no stencils in the drawer 
no marker board, no concrete 
no mural tall enough, or 
long enough for me to create 

no aspect ratio
no video could frame me 
no high-def resolution 
ever could project from my brain 

no telephoto lens 
no fractured bends could save me 
no point in fragmenting
these shattered dreams in long-exposed shots 

no off-white canvases 
no colors represent me 
no wavelength ever could
be short enough to showcase my thoughts 

i’m gonna need 
a deeper shade of blue 
if i ever want to 
get over you 

no post-impressionist 
could exhibit these feelings 
no galleries nor masterpieces
seem to get it quite right 

no more enlightenment
to find in Buddah’s teachings   
no passages nor words of scripture 
seem to show me the light 

no space between the notes
could ever hope to reach me 
no aching slide guitar 
can touch my heart the 
way that I need 

no ellington, no holiday, 
no Memphis Minnie 
no soulful melody 
or harmony is working for me

A Deeper Shade of Blue

Sheltered Southern Shame

She Brings the Rain

No Names

Ana Torrent - (The Dangerous Method cover)

donnie please give me my
grandmother back
i miss our long conversations
please don't do anything
you might regret
no one knows your situation
i know she still loves me
somewhere deep down
but lately it's like i'm a stranger
so i'm asking you
to please try not to do
anything else to put her in danger
'cause i miss my family and
i miss my friends
and i hate the spell that you've
cast over them
and i don't know why
you think you have the right
to crash into my life
uninvited
donnie let go of my
childhood friend
he pretends he doesn't know me
he seems to think that you're
christ in the flesh
so i'm asking you to please show me
that you are the honest man
i've heard about
with all of your heart's good intentions
the 6 o'clock news says
the rumors are true and
the police could soon come and end this
'cause i miss my family and
i miss my friends
and i hate the spell that you've
cast over them
and i don't know why
you think you have the right
to crash into my life
uninvited
i wish you'd live me alone
donnie please lay down your
arms and walk out
slowly towards the sound of my voice
history's watching in
high definition
wondering how you will make your choice
things haven't been the same
since you showed up
hijacking every station
donnie please do the right
thing for yourself
as well as the entire nation
'cause i miss my family and
i miss my friends
and i hate the spell that you've
cast over them
and i don't know why
you think you have the right
to crash into my life
uninvited
i wish you'd leave me alone

Hostage (Demo)

The world that I was promised is on fire  
And I’m sure by now the warranty’s expired
And all I’m trying to do is get hired 
At a job that lets me pay the rent on time 

I know the cold hard truth is I’ve got plenty 
But this overflowing cup somehow feels empty 
As I wage a war of wages with my own city 
I want you to follow me to the frontline 

You can have my wild dreams 
 You can have my crown of thorns  
Take all my ambitions 
 I don’t need them anymore 
 I can’t promise Babylon  
but if you come and take my hand
You can share my tiny kingdom  
in my house upon the sand

And my heroes are departing so much faster  
Some are fading, some are hanging by the rafters 
While the rest are filling rooms with taunting laughter 
‘cause they know they’ll be long gone when it’s too late 

But I cannot part the seas if they keep rising 
And I cannot keep pretending it’s surprising 
So if you want something more then you can find me 
Drinking cheap red wine and sealing my own fate 

 You can have my wild dreams
You can have my crown of thorns  
Take all my ambitions 
I don’t need them anymore 
Am I David or Goliath? 
Am I the lion or the lamb?
 I guess we’ll both find out together  
in my house upon the sand

House Upon The Sand (Demo)

Sneak preview single from the upcoming album "The Flickering Dark"

Lament #5

I graduated in a recession
Wore my polo 9 to 5
I gave it all I got to get to the top
And make it out of Target alive
Those years I pissed away my Decembers
Ringing registers and searching for highs
Mailing applications, full of frustration
Just waiting for the Stones to die

Kristi got a job outta college
Said she’s lucky even with a full ride
Graveyard suits her fine, but give her some time
She’ll wake up feeling hollow inside
Bosses never seem to be present
It’s all appointments or a “meeting off-site”
Kristi grits her teeth on 3 hours of sleep
Just waiting for the Stones to die

And all the little kids with the crimson lips say:
Rock is dead; Long live rock

Mikey got the hell outta Cleveland
There was nothing there for him ‘cept a wife
Clocking out at five barely keeps him alive
So he trades polos in for solos at night
Said he wanted in on the action
‘Cause the debt was piling up to the sky
Now we’re keeping it clean trying to burst on the scene
Just waiting for the Stones to die

And all the little drones with the student loans say:
Rock is dead; Long live rock

Kani voted in the election
For the first time in her young life
22 years old stepping out of the polls
She wore that little sticker with pride
The air was taken out of her party
The tallies took them all by surprise
Now she’s not welcome in her own damn country
While the Stones sleep soundly at night

And all the little brats in the stupid red hats say:

Rock is dead; Long live rock

Stones To Die

Best enjoyed while yelling at other drivers in traffic, or downing your third Old Fashioned alone in your basement.

Blind Tigers