a joke song - an homage to my favorite old surrealist comedy group - Firesign Theater - and a song about the human condition - all rolled into one! (but mostly just a joke song...)

We wrote this one when Facebook started to gain a lot popularity (way back then...). Elohim (from Moderatto) and David Bojorges contributed with drums and bass guitar, respectively.

This is a song about not giving up on yourself or the one you love.

I wrote this one when I was 17. My uncle wrote the lyrics. Decades later, Improbable People recorded it with a new arrangement.

I wrote this song for my dad who has been battling cancer...though it can also have several different interpretations depending on the listener's circumstances.

Written between breakfast & lunch as a songwriting exercise to see how it worked to start with one short chord & melody idea. 1st - 4 minute cut of the idea, 2nd - no-rules melody variations search, 3rd - expand on a lyric idea. Fun process.

This is actually a song I wrote after thinking of life without my current girlfriend...not technically a breakup song...

Oh darlin
Wont you let me
In, you've locked it
All inside and
People aren't
So scary, we
Don't scratch
Or chase
Or growl
Or bite (we're not animals).

Oh darlin
Wont you speak your
Fears in whispers
I wont mind
Tell me darkness
Tell me secrets
Trade your worry
For the light.

Cause I dont wanna see
You tremble
I don't wanna see
ya scared
There's nothing out there, oh
There's nothing out there

Am/G, C, F
Oh darlin
Lies are heavy
Masquerading
Wrong from right
Truth is simple
Love feels warm and
Friends can share
The weight in life.

C/G Am, F/C Am, F
I dont wanna see
You tremble
I don't wanna see
ya scared
There's nothing out there, oh
There's nothing out there

And if ya wrestling
With those sleepless nights
Kicking blankets
In your aching mind
Close ya little tired eyes
And let go, go, go, go

Cause I dont wanna see
You tremble
I don't wanna see
ya scared
There's nothing out there, oh
There's nothing out there

Oh darlin

The story a a hired-gun called Gentleman Jack, who it is alleged, kept comprehensive price lists for his work, pinned to the inside of his long black coast!
Vocals by Liz Gilbert