I'M SWEATY, FUCK.
MY MIC WON'T PICK UP SOUND PROPERLY, FUCK.
I DON'T HAVE CABLES TO RECORD WITH, FUCK.
I FUCKED UP A CHORD, FUCK.
I FUCKED UP THE CHORD PROGRESSION, FUCK.
I'M USING TOO MUCH FUCKING PROFANITY,
god dammit.

The "I Keep Fuckin' It Up" Blues

Autumn

Little Sister (Draft)

An American folk classic, and also the state song of Kansas.

Home on the Range

Improv in G#m

E                      Emaj7    Eadd4          E
I can see for miles across this prairie;
         A                  Amaj7                E
the locomotive rings its bell aloud.
    A                    C#m                B                                       A
Every turn of every wheel shakes the ground below
        Eadd4/F#                Eadd4^G#           E
And rumbles like the thunderclouds above.

             A                 Amaj7        E
I will wait______   until the morning
                      A                             Amaj7                    E
when the creatures in my dreams no longer sing.
           A               Amaj7                          Eadd4
I will gaze_____ onward toward the coastline
                      C#m                                      A           (Asus2)     E
where the dust on my skin may be swallowed by the sea.

E                       Emaj7   Eadd4     E
I can see for miles across this ocean;
         A                               Amaj7                     E
the captain shouts his orders from the helm.
       A                   C#m         B                       A
A breeze in the sail is a push into the water;
 Eadd4/F#             Eadd4^G#             E
a spray across the bow wishes us luck.

     A                             Amaj7                            E
A cold wind blows across the deck for weeks.
           A                             Amaj7           E 
The rain seeps into the cabin as I sleep.
                 A            Amaj7                  Eadd4
I watch cities____ on the edge of vision
                    C#m                                         A      (Asus2)          E
where the salt in my hair will wash out beneath the stars.

E                      Emaj7            Eadd4                    E
I can see the peaks of the white-capped mountains,
  A                             Amaj7                       E
rising to meet the blackness of the void.
   A           C#m                 B                          A
Here I stand on the shoulders of old giants
       Eadd4/F#                  Eadd4^G#          E
and touch the hands of sleeping ancestors.


E                     Emaj7   Eadd4             E
I can see for miles across these cloudtops
       Eadd4/F#                   Eadd4^G#             E
and dance forever on the fingers of mankind.


(B may be substituted with Dsus2)

I Can See for Miles

Autumn Wind

At the End

Plead no Service from this Wanderer

Space Folk Song - Star Citizen

I play guitar. I own a 12-string Mitchell Dreadnought and a cheap 6-string that I learned to play on.. I'm also a member of http://soundcloud.com/erkrathstation
Here's where I put experimental things and recordings I'm not too sure about. I'll put cleaner and more refined tracks on my Bandcamp page.

Jfmurphy