Rough recording of a song I wrote a couple years ago.

Same Ol' Town

I get so tired running 'round town
Looking for a place to get on down
Too many bars I can't afford
Too many people gotta settle the score
 
Too much radio, not enough playin 
I don't even know what they are sayin
What I got and what I don't have
My momma said that's too damn bad

People got a way to keep me inside
That's alright, I'm doing just fine
I'm just thankful I wake up every day
With food and water and a place to stay

Well you know my friends, there's a way to tell
They're Crackin that 40, raisin' hell 

Freedom's in my backyard, it's called a crop
But still Waiting on the government to pack it up
Faith and love and liberty
Ain't got no room for sin and greed

So how can I fit in with all nonsense
It's like most people don't got a conscience 
At least the few I've met along the way
Are the reasons why I'm living for today

Well you know my friends, there's a way to tell
They're Crackin that 40, raisin' hell 


You Know My Friends

Devil Town

Found these lyrics on Tumblr written by a little boy, so decided to put music to it. 

"My four-year-old nephew, Dylan, wrote a song.  It is meant to be sung to an actual baby, he made that clear.  My sister was wise to copy down the lyrics as he made them up."

http://versusforward.tumblr.com/post/63584828052/my-four-year-old-nephew-dylan-wrote-a-song-it

Oh Baby, I Love Ya (Dylan's Song)

Pork Jelly Reverse

Revolution 9 Reverse

Giraffes? Girrafes! "A quick one, while she's away" in reverse. 

A Quick One, While She's Away Reverse

Your Front Porch

CCTV Love Poem

The ghostly sounds of a magic poet living in the country of thieves and spiritual gibberish. 

Bother Girl