didn't know what to call this track, but once i came up with a title, it wrote itself! i heard on npr about how all this junk of ours is making outerspace around Earth a very dangerous place to be. this track is trying to reflect that danger.

this was one of the hardest to do, the 2nd half was great, but i hated the first half and was stressing with getting it to gel. so i scrapped it completely and started over. i think it was a wise decision.

I literally pulled this out of my ass in a few minutes. The lyrics just poured out of me once i decided to sing about myself. Very autobiographical, also inspired by polka music. i love polka music!

this is about a couple who are at odds with each other because of their goals, could also be viewed as a guy who wants his partner to commit suicide with him? i usually play this on guitar, but for the RPM Challenge, i wanted to do it electronically…

plundering beat with punctuated inserts

Derivative folky song (don't tell Paul I said that). He writes a lot about the inadequacy of words. But, if he thinks words are so damned inadequate, why does he keep writing them?

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 read Carla Zilbersmith's blog, carlamuses.blogspot.com, which inspired the song. She's rather inspiring herself.

It's based on a drawing a little girl drew (see also album cover).

A totally sheltered and unable to cope middle-class white kid screws up really badly and is on the run. I don't think he'll make it. Do you?

This fulfills a stupid promise I made years ago to write a song that was part Dave Frishberg, part Richard Thompson.

from the RPM 2009 album, "Spilt Hony" This was an experiment to write a song using one sentence. I ended up with 3 small ones.

A fantastical farcical Irish story-song. Broadway Irish.

I was just imagining a morning at the Waits household.