5/4 time, prophecy and jazz a la Disenfortunado.

I could have redone this song, but I kind of liked the grungy feel of this recording.

I used to be a door-to-door salesman traveling the midwest.

I was going to do vocals for this one, but I haven't come up with a good melody yet.

I had a bad break up. LYRICS: In the dust of our mistrust I could swear it's gone I can cry myself to sleep if I want In the wake of this heartbreak I could think you'd care You only want what you want That's not fair No more…

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness. LYRICS: Notice the world getting worse not better White men in sheets decide the weather and whether or not to eat the weak Inherit the mighty from the meekest Federal agents tracking the phone…

The first song I ever wrote.

I'm not a fan of judgmental people.

Kind of Foo Fightery. One of the first songs I wrote.

This is the second version I've done of this. Finally tidied up the audio on this one and suddenly it's more like a song. * updated 9-16-12