Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Old Country Songs Wooden Chair by the window Gibson on my lap And the time I spend strumming Is never coming back The sun is shining on me Evening won’t be long I’m living in the city Singing…

This is an old song that I finally remixed. All intruments are synthesizers, so there were only three of us this time. The song is based on a free-form poem by Grant D. McLeman from Scotland that he had sent to me to put it to music. Vocals…

A song of pending spring

love in the memory lane revisited

My attempt to sing a old Christmas song

love in the memory lane revisited

Me and my boy Pdawg being stupid.

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Growing up in Ohio we used to see the signs the hoboes left on trees and mailboxes. Bits of ribbons and cloth-signifying friendly,and-cold hearted bastards who'd sic the dogs on you.

A song of pending spring