Alt folk Black door in my mind stays locked all the time lost the key threw it away At least that's what I say memories of a loved now lost can I ever know what it's cost vows said on a hot summer day at least that's what I say…

Liner Notes Not sure where this came from but the first line 'Just living my life one day at a time' popped into my head this morning. I'm sure, as the lyrics show, the anti trans rhetoric that pervades GOP legislatures weighs on my mind, heart…

Wrote this with help from a high school friend. She was asking me about my writing process and I was talking about the muse and how fickle and sporadic it can be for me and she suggested I write a song about it. So here it 'tis, she also helped…

My attempt at a country song, I wasn't intending to write one, but my Muse said to!!! I suffer and I fear of what life might bring Through the trials and tribulations, yeah, it's a thing I just try to hang on to all the things I love But…

My attempt at a country song, I wasn't intending to write one, but my Muse said to!!! I suffer and I fear of what life might bring Through the trials and tribulations, yeah, it's a thing I just try to hang on to all the things I love But…

Down memory lane about my son abit You were my little boy I used to walk the floor with you When you couldn't sleep at night Your passion was a train named Thomas We made tracks on the carpet floor With Percy, Diesel, and Gordon too…

Down memory lane about my son abit You were my little boy I used to walk the floor with you When you couldn't sleep at night Your passion was a train named Thomas We made tracks on the carpet floor With Percy, Diesel, and Gordon too…

Its about his Orange Highness He's a fake, he's a fake Oh everyone knows he's a fake He's a fake, he's a fake He always lies, He's never right 'Cause he's a fake He's a fake, he's a fake Oh everyone knows he's a fake He's a fake, he…

Protest song against the rising fascism in this country. Do NOT comply with the orange wannabe king!!!! No time for silence, its time for war A time for yelling, a time for more A time to get busy, a time to write Time to call everyone in…

Down memory lane about my son abit You were my little boy I used to walk the floor with you When you couldn't sleep at night Your passion was a train named Thomas We made tracks on the carpet floor With Percy, Diesel, and Gordon too…