Every song from the album, Every Color Bird, was written and recorded in one studio session, and released the same day.
These tracks have never been edited since their original mix.

I spent my whole life on this beach, waiting for her body to wash ashore.mp3

Kick the dirt off your boots, the extra weight and the miles like the mud's dried up and gone away.
Drive the road with no words knowing you'll never be heard, pack your pain up, paint blue over grey.
          The open miles go away.
          Less tomorrows than yesterdays
          On open miles walk away.
Hole-patcher trows to keep the Devil in tow, pull the mountain to say it will move.
Climb up the hardest roads and never look at the crows who see the battle for something to prove.
Look down the well that leads straight into hell, lower your pale and fill it with fire.
Endure the burn for the pain you now yearn as the man on the mountain fell.
          The open miles go away.
          Less tomorrows than yesterdays
          On open miles walk away.
Walk away.
          On open miles walk away.
          On open miles...

Miles

Lost Time

Losing the Pieces

Out in the Rain

From A Well Kept Secret To A Painful Memory

Morose is an album comprised of songs directly reflective of my emotions during some of the darkest parts of my life. 
Writing this music is what helps me get through times of bleak and paralyzing feelings of complete isolation.

Photos of Nothing

Ghosts From Long Ago

At Rest At Sea At Last

Today, I learned how to fly.mp3

So much to say
with words unknown
Notes left to play
with no strings shown
I cannot talk with teeth so sharp
I cannot play my dinosaur harp
One step wayward it all falls down
So broken Inward
Out
What now but silence
or speak in violet
I can feel my low heart grey
Can't hear my dino-harp play

Every Color Bird

Dinosaur Harp

The cold steel handle of a gun
Threw out all my bullets except one
The fire in the wood-stove is dying down
I shed one tear and watch the world drown

I thought the dark was in my head
The sun's a lie this whole damned world is dead
A little prayer to help you before I go
If there's anyone to hear it, I don't know

Hold
We're getting old
Continue to grow
All that you know

Father told me there was something more
Dragged my ship and stumbled to the shore
I lit a pipe, and a torch to lead the way
Three-legged walk through ruins and decay

The end of the last path that I'll walk
Take one look back to hear my father talk:
There are cinders in the hourglass my son
The fire will never be the last one

Hold
We're getting old
Continue to grow
All that you know

Hold

Anothos

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