Apr 18

Edie's Song

(It's been a while since I posted on here! It's good to be back)

Edie Sedgwick was a socialite who lived in New York City in the 1960's. She has for the most part faded into obscurity, but was very prolific in her lifetime and was known for her striking appearence, eloquent, intense monologues and most famously for her involvement with Andy Warhol and his Factory. Unfortunately her story is a tragic one, and after a lifetime of battles with mental and physical health she died very young. This is my tribute to her.

Were you raised on memories of things that you could never be?
And could you be picked out of a crowd?
Were you told there was no place for a troubled soul with an angel's face
And that you'd fade away without a sound?
But they knew you so well at the Chelsea Hotel
Where you sent them to heaven and gave them all hell
I set out on a pilgrimage, painted in your image
Audio download:
Edie's Song.m4a
Jan 08

Empty Heart/Broken Soul

Jan 07


This scene's alright, I don't think it was here before
Makes you forget what you came in here for
It appeals to the nocturnal breed as they lead
They're looking to feed
All watch your backs tonight
You call this enternainment? I say it's a distraction
You say it's the future, I call it counteraction
Your new's just my old being resold
We can't hear what we're told
Hit the ground running
You think you'll manufacture the coming of the new age?
Try throwing a shaky-kneed kid on that stage
And watch as the revolution is rebirthed
You can't control us, we're not of this Earth
Jan 01

Bringing Back the Past and Predicting the Future

     Bear with me on this one, because I'm on a roll and this is happening whether someone's paying attention or not.
     This Sunday, my preferred morning radio show (Breakfast with the Beatles for anyone who's interested) included an interview with a veteran rock and roll journalist named Jeff Slate. It was an interesting enough conversation, as they moved between Beatle stories of the past and what we can expect from the surviving members in the future. However, near the end of the interview the host asked Slate what role he believed the Beatles and music in general played in the world today. His answer surprised me- and not neccesarily in a good way. 
Dec 03

Only words will last

Rules of verse, prose and rhyme
careful measures, line for line.
What will withstand the trial of time
and fires of our sorrow?

Cloth will rip and buildings fall,
yesteryears machines are no use to us all.
But a phrase scribbled hastily on the wall
will still be there tomorrow.

The stories and songs of all that was achieved
of things we discovered — and that we had to leave.
There's no telling what we will be asked to believe,
the future requires a past.

And what will remain when we're finally gone?
Take note of the times you've been right and wrong,
write down your stories, your thoughts and your songs,
for only words will last.
Sep 25

Just some strangeness...

Sep 07

Where I'm From

Wrote this about a year ago and just rediscovered it.

   Where I’m from
   I’m no one
    Just taking up space under the dying sun where I’m from
   Where I’m from
   You buy your fun
   I can’t forget the things I’ve done where I‘m from 
Every time I woke up I was a little surprised
And I wondered why I kept myself alive
And god knows this place was ready to die
But it was all I’d ever known
And I only ever meant to pass you by
But your home looks so pretty from up in the sky
It’s been a long way and I’m fixing to die
I should’ve thought of that before I left home
But when you looked at me with that empty, burning stare
And you looked right on through my eyes as if I wasn’t there
You took me right on back to the place where I was before
With the stagnant, dirty air
Full of faces I can’t recall anymore
You know I’m not unused to being alone
Audio download:
Where I'm From.mp3
Aug 28


  He wears a crown upon his head
He holds a weapon in his hand
He drags his fingers through the sand
  He holds his poison in his teeth
He knows he hardly has to think
He breathes in sound and spits up ink
And he is blinded by his own light
And he knows no one taught him to fight
Oh, Anthony, talk to me
Oh, Anthony
Just breathe,    breathe
  He throws his ring onto the ground
She throws him out and makes him run
He reaches for his only son
 His lyrics fall on soundless ears
He holds a pocketful of pills
He knows the chaser is what kills
But he knows someone stands behind the lens
And he knows she’ll be there when the vision ends
Oh, Anthony, talk to me
Oh, Anthony
Just breathe,    breathe
  He knows he’ll die the way he lived
He’s so afraid he doesn’t care
He reaches for the empty air
  He keeps it all inside his head
Audio download:
Aug 09

One Thousand Days and Counting


(1st verse)
White noise, check your conscience here
 She said in space there's no room for fear
She kept a picture by the door
 To remind her of the way things were before

(2nd verse)
"Houston, I'm never coming down
I'd rather watch the world keep turning 'round
Up here it's just my rocketship and me
And you can't cry in zero gravity
 She knows there's nothing for her there
As she sits up there breathing prepackaged air
She hates the feel of solid ground
Up here she's a queen without a crown

Who the hell do you think you are?
Caught between Planet Earth and the local star
You better love it up there, sitting all alone
You're one thousand days and counting and you're still not coming home

Just a sailor without a sea
A starspun curiosity
I've lost control
(3rd verse)
Jul 29

Green Light

Hope you enjoy!
(Also keep in mind that this one is a little difficult for me to play on guitar and I didn't practice it much before recording)


(1st verse)
I left the green light on last night
Then stayed awake and wrote your name
I left it well within your sight
So you might come like moth to flame
Come to burn
If I should speak
What would you learn?

Thoughts they rise and fall and fade away
Someday I'll be gone and you might wonder why you stayed

(2nd verse)
All that lies between our minds
Are years of which you're unaware
In the dark you cannot find them
So I sigh and keep you there
You cannot know
For if you knew
You might let go

Thoughts they rise and fall and fade away
Someday I'll be gone and you might wonder why you stayed

(3rd verse)
My time is waiting in the wings