High reverb, hissy, unclean version of a song I wrote in my head last night. studio'd it this morn. Pardon the hiss and the vocals. 
Lyrics:
It's a blue melody in my head, and it's hangin' 'round.
What is it that can be said?
All my fears of dyin' are now dead.
All your promises are still in my bed.
Leave me alone, am I really worth your time?
And maybe it's just a state of mind;
And maybe I'll never feel the same.

Blue Melody Rough Edit

Harmonies with Waters-esque vocals at the end. Another day in the studio :D

The Thin Ice - Pink Floyd (A Capella cover)

A goofy little song for a special individual. 
Lyrics:
Pretty little maiden in the city
With crystals in both eyes.
Dogma rests His head on ashes,
His wings are in the sky.
Every single breath ya heard
were angels murmuring the word "go" "go" "go"
And if I stop and wonder why, I will never figure out my
love for you
Really the best in both of us is just only showing us what we can do
Press over the waterfall, press over the moon
Press over the mountains, tall, 
Hope to see you soon.
So many smiles I've past dead
So many miles lie ahead that I

Hope that I remember how to spell your name
Hope that you remember to write mine too
I love that I can play this dance-like game with you. I don't

Care how burly or straight the weather, 
I'm running out of time.
I pray ya heard me or fare thee better,
I hope you don't mind.
Time, he keeps his steadfast pace,
I will never lose the race for you, it's true.
The hills roll on like idle fears, 
I will count the trifled years in the end
Summertime grows ever near,
All my future lies unclear, but you are true
Press over the waterfall, Press over the moon
Press over the mountains, tall,
Hope to see you soon.
So many smiles I've past dead,
So many miles lie ahead that I

Hope that I remember how to spell your name
Hope that you remember to write mine, too
I love that I can play this dance-like game with you

The city bathes in morning sunlight,
my feet are weary, my eyes grow tired.
Will she be here in the end?
Will i be here in ten or twelve more years?
The answer's question in the end:
Is it really you, my friend?
An austere bird reels in the day,
I look up put down the letter K.


The Letter K

Cover short of a great song, with swoopy, delayed vocals to stay true to that ghost-like folk sound that so perfectly echoes from the trees of French Canada. Last chorus left out for an instrumental doodle.

Under Your Spell - Timber Timbre (Cover)

Drunken rendition of a great song. Solo at 6:30 may actually be worth hearing
Lyrics:
Verse 1
All the years combine
They melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there's just a song
Comes crying like the wind
Through all the broken dreams
and vanished years

chorus:
Stella Blue

Verse 2
When all the cards are down
There's nothing left to see
There's just the pavement left and broken dreams
In the end there's still that song Comes crying like the wind
Down every lonely street that's ever been

chorus:
Stella Blue

bridge:
I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can't win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time
Gonna make 'em shine

Verse 3
It all rolls into one
And nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold for very long
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
Seems like all this life
Was just a dream

chorus:
Stella Blue

Grateful Dead - Stella Blue (Drunken Cover)

A little improvised noodle on a neat sound.

Synth Noodle

A little improvised 2-track guitar noodle. Basically trying to capture that moment-to-moment magic that happens in glorious mixolydian space.

Jordan Seager