This one was fun. Backwards tracks, violins and sitars . . .

Life is unfair; one day I was really mad about that.

I was writing one song after another after another. This song is about that. LYRICS: Everybody wants to find out my secrets I can reaffirm its true They say evidently it is elementary Sharing can be good for you Pay no attention to…

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

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…

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…

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 . . .

. . . or least 3 and a half years closer than them first time I recorded this. *updated audio 8-11-12