Crawling around in a tiger hat and temporary tattoos Pulled myself up with straps I fashioned from my father’s boots I’m dancing with my laces tied together I’m walking in the same skin I wore ten years ago Same blisters on my ankles from…

Raised by the wind, a cold stone rolling in Tend to the flowers growing out of my skin I want to live forever staring up at the sky But what makes a day pass and old men cry What’s a life, what made it worth reaching for Oh, honey bee…

Everyday I’m figuring it out Five dollars in my bank account Fruit flies circling around Sinner, grab a gun, chase them down Forget what I did the other day Walking back into old mistakes Doing my best to stay awake Running a finger down…

my contribution to the 2025 rpm season

Just a quick live track to keep the RPM streak alive...

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects. -- Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude Ride upon my broken steed…

This song is something special to me. I think it was special to John too. It hurts to miss people who are gone from your life, but I think it's worse to forget them.

... again ... for Randy. Memories of old magazines gathering dust on the shelves with things you never could let go of. Dirty chess sets hardly touched. Empty bottles of cheap scotch you never could get enough of. And it's a shameful world…