and alone But I’m not lonely When I stay at home I’ve got you to hold me But there’s something missing Are we being too careful…

Drums, upright bass, and electric piano in 7/8.

I think this is the third time I've uploaded a version of this song to this account. I also think I've been unhappy with the mix of all three. Oh well. I might remix this. I say that a lot when I post new recordings, but it might actually…

The Serpent Is Rising with No Advertising The serpent is rising with no advertising So long Come on Beneath her veranda, the odor of panda So strong She houses her flower inside her pink tower A moist aberration or a new…

Mike (Dragonsong) asked me to sing this poem, from a well loved C17th Somerset folk song, over his music - was a lovely pleasure.

This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.

My little Beaver Creek guitar was lonely, so I picked her up and this was the song we made.