The Wall

I built a wall – and didn’t scam anyone This song was influenced by another favorite band, The Feelies. By the way, the Feelies were movies in Aldous Huxleys famous novel, Brave New World. Lyrics Yards from my desk There’s a gurgling creek It gives me great solace Where I write tongue in cheek During the Fall When the season will change The trees…


Who Will Save Us From Ourselves? I have always liked The Fall, and so I decided to try to write a Fall-ish sounding song. The Fall were always that band that had that “something” and where they used repetition in a way no other band I know used – and more than just got away with it. Of course, Mark E. Smith and his…

Maybe Tomorrow

Does Hope Have a Statute of Limitations? This is an instrumental piece, but I do have a little lyric or haiku. Maybe tomorrow Ill feel a different way Maybe tomorrow Hope will be here to stay


A Little Empathy Goes a Long Way Toward Healing This week I have written a song using every instrument I have – guitar, bass, violin, piano / synth, lap steel, speak-vocals (German “Sprechgesang“) and mandolin. Its been a blast. Today I wrote this song using a mandolin – which is a challenge – because it screams “Bluegrass” and as much as I love Bluegrass,…

S.O.S (Save Our Ship)

The Oarsmen at the River Styx . . . Lyrics: The Universe is our Ocean Mother Earth is our Ship Save Our Ship

The Schnaug

The Schnaug . . . He only comes out at night He’s an ankle biting dog A schnauzer and a pug dog mix They call him the Schnaug A schnauzer and a pug dog mix They call him the Schnaug He’s low to the ground and built for speed He weighs 300 pounds An under bite and very bad breath They call him the…

Pedaling Backwards

“WHAT, WHO, WHEE” – actual AM Radio Call Signs – when Radio was “The Town Crier” . . . Video might have Killed The Radio Star, but The Internet Killed Community. Back in the 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and the first part of the 70’s, Radio was an integral part of the Community. It was the “Chronicler” of Community, the New Town Crier…

Always The Machine

We start at the bottom As children We ascend to the top Or so we hope Some gain experience And wisdom Some do not Deep inside we know Life is a machine That you can control Take control now Or be controlled

Evil GOP Conmen

Our President evil Is a weapon of mass distraction President double wide big mouth Is all Tweet and no action Many have died Under this Monsters rule He crashed the economy He plays us for fools The only way To Make America Great again Is to rid our suffering country Of these GOP Con men