Meth Lab for Cutie

Your Owl

I wrote this instrumental, and my friend and I wrote our own lyrics to sing over top.

The Difference between…. 

Into Anything

I just felt like it would be fun to record one of my guilty pleasures...

Speechless (Lady Gaga cover)

Sell Myself Like A Whore

Just wanted to upload this little beauty I recorded in 2010

My community needs more original music.

Mister Blisters

Your Sad Machine

This is a song I wrote and recorded in the fall of 2009. the lyrics are mostly nonsense, an experiment in songwriting if you will.

in a polyester shirt everything you said was nullified in a plastic bag filled with fragile emotions and regret but what was left was nothing more than tear staind contraband like silhouttes chalk outlined on the sidwalk where empty intentions the swings on the payground are tangled up again a little yellow shoe half buried in the sand demands to find a owner only to be forgotten in the lost and found at the bottom of the stairs...

my name unknown and i have to throw a ball but i am slow slow i know i gotta go because i'm slow yo so i play with a yo yo and moe my bro mowed my lawn and the glow of slow burning candles threw out as i felt the gentle blow of the wind through the window as i felt the gentle blow of the wind through the window me and malia need another to discover lover another bill another pill but still fire at will it was said that the dead will rise again and start to feast on brains we will drop where the sheets have no stains spilling out from the veins falling down like rain feel the pain the lotus flower the witching hour the power of love and the moon above two white doves two white doves...

if your hot your hot and you know that your not and cool is what need no cops no cops no fricken cops just canadian ice cream yeah be at millet by morning up from morning side lost my wifes girlfriend somewhere in safeway everything that i've lost when i speak my i speak it real because lord you know i'm real be at millet by morning because millet girls rule twisted thoughts and lots plots to drop my rhymes a rodskin in a plodskin and a plodskin in a smodskin scooby doo wah wah wah wah groovy...

my name unknown and i have to throw a ball but i am slow slow i know i gotta go because i'm slow yo so i play with a yo yo and moe my bro mowed my lawn and the glow of slow burning candles threw out as i felt the gentle blow of the wind through the window as i felt the gentle blow of the wind through the window me and malia need another to discover lover another bill another pill but still fire at will it was said that the dead will rise again and start to feast on brains we will drop where the sheets have no stains spilling out from the veins falling down like rain feel the pain the lotus flower the witching hour the power of love and the moon above two white doves two white doves...

Me And Malia

This is a new recording of a very old song I wrote in 2008.

Reflection Distorted

I wrote this song about three years ago. the lyrics are said fast and are catchy to listen to... give it a listen, you might like it

The Ocean And The Moon

I wrote this song based on a movable chord shape I was working on.
Kind of like undone (the sweater song) well the first two chords anyways. The lyrics were just stream of consciousness nonsense 

A Thousand Stars

this is one of my favorite songs I've ever wrote.
Give it a listen, If you hate it shut it off.

Forever Feels Like You

This is a 16 minute and 48second song I wrote that goes through over 30 different changes and goes through many different moods and styles. I like to think it's a full album in one song. 

Give it a listen, if you like it, I'll email it to you...
Just message your email address and I'll send it.

The Colour Of Our Blue

an version that sounds like how I would sing it now

Wrappedinplastic

your sad machine

Just a song I wrote and recorded 11 years ago.

If anyone likes it I may upload more from this era of my songwriting.

nothing became of us

pills like candy

repeat as needed

I’ve had enough of this 
I’m leaving 
you are too unkind 
You're left behind 
I used to love you 
but not this time
It’s for real and forever 
and I’m never coming back 
Unless you want me too 
I’m a mess and you’re a wreak
I have come to accept 
that your lies 
have become you
That’s why I left 
and just as it all 
came crashing down 
So silent without a sound	

Sing me the alphabet 
over and over 
I remember October 
I have a story 
that I'd like to tell 
I’ll call you up drunk 
at three or four a.m. 
and sure as anything 
I have a letter that I can't send 
On another dying afternoon 
With a dirty needle 
and a tarnished spoon 
I’m only certain of uncertainty 
To whom it may concern 
I am what you thought you were 
When the powers that be fail 
What are you hoping for? 
That once we said goodbye
It was my turn to decide

why I left

Wrote and recorded this one with my Friend Joe Brown.

Granny Panties

Ms. Pac Man

Day by Day

Another track I made with my friend Joe Brown

In Our Spare Time

Drunkingly wrote this little gem 12 years ago, and my nephew Trent Wildcat laid down a verse. thats why all the lyrics are dated.

Indian Summer

Book of Faces

If every porkchop were perfect we wouldn't have hotdogs.

JasonWildcat

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