...When the Yankees Seen Him Coming...

He makes an excellent Southerner, wouldn't you say? Maybe that's because he is one :)


Good Day...

...This Guitar Was Given Me...

This is what happens when a musician spends all his time in one room














My Gear














My Crash Pad....when you finish recording at four, do you really want to go to sleep upstairs?
(course, I don't sleep anywhere else anyway :)














and yet more instruments. Nothing is ever enough, you know?















Ten Points if anyone can guess what the thin white sticker says :)


Good Day...

...Walking In Dreams...

written after a strange and wierd dream

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here we are, few of us left standing
a tiny group, fighting all alone
no one would even think of begging
we know that no mercy will be shown

our houses all in view
not a stone's throw from the battle lines
we all know our time is done
clouds have come, the sun no longer shines

see our loved ones, watching from afar
crying as they see us overcome
but we can't stay any longer
we are finished, our long day is done

the last one falls,
the black tide comes rolling, rolling over


Good Day...

...Did You Know...

That Eric is really a folkie, and that I'm really a terrorist?

Good Day...

...Here's to You!...

this is an ode to....well, those to whom it is an ode will know it :)

shadows running twisting back and turning 'round
fading in and out beneath the darkness of the trees
just like lightning, across the hill
fast as you can, hope that no one sees

"where's the night watch gone?" you ask
maybe they're staring at a laptop screen
that's no problem, fine with us
it just helps us keep from being seen

watermelons, poppers on the door
a name on the parking lot
snapdragons on the floor
shaving cream on fence-boards,
yucca plants turned into swords
don't ever put teenagers together
when they're tired and bored

"what can we do tonight?" someone says
"wire the freezer and the kitchen doors"
"if we hit them too hard
they won't let us come back anymore"

watermelons, poppers on the door
a name on the parking lot
snapdragons on the floor
soap bars from the bathroom
underneath a full moon
that's what always happens
with devious minds in bloom

grab your camo,
watch out for the spotlight
run fast as you can,
please don't get in a fight
ru on, run on...till the morning light

watermelons, poppers on the door
a name on the parking lot
snapdragons on the floor
shaving cream on fence-boards,
yucca plants turned into swords
don't ever put teenagers together
when they're tired and bored


Good Day...

PS this is a punk-style song...so it was necessary to make some of the rhyme and meter bad :)