The first time I fell
The second time I jumped
Into the quicksand
Of your appeal

I pushed the warning signs
To the back of my mind
Can’t resist
What’s bad for me

As I’m about to drown
They’re standing all around
Thinking, wish we knew
A way to heal ya
Know I let them down
But they pull me out again

Who me?

Oh, I had nothing to do with it
Alright?
I had nothing to do with it
Wrong night, long fight
I had nothing to do with it

So silence
Your violence

Drawn to your canyon
I stood at the edge and
Was moved
To strike a deal

But you tugged on my mind
I can’t stand being fine
So I stepped
Into your new ordeal

As I’m about to fall
They’re staring at it all
Thinking, wish we knew
A way to heal ya
Disappoint them all
But they pull me back again

Who me?

Oh, I had nothing to do with it
Alright?
I had nothing to do with it
Long night, wrong fight
I had nothing to do with it

Don’t pile on
My denial

I Had Nothing To Do With It

Michael ambles in the morning down the hill to earn some bread
His filled up trench coat pockets bounce along with every step
‘Cause he’s swinging to the rhythm that’s living inside his head
And it’s groovy

In the train station he’s taking his favorite spot
And he hopes today the folks like his display and buy a lot
Once the bottle caps are neatly separated from the little rocks
He yells, “For sale”

People stare
He don’t care
Because grooviness is everywhere

The security guards are kind enough to lend an empathetic smile
To any curious passer-bys who voice compassion with their eyes
Michael does his thing until he waves the last train goodbye
Then he counts the money

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, knick-knack paddy whack
Five, six, old man doing something
Seven…bread…groovy

Grooviness

We Stopped - Instrumental

Hard rock progressive guitar instrumental.

Storm

Milestones

An uncommon heavy kind of music creation.

1995

Getting Caught

Wahx Up

Slow Motion Eyes

Floating, dense, fluid, harsh, low.

LYRICS
Truth is the reason we can lie
In there is the answer we will never try

Fall from the mountain

Some are left
Some are right
A thousand moves later
Still itching for a fight

Call your attention
To the universal man
He’ll introduce you to a catalyst
I think you’ll understand

Hope is the promise we ignore
Out there is the goal we will never score

Breathe below the surface

Left behind
Right behind
A thousand moves later
Still itching for a fight

Airwwwave