The words came first, the music followed. It's about weed.

When is a breakup not a breakup?

Theft steals from the thief.

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…

This is part of a much larger song that I'm dreading having to finish.

One day I'm going to write a symphony. It gets heavy after the first 30 seconds.

The words came first, the music followed. It's about weed.

Smother me in linen dressings. LYRICS: Stitch me a new religion Suture me with indecision Grafting faith in place of reason Hell can't wait Smother me in linen dressings Pronounce me cured with Jesus's blessing Heal this soul for…

I was sitting with a friend of mine. I said, "I can make a song in three minutes" and I had these chords so this was the result. Later on, I rerecorded it as a song, and yet again as the version posted now.

My roommate was a rasta. I'd hear reggae playing in the background almost daily and after a while the subject matter and the grooves really grew on me. This one's for Alejandro. LYRICS: I hope the sun is shining wherever you may be I hope…