Lyrics: What’s the deal with egg nog, Why can’t I find it all year long? If I can get milk and I can get eggs, And I can find myself a steady supply of nutmeg, Why can’t I find my favorite beverage Except from around Thanksgiving until…

Lyrics: Merry Christmas. Here is my gift for you...

Lyrics: Eat your Thanksgiving turkey then Black Friday comes, Let the corporate oppressors rejoice. Time to ring up astronomical sums… Trim up your tree, deck out your halls… Bring all of your credit cards down to the malls… You need…

Lyrics: If only you’d come home for Christmas I wouldn’t have to be alone this Christmas With someone to call my own At Christmas time this year. You know it seems like every Christmas season That you are either gone or you are leaving…

Lyrics: By now the Christmas spirit’s soaring. Give me presents or I’ll throw a fit. The baby Jesus story’s boring. Let’s put the X into it… Let’s put the X into X-Mas. After all, it’s all about the gifts. I want a gold plated Lexus…

Lyrics: Well I gave at the office And I gave at the store. I gave to lost children Then I gave some more. But the joy of the season has turned into hell. If I gave you a thousand dollars Would you stop ringing that bell? I gave to…

boy meets girl...boy mistreats girl...girl leaves boy...boy writes song about it...gets new girl!

Just a sketch dedicated to cheap, shi**y coyote lighters. It's winter and I'm freezing my hands off trying to light a cigarette. Cheers.. The drum loop is crap, need to replace it with something better (as I said - just a sketch).

Ukulele cover of the classic Christmas parody, Do You Smell What I Smell. Never had one lesson!

Funktioniert auch als loop :P

So... Reichenbach is now called **Reichatron**. I felt that the new sonic mangling possibilities of the ensemble were reminiscent of a Japanese monster movie than a composer of beautifully intricate harmonies. Here I am playing with a flute…

This song is the intro part of my epic: the sixteen numbered tracks are all part of one song and flow into one another without any pause.

He takes his first steps upon the stage.

My mother is not a nice lady. I haven't spoken to her since the day I turned 18.

I used to think I might be schizo.

Told my crazy family sayonara.

We all wank or we're liars.

I hated my friend's ex-girlfriend. Screw you, Keitha Lynn Barney.

Sticks and stones . . .

Break ups stink, especially when the other person gets petty.