I was depressed at my caliber of friends when I had a drug problem. This was the result. LYRICS: Most my friends are embryonic Most my friends are hooked on phonics Most my friends stick to the comics page Most my friends are disillusioned…

This song is pretty much how I feel on most days . . . UPDATED AUDIO: 1-21-12 LYRICS: Make waves to amplify the sound Send in the tide Breath aches as the breaker breaks I need a bride Anointed knight bringing the fight to…

I wanted to write a song with piano, it pretty much wrote itself. (The chromatic structure of the guitar solo had been in my head untabbed for years.) LYRICS: Flexible bullet fired at me Following some unknown trajectory Piercing the walls…

The instruments were easy, the vocals were hard. Anyways, I think a levee mighta busted . . . LYRICS: Nashville flooding again it seems all the country stars are dead Nashville flooding, my friend The level's rising over our heads…

I know the world needs the upwardly mobile, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. LYRICS: Success is regressive Step forward is two steps back A world unimpressive judging me for what I lack Defying convention all rules are relative…

I wanted to do a country song for my brother Mike, but I really don't know much about country music. This is the result. Hope you like it, Mike. LYRICS: Ain't got no woman Ain't got no car All I got is bills and a half assed will…

Theft steals from the thief.

Still have not called. LYRICS: Mother May I take a few steps forward Mother May I leave this place behind Mother I don't want to go to heaven Mother Maybe I don't want to die Unfortunate son of a bitch who gets to barter for…

Still have not called. LYRICS: Mother May I take a few steps forward Mother May I leave this place behind Mother I don't want to go to heaven Mother Maybe I don't want to die Unfortunate son of a bitch who gets to barter for…

Yeah, guess I have an inner Gershwin who likes to listen to Beethoven. Go figure.