The first version. This is the first and only song I wrote on [arrsuarez](http://alonetone.com/arrsuarez)'s Christmas gift to me, a mbira that he lovingly crafted by hand. ![mbira](http://img.skitch.com/20090309-qan7jaha9gtbge23e6d3aqh2td…

rpmchallenge is exhausting. even when you don't have kids, or aren't taking classes, or don't have lots of vocational responsibilities. so, I didn't give up. I finished. but I thought about calling it quits. this song was a thought along the way…

neglected children are coming back home to roost kind of goes with 'fret.'

anxiety over something horrible that someone might have done, will destroy you when it's something that you'll never know for sure. leads into 'roost.'

instrumental. no relation to westley and buttercup, just the title that stuck.

A song about someone I know, or at least used to, who is almost as much a mess as the metaphors I threw at this effort.

Trying to capture the spirit of 4AM.

Corporate boardroom buzzwords are meaningless and worse than useless.

Sundays have always been a disappointment for me. If you've never spent the entire day just moving about, drinking beer, enjoying the weather and putting off the upcoming week, you should. Maybe not every week.

RPM '09 instrumental. This one was a lot of fun and relatively painless and unplanned, which accounts for its roughness.