We are so close to something

trashy kind of banjo tune. all my tunes are recorded with a banjo electric bass and programmed drums. I also use tambourines and other computerized pianos and stuff.

Son of  salesman

different paced tune also done with banjo and just tambourine. i have yet to think of a lyric for it and may just keep it instrumental.

Tempered clue

if i am walking down
walking down the levee
with my hands a heavy
and my thoughts are stretching
looking for a woman with no man
thats why  i am crying
i got the missippis heavy water blues
thats what they'll tell ya
never pay your dues
id have to say its better
keep the point nice and slick
and shine with sarcastic spit
my voice might just shatter
i never climb the  ladder
or have no serious thoughts
for heavy media spots
i aint gonna do no better
or try to memorize the letter
about the inkblots and furious tempo
might just stop and which one is the top is the top
behind a redtape smile and then a conscript style
i suck at least a mile
i see the rush loading up and burning minutes that flatter
which one's the bad one which one is the cop 
which ones the spotted leopard 
g g g give it to me
cuz dark is so much better
they'll pull the flesh from the frame
oh earth and worms have  their claim
another cliche for game
well flank the back of the mob
they'll call it all a  boycott 
the soap washes down the thief
they might need just some relief
they might budge half an inch
i d rather thorns scratch my itch


Candy painted skull

my hands are clean said the man with the mask
the crinkling cutting sound of cellophane over intersecting thoughts
like blisters oozing co-dependent slime
admitter-receiver
words with the double blind
the study, yeah, that is it
perusing the yellow gold safe's with some kind of pornography
throat grabbing, white knuckle, southern tenderness
more of this and thats 
as bovine foster parents can't barely light a match
the rough spot on yr teeth like phosphorous
and who has really seen that thing anyway
some fuck at ibm
yeah, the trophy with the placard beneath that said, "the one that got away"
the ghost of a braincell
that looked a lot like jelly 
a non objettive form a fork and bowl covered in hollow animal fur

and to that we raise our glasses with old uncle papa looking over us
in his key west underwear
renting bikes out and selling housekeeps to the prostitutes of his bankrupt
mind
i will be the first to poison the foodbanks
and strategically plant diseases only to be left with a ten year supply of cheetohs
and comb over weekend getaways 
where, yeah, here it is, i am your therapist for a bloody wound
here is your nucleus pulposus under disco light 
ever speeding up
the dancers are nodding out from crocodile sweat and skid row 
insurance fraud
but breakfast could only be served

the pastoral scene spreads like legs, butter, and our vocabularies.

Hands are'nt clean

Unkle sweat pk1 (demonstration)

go down to that ditch down there and bring me all of my MONEY
don't care if the neighbors freak and stare as long as you bring me, my money.
that little white church down there...




dead horse sonata ..

Arsenal mix 1

will r 
recorded while doing laundry and drinking budweiser. that night was curiously freezing in the attic. we drank to stay warm and Will was really patient as I was just learning how to run my mixing desk. badass session!  

Barrow alaska women w.r. 1

Short demo reel of recordings within the last month

Demo reel

Greg mp3

Band: Oscillators
Song: Come Together
Songwriter: The Beatles


Notice: This song is for demo purpose only. Please DO NOT distribute for sale.

Come together master 1.1

baptist field recording w/ background commentary during his valedictorian speech about jizza. 

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