Tracks recorded in my 1969 VW microbus in various parking lots around Santa Fe, New Mexico

Enter The Catalyst Stage Left

Stressing Blessed

Half a Coin

Jessen 101

Regarding My Inheritance

Don't Get Caught Up

Rhyming Rant

Flying Dream

Prayer to Qadesh

Tuday

Lyrics:

I’ve had a hell of a year 
ain’t even kidding it’s weird 
it’s like my thoughts had got disheveled by the devil I swear 
I’s filled with so much fear 
so insincere and unclear 
It’s like a darkness grabbed my heart just ripped it open and cheered 
I bruised up my whole act 
confused and with no tact 
This season I was reaching for a t-shirt on the coatrack 
I’ll be allright I know that 
there’s no reason to hold back 
come the dawn I’ll grab that leprechaun and take his goldsack

Grab the liquor and the bong and use it all til it’s gone
Hit the store to get some more and party on til the dawn
Memory’s blurring indeed, oh what you’re worried for me?
Sit back, man, I got a six pack, man, sorry it’s cheap
 
In the bank I got six bucks, 
you’re fucking right that this sucks 
At least a I got friend with some good acid to get me fixed up 
Drop it and start to walk 
but my stomach is sick, fuck, 
I’m less than sober now gotta bend over and drip muck 
Disgusting this must ring 
in the herald of this messed up scene 
Just a teense disheveled but it’s still 
less obscene then several things 
Terrible scenes of peril I mean, 
isn’t it unsettling?
I’m meddling with my development and yet I'm definite that I’m a rebel, damn

Grab the liquor and the bong and use it all til it’s gone
Hit the store to get some more and party on til the dawn
Memory’s blurring indeed, oh what you’re worried for me?
Sit back, man, I got a six pack, man, sorry it’s cheap

When I get wrecked and imbibe 
it’s like I’m Jekyll and Hyde 
I go forget all that I’ve said and implied being my despicable side 
Like I'm upset, so I lie
but take a second to try
No, my memory’s an enemy of my impeccable pride 
so I’m pissing away my health, 
feeling dissonant with myself, 
I’m resonant with repentance whenever intentions are felt 
Yet I still sit where I knelt 
stitched imprisoned within my pelt
I’m an ambivalent participant with a stimulant, No admission of guilt, because

Grab the liquor and the bong and use it all til it’s gone
Hit the store to get some more and party on til the dawn
Memory’s blurring indeed, oh what you’re worried for me?
Sit back, man, I got a six pack, man, sorry it’s cheap

Sorry It's Cheap

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