TV dinner on the floor Mattress blocking the door You don’t have to hear me anymore I’ve got more notes than chords I should’ve known walls would come down Swinging that sledgehammer around They told me it’d be a long climb over the hill…

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…

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…