Fiji Dreaming

Mountain Mist

Cold Man Blues

Psychadelic Infection

If money wasn't an object and success wasn't a subject, 
What would you do?
If your health was suddenly compromised for supporting destructive enterprise,
I'd say you'd watch your back more, and your brothers too...
If possessions were measured in gratitude, maybe you would change your attitude,
What would you choose?
If your gadgets were thrown in the landfill, replaced by paper and pencil,
What would you write?

Maybe you would change your name, maybe you would look for fame,
In another way.... In another way....
If honesty changed the game, would you honestly act the same,
As any other day? As any other day?

If money wasn't an object and success wasn't a subject, 
What would you do?
If your health was suddenly compromised for supporting destructive enterprise,
I'd say you'd watch your back more, and your brothers too...

Maybe you would change your name, maybe you would look for fame,
In another way.... In another way....
If honesty changed the game, would you honestly act the same,
As any other day? As any other day?

It's all my imagination for you to perceive for yourself,
Isn't it a magnificent creation? You've gotta ask... What's the meaning of wealth?

If your family was raised in poverty maybe you would show some empathy,
To the man who asked for a dollar or two...
I think that maybe you'll find a little kindness down the line,
Will come back around to you....
So give it a try, give it a try, give it a try...
Before you die, before you die, before you die, before you die...

Maybe you would change your name, maybe you would look for fame,
In another way.... In another way....
If honesty changed the game, would you honestly act the same,
As any other day? As any other day?

If (demo)

Funky Illusion (Live loop)

A tune that i've played for a while. Also featuring a live version in this fuckin rad surf flick by my dear friend Luka! https://vimeo.com/124133909

Lyrics:

On the weekend his eyes are red from drinking,
and his lungs are choking on the shit he's been smokin'

On any weekend she slithers and slides into the view 
of another mans eyes

Tuesday evening. Eyes blood red and his lungs are choking,
he's falling down, he's falling down...

Wednesday morning. She awakes to the yawning of a stranger
and her face creases into a frown, she turns around...

He's on his knees talking to the air
She's on her high chair, with a silent stare

Noon on thursday. He's fading away,
He's breaking, breaking down, breaking down...

Thursday evening. She's running away,
she's leaving town, leaving town, leaving town...

Something!

Specs of the afternoon sun are strewn across the Indian Ocean,
It peppers the wind swept surface with a glistening grace,
Over to the west, to the west,
The approaching storm does it's best, does it's best,
To remind us how small, how small,
We are inside 4 walls...

It's confusing to think that we're all on the brink,
Of being trapped inside dreams, as bizzare as it seems,
And maybe you'll find if you alter your mind,
That reality is just a thought you can see....
Just a thought you can see...

The clouds swirl and drift, presenting their gift to the dry hard ground,
The drops that will drip as their stripped of their grip create a hypnotic sound,
But beneath the sea, the sea, 
It's as calm as can be, as can be,
And as the currents grow and flow,
Their fury can be your foe...

It's confusing to think that we're all on the brink,
Of being trapped inside dreams, as bizzare as it seems,
And maybe you'll find if you alter your mind,
That reality is just a thought you can see....
Just a thought you can see...

The wind has indeed such forceful speed as it gusts through the trees,
For someone somewhere it is beautifully rare that their face is relieved with the breeze,
An energy so raw, so raw,
Makes fools of both the rich of poor,
Maybe it's a game, it's a game,
As pawns we're all the same...

It's confusing to think that we're all on the brink,
Of being captured by lies, deceit and demis
And maybe you'll find if you alter your mind,
You're being twisted, turned, branded and burned,

It's confusing to think that we're all on the brink,
Of being trapped inside dreams, as bizzare as it seems,
And maybe you'll find if you alter your mind,
That reality is just a thought you can see....
Just a thought you can see...
Just a thought you can see...
That reality is just a thought you can see...

Trapped Inside Dreams (Demo)

A thunderous clap echoes through through the night,
Mist is drawn from the source and scattered throughout,
They ponder, deep in thought to decide if he's bright,
And become riddled with doubt,
His days all blur together,
In time, love, joy and pain,
And dances out in the ocean,
And sings out in the rain....

Psychadelic Journey

All I Wanna Know... (Demo)

Hagstrom Jam (live loop)

Been loosing the plot a bit lately. Here is some proof!

Tree Tripod

California Dreamin (Cover)

A fun little jam on an Artavox guitar, out of B.C. 

Written and demoed in one evening, rough jam. Live loop. 

Hope you enjoy!

Artavox Jam

Never done a song like this. Really like the 5/4 groove and the funky sound. I couldn't help but write some out there lyrics.. Maybe funny, maybe offputting, maybe you are weird too? You tell me!

YOU ARE WEIRD 2

Slow Jam (Live Loop)

Instrumental live loop track! Download if you like!

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