Faith In Reason

Recorded in June 2008. Best track of the session!

Wallflower

Recorded in June 2008. Words are kinda slurred

You and Yours

Recorded in June 2008. VERY ROUGH TAKE! It's a demo, so keep that in mind

On My Mind

Recorded in June 2008. Final song of the session.

Almost Gone

(Demo version of this song recorded in one take on my phone)
Early one morning while smoking some crack
I smoked a rock of cocaine and shot my woman in the back
Went back home to wash off all the blood
Then hacked her up in a trash bag, dumped her in the rivers' mud

Stayed up through the next morning holding that gun
Smoked some rocks of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They got me in a car chase down in New Mexico

I was shackled in jail by the cops I tried to kill
When in walked a sheriff's deputy from Knoxville
He said "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Black
Your that dirty hack that chopped up your woman out back!"

I said "No, oh no my name ain't no Willy Lee
And you ain't got no warrant, so you can't arrest me!
I ain't committed that felonious offense
And if I did, well then it was all in self-defense!"

Then I was extradited, dressed in black in white stripes
They chained me in a van and roughed me up with a lead pipe
When I got back to Knox County, they denied me bail
Then the dumped my burnt-out carcass in an over-crowded jail

About half a year later, about half past nine
The deputies dragged me out, told me to stand behind a line
Shackled my hands and feet and then clutched my throat
And said "Come one you sick hack, you're going to criminal court!"

They dragged me in the courtroom and my trial began
And I met my public defender, who was a nervous white man
He tried to plead self-defense and insanity
But it was clear the coming verdict from that all-white jury

A month later the trial and jury would conclude
And thanks to the public defender, my defense was miscued
The foreman read, "Guilty of murder in first degree"
I hollered "Lordy, my lawyer better have an appeal for me!"

The judge smiled and said sentencing would begin
The DA recommended death row at Riverbend
And jury had no objections to putting me down
Well I'll never forget the day I cut that bad bitch down

So all you folks gotta listen to me
Get you a good lawyer and let that crack cocaine be!"

Crack Cocaine Blues (Demo)

Only serious cover I will do. (Townes Van Zandt - "The Late Great Townes Van Zandt" 1972)

Snow Dont Fall

A cover of Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen), in a voice I love using to sing classics with. I do not own the song nor make any money from it.

Tom Trauberts Blues (cover)

Better version of this song I promised I would re-record one day. Recorded 02/26/2015

The completed version. All instruments and vocals by me.

Early one morning while smoking some crack
I smoked two rocks of cocaine then shot my woman in the back
Went back home to wash off all the blood
Then hacked her up in a trash bag, dumped her in the rivers' mud

Stayed up through the next morning holding that gun
Smoked some rocks of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They got me in a car chase down in New Mexico

I was shackled in jail by the cops I tried to kill
When in walked a sheriff's deputy from Knoxville
He said "William Lee, your name is not Jack Black
You're that dirty hack that chopped up your woman out back!"

I said "No, oh no my name ain't no William Lee
And you ain't got no warrant, so you can't arrest me!
I ain't committed that felonious offense
And if I did, well then it was all in self-defense!"

Then I was extradited, dressed in black in white stripes
They chained me in a van and roughed me up with a lead pipe
When I got back to Knox County, they denied me bail
Then the dumped my burnt-out carcass in an over-crowded jail

About half a year later, about half past nine
The deputies dragged me out, told me to stand behind a line
Shackled my hands and feet and then clutched my throat
And said "Come on you sicko, you're going down in criminal court!"

They dragged me in the courtroom and my trial began
And I met my public defender, who was a nervous white man
He tried to plead self-defense and insanity
But it was clear the coming verdict from that all-white jury

A month later the trial and jury would conclude
And thanks to the public defender, my defense was miscued
The foreman read, "Guilty of murder in first degree"
I hollered "Lordy, my lawyer better have an appeal for me!"

The judge smiled and said sentencing would begin
The DA recommended death row at Riverbend
And jury had no objections to putting me down
Well I'll never forget the day I cut that bad bitch down

So all you folks gotta listen to me
Get you a good lawyer and let that crack cocaine be!"

Crack Cocaine Blues

I make music because I want to listen to it. It's way to awesome for you to get. I play all the instruments and write all the songs, except where noted. I am on a never ending quest to hear the best music I can make.

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