Words (of which there are never enough)

Perennial (for Amalee & Alva) <3

Bitch (everyone is all wrong sometimes)

Preview of

American Made (our interdiction caused a flood)

This Land Was Our Land (“Don’t” Watch This Movie)

It's Alright (June 23rd, 2018)

New Hell (adapted from an H is for Hellgate song)

The Lieutenant's Long Story (pt. 2)

Hard

worms (a mocking song of my youth)

Trying to Swim

I tried to write this song one day,
I sat and I thought and I gave up- anyway
It’s still just lazy old me,
still the same as I used to be.

If only I was motivated
if only I was motivated.
Maybe I wouldn’t lie around all day

I saw your face today
I heard your sweet voice today,
& I remember the pain.
and no it wasn’t really worth it- no

If only we had syncopated.
If only we had syncopated.
maybe we wouldn’t seem so off beat.

I let go of the past
but I’m stuck in it.
I let go of the past
but it comes back- like a boomerang.

If only I’d knew when to let go
if only I’d knew when to let go
maybe we wouldn’t be apart.

If only (Time Hop)

sounds good (i have no idea what I am doing)

Sounds Good

batbotxtreme

What Goes On?

Like Dew (we come at night & disappear at dawn)

Her Red Room

Over My Head

Sien (a lovesong for a seamstress)

(*like you did)

Europa: Ascent of our damaged ship...

hey, friend

without you

poppet

The Devil

DAMNIT

a ghost adventurer

Jellyfish is about love and abandonment.
Based on the book The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami.

Special thanks to:
Ryn Palakiko- bass, backing vocals
Trevor Benton - electric guitar

Jellyfish

The Washing Machine

theres a washing machine,
that cleans up all my thoughts
it runs on quaters i find
in parking lots

and i dream
of a time when the loads are done
and scream,
when out of quarters i run

i've wandered to here
wander to there and back
done everything,
except smokin crack

and i think
that is enough,
yeah i think
i done enough

i woke up this morning
to find myself in hell
yeah i put myself
in my own personal jail

and I wonder 
when I'll be let out

nothing cleans me like the washing machine
nothing cleans me like the washing machine

wandered to here,
wadered to there and back,
can't even begin to do the math
on how many miles i've roamed
and i wonder when i'll reach home.

Washing Machine (there's some yucky parts)

From Louisiana, to Colorado...
Highs and lows are all I’ve known.

Rhett Lee

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