New album out now:
https://timmakesmusic.bandcamp.com/album/rock-bottom

Lyrics:
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
feeling kind of funny,
so I withdrew all of my money

and I

called you up and said "I'm sorry,
please come with me. I've had about a year
of bad days in the span of a week, and I

wanna get away, wanna get away,
to a place where I can sleep,
fall in love eternally."

"So when you hear this, give me a call.
I've still got your number saved,
I'm still dreaming of your face,

and I

Don't know if you know I wrote you a song,
don't know if you ever sing along;
don't know if you know I kept those love notes
that we wrote when we were young.

Don't know if you know I wrote you a song
don't know if you ever sing along;
don't know if you know I still write love notes
like we wrote when we were...

"When you hear this, give me a call,
I've acquired one-way tickets
to the ending of it all."

Hung up the phone, hung up the phone,
took off alone again,
drove up I5 towards my inevitable end.

I left my message at the tone,
I've locked the door, I'm coming home.
I've hit rock bottom, so I know
there's nowhere left to go but...

rock bottom

At The Tone

Album available for download here:
https://tgoodwin.bandcamp.com/album/college-is-for-suckers

Until We Meet Again

Release

Iwatodai Dorm Turns Up

From my upcoming album "Trash Can Letters".
Download it soon at tgoodwin.bandcamp.com.

Lyrics:
I've got a magic box
in my hands
that connects me to the world
in ways that my great-grandfather
could never have imagined.
No, he could never know
what it's like to feel alone
when there's so many people just under your fingers.

I've got a magic box
in my hands
that distracts me from the world.
Who needs Mother Nature
when you're killing Father Time?
We're the bastard children of
Uncle Greed and corporate love,
and we carry that heritage with us wherever we go.

Let's cut our charging cords
and turn the TV off.
Let's tell the power company that we deserve a refund.
Let's pick our laptops up
and throw them out the windows.
Let's all talk for once instead of hiding behind a screen.

I've got a magic box
in my hands
that can tell me what I need to know,
if only I knew what to ask it.
My box knows everything
except the one thing that I need:
Tell me, please, how do I feel alive?

I've got a magic box
in my hands
that will never control me.
No, it will never control me.

Trash Can Letters

Magic Box

Lyrics:
Trash can letters,
addressed to you:
Filled with insincere apologies
and half-hearted analogies,
how rude, how rude.

Trash can letters,
it can't be true:
All these words now are worthless,
the future uncertain,
I'm certainly hurting,
are you? Are you?

Maybe someday
I'll think of better words to say,
I'll write them in a letter
that I won't throw away.
String together sentences that I'm
sure will make you stay.
Maybe someday.

Trash can letters
have all been torn
into confetti.
I know it sounds petty;
I'm sore, so sore.

Trash can letters
litter the floor.
Maybe they're better
as paper machete
or poor origami.
I'm torn, so torn.

Maybe someday
I'll think of better words to say,
I'll write them in a letter
that I won't throw away.
String together sentences that I'm
sure will make you stay.
Maybe someday.

No words can describe how much you're worth.
No metaphors can paint you picture-perfect.
No letters will ever change your heart.
I guess some letters are better left unsent.
I guess I'll just take out the trash.

NEW ALBUM OUT NOW: https://timmakesmusic.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Sixty grand and four years later
and I'm still unsure of my place
in this twisted shifting cosmos,
in the warmth of your embrace.

Have I proved my life has value?
Have I proved intrinsic worth
with this flimsy piece of paper
that's a blessing and a curse?

But as long as I'm with you,
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're still here,
I'll be alright.

All these songs add up to a giant
lump sum of fearful angst,
and the weight of my soul debt
has pulled the bliss out of my face.

Existential supernovas keep
imploding in my mind.
Seems the more I search for answers,
the more questions that I find.

But as long as I'm with you
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're still here,
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're alive,
I'll be alright.
As long as I'm with you.

Yeah, as long as you're still here,
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're still here,
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're still here,
I'll be alright.
Yeah, as long as you're still here.

...do doo do do doo, do doo do do doo
do doo do do doo, doo doo do doo do...

CRISIS MODE!

DIY solo bedroom punk;
and other odds and ends.

Tim Makes Music

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