Crack Spit- Produced by Bradley Logan Lyrics by Bradley Logan Lyrics by Mike Guetto Lyrics by Ryan Dawes recorded Feb.2010 at Belowzero Studios copyright 2010

Baller Rap Is Dead- Produced by Adam West Co-Produced by Bradley Logan Lyrics by Bradley Logan recorded Feb.2010 at Belowzero Studios copyright 2010

Dead Man Walking- Produced by Adam West Lyrics by Bradley Logan Lyrics by Corey Larson GrewSum appears Courtesy of prone records recorded Feb.2010 at Belowzero Studios copyright 2010

Underground Music - Produced by Adam West Co-Produced by Bradley Logan Lyrics by Bradley Logan recorded Feb.2010 at Belowzero Studios copyright 2010

Kill Yourself To This Song- Produced by Adam West Lyrics by Bradley Logan recorded Feb.2010 at Belowzero Studios copyright 2010

hold a census/ and a samba no one cares/ about uganda do you wanna/ marijuana its the cola/ of the nation

all is mad/all is mind/all just is

rant ,soliloquy, rant amb rock

take me home to the planet earth/ ladyslippers wet with dew/ love sinking into roots..

shoop shoop

zoozaza its all a brujaja ha hahahahahaha/ the bands width is not a cummerbund/ words to squeeze out the imperfect/ bright lites fandango oh so fun/ where is the allah/ messiah/ the jah? as a species/ we fall to peaces/ our pretense, provoked…

it art its love of course/ the source of a divorce/ if your droolin/its the new sexy/

My wife woke up one morning and said "I had a dream about (someone we'd just lost) the other night." When I asked her if she was okay, she replied, "Yeah, it was good to see her again."

the highway is so close now, /the night sounds like a projector/ even the racoons fled / so close to my heart/ it plays tricks on my sight/ industrial slugs over rotting logs/ pour condominiums/like maple syrup/ pleasing corporate hounds/ who…

do not follow instructions/its just other people making signs/ an asphault schooner sky/ a plaster walrus eye/ why are people pointing guns at each other/ isnt that crazy/ they mad or sumptin? I just dont get it/ why dont we have/ a global bucket…

well its a dirty pile o snow meltin into the ground/ just a dirty pile o snow meltin inna tha ground/ and theres a rusty pole sticking outta the dirt/ rusty pole stickin outta tha dirt/ and the mighty snowplow pushin it around/ yeah the mighty…

c.mon bitches/ step it up now/ feel the burn/ i aint talking bout no hemerroids ma'am/

got a new threat, new threat baby/ i gotta new threat/ to your existence/pushing daisies/pumpin pistons/in the engine of your destruction/ a generator supports your load/a load of crap/ your new abode/ i gotta new threat, im on your cell phone…

Some girls have had it far too rough for their very few years. How old were you when you'd seen enough How old were you when your hide got tough Your wounds have scarred Sometimes they still sting Close your eyes and hear her sing

This is a feeble attempt to play some classical Spanish guitar. It took two takes, to make one guitar part, haha. I am no Tommy Emmanuel, and that will be obvious when you listen to this one.