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no need for sound it is all in my head instead two plus two over again thanks for that the pulse the force of course the push rare friendly touch carries us on to the next thing cool blue skyes in your eyes i see a warm honest knowing you see it in me we clutch. feel the warmth enjoy us lay...

Everybody has gone crazy man I saw it on the news Some old lady crashed a party too much I woke up - to a horrible news I looked - and I could not find my shoes So I lud back in my bed and realized I had the - bus ride blues So i hopped down to the bus stop and got on board the bus made my way...

What bugs you about this? live drums with 2 mics. Ac guitars mono Bass DI Vox with a guitar - some weird artifacts in there that I like Keys are abbey road - rolled Song needs a middle 8.

As it says

So here is a tune, born of this air - as in now - A recording in my room, stereo of course A blues and improve So, why you say? I say why too :)

So yea, a guy thinks he can get up again. He ponders. hes got the cred, and the looks but how... At 70 fucking years old! right, need some oxygen and a cart But, what if he had a helper?

You can cook I can play Were lovely We're a hit And noone knows our name we are so fine so sweet like a tweet dweet tweet oh we all want to hook our thigh way up, way up high - in the ski rough like a tought cowbow with all his jewerly on a doggy smells him noone cares - noone swears a buck...

Is welcome by all who encounter my countenance my chiseled jaw is no match for the maw of the whale even if it eats all the sins of the world I sit akimbo and puff the pipe my profile is the rile of all the chin workers those sorry folks who eat the pork and doughs my neck is erect like that...

this is not a threat if i let it all down you'd be overwhelmed like i am, when i think of you all the laughter is still here in my head thank you i sit in a homey warm air all around i see a bit of light in the window on the right a sing song comes from the back door a wayward bird calls for...

Song Writing & Composition is not easy. speaking personally. I mean - come on - dual creative generation all at once? Song writing, all by itself, is not a walk in the park And then Composition.. well I'm not sure I know what that is. Although I have used that word (composition) ambiguously in...

he said - tie them to the wheel the women and so we did we had to those subtle wrists against the rough rope our eyes locked in pain my black nails on her vein in a hard wind he said = pull the girls were tore under a gale none came home he slammed his door we had no choice when the wind...

i was ok, ok? under a shard of cardboard nobody poked me nor I did a poke i got over a day then another i hurt myself hard but persisted the hood was good they all knew me knew i was cool i could play on the hill up over the water i breathed down on the ground i grieved from the womb to the...

Here for all of you is a little song that came from a simple set of piano chords. While being tempered by a wave of vicarious love from my childs.

Here - for free, is a lost and now found, gem of the art of home recording. For the low - low price of naught,, here is your layout

I did a remix today, so whoo hoo... Ha ha. :)

Sting woke up and made his coffee. While waiting for the steam, Mozart came up out of the cellar. Sting goes, "Wolfgang. Would you like some coffee" Mozart goes "Good morning Sting. Yes I'd love a draft" After some tongue wagging Sting calls Paul Mc. Paul is free, he ventures to Stings place...

I can't lock in I got no signal am I all alone no, I'm the only one here this view from a mountain doth not tame my want tho I want for nothing I need something to engage a puzzle but the jester owns me often this game tis not mine no, this is more gray like a musty scent of clay scratch...

im gona paint the ceiling with a brush in my teeth i got paint in my all seeing eye all my kin are in so i gota get out too much love will leave a man sugar sick. a man has got to walk. im gonna till the grass till the green shines i got a dirty fingernail i got soil on my knee all this, to...

i just opened a beer with a pocket knife now i all wet with spll my pass bar is sticky i am so still sitting down on the ground being me hoping no one can see incognito i draw a breath slow let the river flow flow slow my fellow ill be there

OLD MAN SNORING WHILE HE'S AWAKE CLEAN OFF HIS CHEEK FOR GOODNESS SAKE THE CLEAR DROOL DROPPING FROM HIS HAPPY MOUTH IS HIS LIFE BLOOD GONE SO FAR SOUTH NO ONE WANTS TO SEE HIM NO ONE WANTS TO BE HIM HE HAS MONEY MY SWEET HONEY HE WILL TAKE YOU FOR A FONY WE ARE ALL ENGAGED IN OUR HOLY MINDS...