Lets face it. I play guitar so much better than i can sing. it took me like 20 takes to get this one passable take haha. I dont care about the quality right now I just wanted to finish the song. I just felt like i needed a win right now.

in this looney bin

we stare at eyes

that stare back

and we could have been

im scared to think you may never win

in this looney bin

the doctors prescribe me the right kind of medicine

its the only thing that i find consistent

in this looneybin we'll escape these rules and world that never gave an inch

the doctors keep on losing their patients

but its a dream, we're all asleep

in our beds wrapped in hospital sheets

we're all asleep, we're all at peace

sleeping in our beds tonight

intros looney bin we're just a shell of the selves that we have checked in

this place has sucked the life from those who've lived

in this looney bin we love the side effects from the drugs that we're taking

its like a movie but just without a good endingå

intros looney bin we believe all the lies the doctors put inside our heads

its the only thing that ever makes sense

tonight tonight tonight, we'll be all right

love this song

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taking a break from recording myself singing and playing guitar. my fingers hurt and my throat is getting all fucked. I wrote this song a few months ago. I just felt like finishing it.

Just got back from Santa Rosa. Awesome folks up at Roaring Mouse productions. There's a possibility of a music video shoot this wednesday. Oh well, I gotta head out to Fairfield to pick up a check. Real estate video tours = easy money.

A Perfect Component In An Imperfect Machine

Recorded live at 2am. The Kitchen Sink hasn't played any music in months. Coming back to it after a long break discovered a newfound sense of maturity in the style of music we're now producing. lyrically, and musically I'm at a point where these things are more and more becoming a necessity to survive. Heres the lyrics below:

you move your lips to music you don't understand

you hold your head up high inside an empty hand

this is how you sleep at night

you took a lifetime of losing

scored a symphony of regret

the soft sound of failure, so soothing

your own underrated duet

if you put up enough walls you'll build it

a house with no windows or doors

and although the sunlight wont fill it

you'll still have a home to call yours

this is how you sleep at night

you're a perfect component

in an otherwise imperfect machine

and although you don't show it

the thought of success is frightening