RPM. Month of concessions. I had lots of ideas, and they all seemed to fall apart. Time was not in abundance. Glad this was a leap year, for me to squeeze this out in a few hours after work.

A song to myself. I’ve often felt like an unnecessary appendage in the circles I end up in. I’ve had some real crazy experiences in my life, and I tend to exaggerate to try an instill the grandness I felt in each story. Sometimes, I’m annoying…

I like Bad Religion. The first album I heard, I remember thinking that it was amazing that there was a smart punk band. Also, I like the way that their songs could work with an acoustic guitar, and still stand. I thought this had a similar…

I was thinking this was going to be the longest song, but then the next song happened. Anyways, title says it all. Don't let this be what you judge my abilities on. I can do better. Just go listen to my other albums, but maybe after you finish…

Hey, look! A short song, and it's kind of gross. It's easy to write about gross stuff. It's hard to put effort into songs when you have two days to write and record everything. This one was fun to make.

RPM2023. February, the month of concessions. I didn't have the time to put into the original idea that I had for this year, so first concession, put that on the back burner and instead do something a little, or a lot, simpler. A collection…

I can still taste the pain of how you made me feel Your only concern was to break my will Whatever doesn't kill makes you stronger than My imagination's running how to get vengeance But at the end of the day, I don't care anyways You're…

(COVID Salute) You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, you can roll them in a ball You can stack 'em up like waffles 'till they're forty feet tall You can wipe on your sleeve, you can flick 'em at your friends You could blow them in a tissue…

If tomorrow you find yourself far away from me Running to another city If you don't have the time to hide away with me Disappear into the scenery Am I no longer worth The effort to search For the life we were dreaming For the love we…

I know sometimes things just ain't right Like oil and water we survive Y'know I don't hate you Maybe we're too much alike Push and pull We'll survive We're not getting younger these days And we're both sure and set in our ways We fight…

Broken things on my window sill Remind me every day Of my constant lean towards failure Always getting in my way Perpetual disappointment I never follow through Can't count on me for nothing I'll only disappoint you There's a war in…

You gotta work long hours, Grind that stone Work your fingers to the bone Gotta make that money while you can Before retirement and old age sets in Do what you can for the company and The boss 'll take care of you Forget about vacation…

It's easier to abandon hope It's easier to walk away It's easier to win this fight By turning around and running away If we try this time We just might find a way To make it happen We just might find We have the words to say You were…

If we take a moment Ignore what divides us two Just take a moment What would we see Would I see a brother Might I be your friend Might there be more that binds us hand in hand Between you and me are the same old songs Between you and me…