Scapegoat was written during a hot summer while sick with covid - loosely follows a person trapped in a coercive situation. 

Scapegoat

Señor (Tales of Yankee Power)

A vignette into the hard times of the past... 

Hard Pills

Lovely song by Lukas Nelson - rehearsal recording

Set Me Down on a Cloud

L and N Don't Stop Here Anymore

Working up a section of a longer piece. This is a first run-through of this part's second guitar over the loop. After listening to it several times over the last five days since I recorded it, I am now calling it "Lots of Wind In My Sail."

Lots of Wind In My Sail

Lots Of Wind In My Sail

Two people to bury. Eight graves purchased. Time to do some advertising.

Lyrics:
I've got a grave for sale
I've got a grave for sale
My daddy bought it
But I don't want it
I got a grave for sale

Fire will liberate me
Fire will liberate me
One place won't hold it
Gone body won't hold it
Fire will liberate me

If you are reading this ad
If you can hear what I say
I won't go lie with them
Will you go lie with them?
Make me an offer today

Father did everything right
My father did everything right
There's Mom and some flowers
There's millions of hours
And I won't be there when I die

Grave For Sale

Lego Hundy is(?) was a project of Sean Burress and I. I wrote and recorded this instrumental thing, and Sean added the beats and the amazing synth part on the bridge. I brought the track to Clark Grant at House of Watts' studio in Butte, and he got Patrick to play sax on the track. I edited the whole thing together, and Sean remixed it and mastered it. Recording was in 2017 maybe? So. Many. Songs. floating about. We love this one. It's not like any of the others.

Boathouse

Lego Hundy - Boathouse

Some old friends posted an older photo of themselves at their happiest in Sedona, AZ. Another old friend saw the photo and thought it was present-day, and exclaimed excitedly "Are you back in Sedona!!!?" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and i wrote the song.
LYRICS:
In a universe that's parallel, maybe it's just our past.
We escaped, our little Hell, but of course that didn't last.
We could see, all the degrees, temperature, and view.
All the rhymes came easily, nothing was askew.

What was clear was everything, you can see that in our eyes.
Imagine that, we whispered then, before they fall, our tears are dry.
We left our woods, the maples there, and we unspooled into a space
And then the sun, the sandstone storm, and then the sun was in our face.

Are you back in Sedona?
I hope you're back in Sedona...
You should sit right down and stay
I hope this picture's from today...

Anyway, we're here at home, we have a fire on the hearth.
Outside the snow, won't let us go, this happens every March.
Thanks for checking in my friend, Massachusetts holds us tight.
But ask again, please, any time, ask if we are breathing all that light.... (Say...)

Are you back in Sedona?
I hope you're back in Sedona...
You should sit right down and stay
I hope this picture's from today...

Are You Back in Sedona

Are You Back In Sedona?

Featuring Javier Ryan on Synths and Drum Machine

Kettle On

There's a line of red, the night is done
What the wind just said, you gotta walk - no, run
You're alone at home and the house is old
Residue of a dream, it makes you cold
So you put the kettle on...

You have a problem, now you're hand to chin
Chairs, table, a friend and then begin
Grind it out - your nose is making sparks
You are building Rome and this is how it starts...

Room temperature you go nowhere
In the dark you think you need some air
You light a fire underneath your stairs, climbing's come and gone
Screaming, steaming finally you're there
Because you put the kettle on....

Señor (Tales of Yankee Power)

Palomino Breeze

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