Allelujiah-This was supposed to be a completely different song, but this one just wrote itself instead. It’s almost all first take, except for the bass, which took a while to get straight so that it wouldn’t overwhelm the song. It has this tone…

Summer Grass- I didn’t originally intend for this to be the title track, but since most, though not all, of the songs on this album sound like summer to me, I decided, why not? The guitar even sounds humid and warm, but in that nice July way…

Derivative- This one was not supposed to be on the album, but I changed my mind and worked on it. The reason for the intended omission was because the riff, which I have been playing with for a few months, just sounded so derivative of Dear Prudence…

Sweet Tomorrow- Well, after the previous downer of a lyrical journey, how about a song of hope? Except, after a big downer, you may bit a bit leery, a bit closed off and nervous about taking a chance. So this song is a conversation between two…

Don’t Talk Much- Perhaps it’s time you got over your big, bad self and moved on.

Hold On- Ok, this one is really hard. Not in a rock sense, but other ways. Musically, this song really dances on the line of schmaltz, and a few times, trips over it. I had a hard time singing some of the lines, since I don’t have a pretty voice…

She Didn’t Know- So, someone I know got totally screwed over. The worst part was that her friends knew but didn’t tell her what was happening. I am not sure she will love the fact I wrote a song about it, but that is the least of her worries right…

Well, Well, Well- There is still unadulterated, unabashed love in the world. Yes, the song is masculine sounding, no shock there, since I am a guy. However, despite a friend’s comments to the contrary, I didn’t intend this song to be about getting…

Keep Shining Through- Last minute lyrics…kind of a cop-out, since it’s a song about song-writing. I didn’t have any better ideas and after losing so much time from the outage I had to just bust out what I could. It was pretty much written on the…

this song is a take on classicism and neo fascism, and not sounding like everyone else.

can you justify reality?

that mood is so scary/comes forth quickly/ like im a spooked animal/ I know you have been domesticated/ through centuries/ so what possession/ telltale twitch jettisoned... There lurks something about/ spillings of toxic oil/ crytalline liquid…

lyrics by juniper arrangemnt by juniper, vocals by hot wheels.

cute and casio

a spicy latte instrumental. a little chai. a butch looking cheeseburger. now in stereo

so,so vision and quests/choices made/ artillery set/accessories found off a dead mans chest/ nature in pixels/ sight without smells and fingertips felt/ only plastic and components/ binary binds you/binary it blinds you/ the world it waits/ outside…

your 4x4 is my four post bed/ the ruffles and patterns really effed up yer head/in a world of strip malls and choreographed tv brawls/ we grow like a wayward chia/ im so happy to see ya/ the texting is no touching/ and heavy petting means no munching…

i dont know why this song is so racist. At least it doesn't have lyrics. The guitar will break your neck if the synth babble doesn t tear you head off first

a simple song about a man, a raft, a bottle, and a monkey. Blow me a jungle. guitars shift seamlessy backwards and forwards ina barely accoustic nod while a hapless sailor drifts in and out of consciousness, the water skipping over his toes and…

a protest song, out of time and space warp. a harmonica predomintates skillfully, while a deep slide guitar bass whizzles around, Her silky voice made distant in a reverb chamber while scant samples patter.