Written/Recorded: 2006

Staring in the kaleidoscope I find
All the answers blended and intertwined
But I’m sure I can piece them together with some time.

I’ve got to delve down deep into the core
Submerge myself and ultimately explore
‘Cause I don’t want to run in circles anymore.

‘Cause I won’t fly with paper wings
Won’t dwell on minor things but
I’m not about to jump off the highest pier
I will deviate and eradicate the rosy picture that’s hanging on every man’s wall.

Trouble seems to find me wherever I go
Fighting through but I weaken with every blow
I’ve got to break out of this wavered mode.

‘Cause I won’t fly with paper wings
Won’t let my pride wear thin but
I’m not about to square off against the world
I will feel the love or lack thereof and won’t hesitate to take it all in stride.


Paper Wings

The Ferry

Written/Recorded: 2007

Finally a moment you and I on our own
You wish you were elsewhere I can tell by your tone
This will just take a minute then I promise I’ll leave you all alone.

Lord knows I ain’t perfect I can’t argue at all
And I’m never this forward at least that I can recall
Now the walls are closing in and I know that I’m trying to stall.

The suffering I’ve gone through
For the nerve to try and tell you
Not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were mine.

We could lay in a field and speak our minds to the stars
Fall asleep at the beach on the hood of my car
Leave the past far behind us and our future now together we start.

The suffering I’ve gone through
For the nerve to try and tell you
Not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were mine.

But these thoughts are unreal
‘cause I can’t speak what I feel
So worthless this monologue shall remain.

Monologue

Written/Recorded: 2007

All is pleasant on Vine
Lawnmowers barking and trees sway in perfect 4/4 time
Beyond compare to the fans.

Rolled on up to Kenmore
Picked up a pie and grabbed the seat closest to the front door
Somethings are hard to decline.

I'm tired of being alone
Except on Mondays and Thursdays I get to see Joan
Every night is the one to atone but the morning don't give a damn.

Oprah's due on at four
I grab a snack and spill some mayonnaise on the kitchen floor
Wonder who's on today.

I'm tired of being alone
Except on Mondays and Thursdays I get to see Joan
Every night is the one to atone but the morning don't give a damn.

A deck of cards are all scattered around 
With a King looking up but meanwhile staring me down.
If only I lived in that simpler time
I'd be known as the wealthiest man alive.

All is hectic on Vine
Chainsaws barking and sirens blare in perfect 4/4 time
Black river is starting to flood.

Black River

Written/Recorded: 2008



Reading her file I caught myself start to smile it was like a kitschy magazine
I just know that you came to the perfect place for this Sage, Geraldine
Well she walked in the door the 800.04 an immaculate beauty queen
and so began the grueling ten weeks.

She began to declare her faltering tale as I stared from behind the blinds
Her descriptive affairs with Mr. Abagnale were almost all the right kind
The Domo Sushi Roll the Green Rabbit Hole and the Mount Sac gymnasium
I almost screamed, the girl knew everything.

How can I turn back now, it's hard to look but harder not to
What's that gleam I see, could it be a clue?

I gave her a wink and then I started to think that it wasn't a good idea
Her face had abashed and then flash out came the damage control RV
Too late I know I'm out of practice for sure it's a devastating blow
If only she didn't say no.




Out Of Practice

<b>Written/Recorded: 2013</b>

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One More Time, Again

Written/Recorded: 2014

November 16th, 1984
Breaking news as Wopat runs for the door
The chief read off his declaration of war oh why why why why.

Put forth on order from the left and the right
They summoned music for the court to indict
Imprisoned, sent away and sealed off from all day light why why why.

We stood idle as they stripped rhythm from our lives
They took it all without us getting to say goodbye.

They closed the venues even Carnegie Hall
They silenced radios with no strain at all
Woodwinds burned, strings unstrung and brass dissolved.

Churches fell silent as the spirit of music died
Who would have thought that Don was right after all this time.

But humanity slowly rose and stood up straight, became irate
They suited up to forge ahead and reclaim their rights
They wanted it all in fact, their language back, their souls intact
They had the march, the swing, the flow and the hill in their sights.

1984

Written/Recorded: 2014
Special Guest Vocal: My Wife.  Thank you L.

My old friend my thoughts are strewn around can't sort them all out
With my heart content I was sold that life with you would be all that I'd want
Like a breeze defines itself by wandering
Now I see I must drift away out to the unknown
That I'm better off alone.

My old friend I thought our life precise, polished, refined
And I can't pretend that this was all done for a limited time
This way you feel hopelessly stuck on a broken ferris wheel
Together we'll rebuild it all and persevere  and keep circling on up here.

Now all at once are voices telling me I have to go
The time has come, the light we hold has lost it's glow.

So all at once that's it you're moving on you have to go
Clear all your thoughts and you'll realize you're home.

My old friend my thoughts are strewn around can't sort them all out.

My Old Friend

Written/Recorded: 2014

Fly through the air without making a sound
Outrun the chains and you'll never be bound
The exits exist but are covered with nets
You can't get caught when there's nothing to catch

Monkey Joe

Simple acoustic cover of Bruce Springsteen's classic "I'm On Fire" released in 1984.

I'm On Fire

Halfway decent ideas with zero production value...

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