I can't really help myself. *updated audio 5-17-12

This song was a challenge to write . . . LYRICS: Order for your protection under threat of a gun You might be confined here till the damage is done Lock him up and toss the key It's for your own good Straightjacket Done Tie me…

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 smokin . . .

After I finished working on my demos, I decided to cover this song, just because. One of Kurt's best.

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…

I had to do a love song so . . . . LYRICS: So we were two less than one now that we're through It came to pass nothing good could ever last It's in the past Why won't it die The words are flowing now a narrative suggested This…

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…

I've always liked playground taunts and rhymes. LYRICS: Sit in the garden eating nothing but worms Tastes pretty good to me There's so much bounty coming out of the soil I could be feeding for weeks Who knows where that's been…

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…