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Hair of the Dog

March 12, 2015

Open my eyes
To all those bright lights
Is this heaven
Or am I just hungover again?
No one cares
No one knows
That’s the way this life goes
Lost my sense of wonder
Left to wander
Wherever this life goes
Middle class white male
Blessed and cursed
Biggest problem is this wicked thirst
While the world suffers
The less fortunate hurt
I wake with a headache
I am the worst
I could change
But first things first…

Cupid is no Marksman

March 7, 2015

I don’t have the heart
To tell all these lovers
They missed their mark
You can’t have a fire
Without a spark
Love is direct
Not a stab in the dark
What you’ve got there
Is just settling

Padded Room

March 5, 2015

Go on then
Keep searching for shelter
Keep chasing delusions
Red cape draped across your face
Safety is nowhere to be seen
The wind is cold
The rain stings
This is no place for soft dreams
The end is not an option
It is the end
It comes for us all
No matter how tall the wall

What Now?

February 25, 2015

When we find ourselves in the ground
In the wind
Or some state between
Beyond the grave
Floating in space
Will we know?
What we are?
Who we were?
Where we are headed?
Or will we be just as lost as we are now?

A Snapshot

February 20, 2015

A lone gnarled tree atop a deep green hill turned golden
Twisted and tired
Swaying slightly in the midday sun
Needing not
Wanting not
Waiting for its day to die

Freedom Isn’t Free

February 18, 2015

We’re free
We scream
We’re free!
Free to be whatever our money affords us to be
Servants to debtors
Slaves to greed
We’re free
We scream
We’re free!
Free to lock ourselves in voluntary solitary
To waste away in front of fluorescent screens
Taught to fear
Conditioned to cave
We’re free
We scream
We’re free!
Free to believe we are better than the rest
Than any other color, religion, or sex
Yet still below the rich
They give what we get
They don’t give a shit
We’re free
We scream
We’re free!
Free to dream of better days in our
When drugs and chemicals allow
When time permits
Wake up
This doesn’t make sense
We’re free
We scream
We’re free
Free to obey or be murdered by the police
To be monitored
Phones tapped
Watch what you say
We’re free
We scream
We’re free!
Shut up

New Sounds

February 13, 2015

I’ve been working on the mix for recording. It’s all done with guitars and vocals in one take.  All effects are analog pedals. The only thing done on the comp is a compressor and and EQ. This is one I wrote a while ago called Craters on the Surface.


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