The fourth instillation of my David Bowie tribute songs. The first three aren't quite perfect enough to share yet, and my fifth through sixty-ninth may take a little bit of time. Nothing remains.

Starman Vol. 4: Through These Clouds, As on Wings.

Conversation piece. A song by David Bowie, leading into a musical re-enactment of the creation of the universe as we know it.

Starman volume 17: Conversation Piece / The Big Bang

The Nod

Bowling? Really? This idiot doesn't know what he's talking about. Get off the roof. Pretty inconsiderate to go bowling on the roof.

Greed Sponge

Serendipity in your smile. You crooked wild, electric child
Divinity in your words, a beaming goddess of other worlds
Emasculating wisdom, unconventional... and then some.
You're bleeding ink all over the place, just know those notebooks did not go to waste
There's such emotion in the masks you make
Such devotion to the paths you take
Love curiously lingers, as we drift along with idle fingers
It's a science to itself; just a lampshade to everyone else
I've run out, Nothing can complete it.
Please come home.

Immaculate and fragile, in your experimental texitles
The translucency of your off-beat dials
Poetic masterpieces, not in file.
And my words for you, these words, on this paper
cannot do this justice, nothing can complete it
It almost was before, through the broken glass, unlocked doors.
Through the letters on those papers, we let slip through the cracks
Those words. Words for you. Written on this paper...
They say: 
"If not soon... maybe later."


Maybe Later

I've taken the main riff from one of my old songs and made an ambient piece of it. For the breakdown I scale back the effects completely and then bring it all back in.

From What I Have Deconstructed

Martian Jungle Funk

Sailboat To The Sun

Another re-working of an old song. It gets pretty noisy at the end. Deal with it.

PFry in Space ii