Cougar tracks

Drawing Board

80s meets 90s and gets knocked up in the back alley.

But what would you have me do with a pattern of lies and nonsense?
In a rhythm of sin, non-stop win, in a moment of pride we lose it
We sit on our hands, making no plans, biding our time just waiting
We know what we do and do it well: play on the parts that wear you down
So a little more time would be nice to admit that you're mine and own it
If you think you're fine, you're half right. I'm deaf, dumb and blind to reason
We sit on our hands, making no plans, biding our time just waiting
We know what we do and do it well: prey on the parts that wear you down
In the past, all that you had you had real bad
Now everything that you can grab, you want it
In the middle of night do you think twice? Are you just as sold sober?
Oh don't tell me, 'cause honestly it's much too much information

Sit on our Hands

An ear on the rail and an eye on the street
A finger on the pulse so I don't skip a beat
Take a little step, take a holiday
Stand in the waves and dare them to slow your heart

Digging for diamonds, digging with spades
Singing in clubs to lonely hearts
Searching for sense in grinding the street
Non stop hustle, first world beat

Till now everything I knew of survival was
Dirty words
This place, there are no rivals and the only law
The finest of survival

Till now...
...the finest of the 
Heroes, rivals
Departures, arrivals
News that travels
The finest of survival

Finest of Survival

Got together with a bunch of old friends in a remote location in Alberta, Canada and recorded this folky little number.

Tiles & Mortar

Builds a cabin with his own bare hands and turns a mountain lion into a wedding dress

Simian Princess

It's a band with three guys who are all exactly the same height and build.  Demos and musings from a gluten heavy, saturated fat diet of 80s and 90s.

Cougar tracks

Stray Cougar