The comodification of revolution. ...... When Models Dress Like Ho Chi Minh The red rag crack of dawn’s arrested Pagoda bathroom scoured and tested By Buddha’s police-shaped evening ghouls Bagging bullets to fill their holes. Buddha…

Written and almost entirely performed by Barrett. A very Minnesotan tale of faded love and winter sports.

One man's journey from curious to battered, via a Freudian highway. ...... So Warm…So Creamy…So What So warm… so creamy… so what… So warm… so creamy… so what… When I met you, you were sleeping in a German catholic school You were pantomiming…

Not an ideal community.

The first song I ever wrote at the tender age of 50. Late night pie and coffee with a little disillusionment. ...... Put Your Dreams Back In Your Apron He drifted down Main to the Battery Inn Trying not to think about the shape he was…

Well, love is love, and these two deserve the best. ...... My Club-Footed Wife Woman with a clubfoot Love of my life I’m gonna make you My clubfooted wife I’m sorta stupid And you’re just a gimp C’mon and give me a kiss C’mon I like…

A total jerk with a life plan. ...... I Wish I Had A Wife That I Could Steal From Though I may be poor And not a whole lot more I’m a coward as dumb as dirty rain There is a darker side to me That most of you will never see Because…

Weird tale about tree, ruined love, and arson. ...... I Was So Tired Of Trees It’s sweet of you to notice that I’ve soured on romance What can I say? Love’s in the way? I learned to love the hustle, now I’d rather watch you dance What…

Nostalgia combined with an unhealthy relationship. ...... I Once Owned A Mercury Dime I’m happy when I get off And I’m happy when I get to bed at night I’m happy when I get off And I’m happy to crawl away from the light Because…

When old lovers meet... ...... I Might Tip My Hat We might not meet for quite awhile But when we do I hope you sport that smile A little fake, a little coy But little girls and little boys Get used to that Anyway... I might tip my…

Sort of a sea shanty based on a joking phrase my late wife and I used to share. ...... I Give And I Give And I Give I give and I give and I give And what do I get In return I get nothing Nothing is all that I get For all of my blood…

Seems the L.A. scene doesn't appeal to everyone. We all find love somewhere...

An anthem for discontents. ...... Get Me Outta Here I don’t believe in heaven sent Pieties or sin I’ve never had a single clue Who let all these monkeys in I can’t suss what the answers are But the questions sure are dumb So, I’ll…

A song written and sung by Tom Clarkson, a former bandmate. He thought of it as our "Honeypie"... Very sweet.

Some machinery is malfunctioning. ...... Do This (You’re Doing It Wrong) Do this You’re not doing it right You did it all for love It’s not a pretty sight Go to work But it still don’t pay You fall back home All she’s got to say…

A rowdy couple who really love each other - to a fault. ...... Big Daddy Go Boom Big Daddy go boom Big Daddy go boom Big Daddy go boom Mama’s gone to the moon Big Daddy go boom Big Mama go bam Big Mama go bam Big Mama go bam With…

This is based on a dream I had about a failing couple vacationing in Europe. ...... After All the Toast and Tea After all the toast and tea by the sidewalks and the sea, the breakfast dishes cleared, the Talk commences. You blather…

A psychological ghost story of a sort with a purposeful conflation of pronouns for emotional effect. Oddly, I actually practiced this song for weeks before we played it. That is something I try to avoid, but it make my partner happy…

I used to screw around with my lame guitar lines and thrash about in the junk drawer of audio manipulation. Here's a bit of that sort of mistake.

This is as close as I could get to being Jim Morrison... except perhaps for another song I wrote called "The Serpent Is Rising with No Advertising"... but more on that later. My favorite line is "there's no one home, so I'll move in" which describes…