i saw the curtains changing color i watched the sun room come alive i have been sitting in this rocker wondering when you might arrive i am hoping for redemption cant stand the way i feel i know it is only passing through me rivers flood…

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

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.

good night

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.'

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.