Random selections from ye’ olde days, or just stuff I haven’t made public for a long time for one reason or another.
Re-introducing for the first time since about 2009, today I’m releasing the first demo recording as part of my revisiting the first songs I ever wrote with my first band A Big Dumb Rocketship. To kick things off we have “Infinitive”. When I first approached a kid in my high school named Mike who had been drumming with the only other pop-punk band in our … Continue reading Infinitive
From The Vault circa 2006. Go ahead and send a hurricaneThrough what remains of meCan’t begin to overwhelmEverything clouded by debrisHammer down the picket fenceIt won’t make it through the nightThese bomb shelters can’t protectWhat we never let inside Steady nowStabilizeOn the groundTil it subsidesHold your focusSmile wideSuch a pretty girlSuch captivating eyes At the very least a devastating shock waveTo blow the roof right … Continue reading Shelter
From the Vault, circa 2007 or so. We’re throwing lit matches and you’re spilling gasolineAny kid who’s seen a Hollywood movie knows this is a bad sceneWaiting on the gas leak to settle through this vacancyI might be able to make an entrance but you were always best at exits If this all you wanted then you could have just saidThis is the best you’ll … Continue reading Aesthetics
From the Vault, circa 2006 or so. I remember being heavily into Something Corporate and Jack’s Mannequin when I wrote this one, so if you’re trying to heard that one, think the SoCo “North” record. And if you haven’t heard that one, check it out, it’s arguably one of the best of its genre – I’ll drop a link below the lyrics. Not long after … Continue reading Terminal
From the vault, circa 2006 or so. Back with my first band, we had what I’d describe as a heavy Taking Back Sunday vibe, in the way the lyrics would flow in and out and over top of each other. This is one of those. I’ll be demoing this one out for 2021. Let’s make up for lost timeLet’s make a sceneI can’t remember the … Continue reading Street Signs & City Lights
From the Vault, edited slightly before posting. Originally dated sometime in 2006 or so. Winter’s not so badWhen the snow lands on rooftopsAnd the ice begins to bindLocking everything downBut for a moment, the world is stillNot that those houses have legsBut boy, those walls sure could talkCould’ve fooled me anyway It’s twenty below and I’m dying of heatMust be all that hot air escaping … Continue reading Twenty Below
The cool air acts as a net, wrapping the trees in its hollow embraceThe dewey fog resting quietly over the lake,protecting the creatures below while they sleepThe distance becoming even more distant – hidden,in plain sightThe water lays still, invitinglybut just a drop of it is enough to send a chill up your spineA line sinks into the waterLost to the thick algae beneathThe tiny hairs … Continue reading Rabbit Bay
If these walls could talk, surely, they’d screamSo loud that this whole house would shakeAnd there I’d sit,restlessly, anxiouslyOn the bed I’d grown into and out of,Under the same frames holding the same pictures that have faded from each days protruding sunlight This room where I spent so many nights laying awakeDesperately searching for some semblance of worthiness, of purpose,Watching the cracks inch from floor to … Continue reading These Walls
This is an old Fable I wrote sometime circa 2006 for in high school. It’s pretty fun. Enjoy! Tabby & The Kodiak Bear One evening while taking a stroll in the woods, Tabby the cat came across a cave. It was dimly lit by torches hanging on the walls, and Tabby could see many paintings. Upon entering the cave, she came across … Continue reading Tabby & The Kodiak Bear
Tonight I sit in the loneliest of all roomsIt’s full of colour and pictures of a happy childhoodThe light comes in from three big windowsand I can see kids riding their bikes on the streetSo happy, so naiveWhen I close my eyes I can feel it.I want to feel it.Make me blind. Tonight I stand on the tallest of all bridgesThe cities alive in the … Continue reading Funeral For A Friend
Crooked Forest 