Dive deep where daylight dies.

Shanties of the Nightmare Seas is a twisted voyage through the darkest corners of the ocean, where bioluminescence glows like warning signs and ancient horrors still stir below. From parasitic tongues and bone-crushing worms to krakens, sea angels, and bottom-feeding beasts, this 12-track collection blends haunting melodies with sea shanty grit and dream-fueled nightmares.

Inspired by true deep-sea monstrosities and surreal dreams, these songs aren't just about survival—they're about what survives after you’re gone.

Brought to you by Botany with Friends, this is the sea as you've never heard it before: hungry, haunting, and horrifyingly catchy.

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Reset My Body

Legs Like Towers

Motherships or Mother Scallops_

"The Single No One Asked For" is a chaotic collection of sharp wit, raw confessions, and tongue-in-cheek anthems. From the absurd energy of Poop Shoot Salad to the haunting weight of Routine Feels Like Death, every track swings between humor and heart. It’s part comedy, part catharsis, and fully unfiltered — the kind of album that makes you laugh, nod, and maybe question what playlist you just stumbled into.

Whether it’s riding shotgun with me the Uber Guy, getting lost in Frozen Waste, or shouting along to Domino Train Rollin, this release proves that even the tracks “no one asked for” might be the ones you need

These are the Tracks that didn't fit into my CD catalog. Someone told me to get off band camp, so I must be doing something right so heres more songs.

Leave Me Alone or Listen

Sharpen your spurs and hoist the sails—this album takes you where the Wild West collides with the high seas.
Cactus Compass is a rowdy mash-up of saloon swing, pirate shanties, and desert outlaw grit. From the dusty piano rolls of “Saloon Swing & Swashbuckle” to the raucous mischief of “Parrot at the Poker Table”, every track is a showdown between cactus-studded trails and cannon-lined decks.

Whether you’re marching with the “Wagon Train Galleon,” stomping through the “Prairie Plank Walk,” or nursing a drink at the “Cactus Juice Cantina,” this is an adventure that drinks whiskey neat and chases it with salt air.

Expect banjos, fiddles, accordions, and a chorus of rowdy voices clinking tankards at the bar—plus the occasional sea spray. It’s outlaw country meets swashbuckling satire, perfect for anyone who’s ever dreamed of drawing six-shooters at dawn and then setting sail by dusk.

Parrot at the Poker Table

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