How was I supposed to knowThe time would simply come and go?With so much future in my past,How was I to know? How was I to realizeWhat grows so high must one day dieAnd fall in ashes just like snow?How was I to know? I just want to hold your handLike I did way back… Read More Regret
Images merge together Details fade Though I can remember, much has been lost Clouded thoughts in a crowded place
static and silence flickered waves of blue ghosts trapped in kinescope an eerie image coming through strain to hear the voices cheeks and fingers tingle hot and pluck at pedals for my fortune she loves me not she loves me not.
The CURE Compilation tribute album is out! This is a very interesting collection from a diverse group of artists that any CURE fan will very much enjoy. I did track 16, “Just Like Heaven,” right here in The Underground Studio and am very happy with the results. You can download the entire album or individual… Read More The CURE Compilation Released
And all that comes after, after the laughter, when you can’t hold your breath for one more second, and all the world is turning blue, is you. All that’s left is you.
I’ve been a fool – stumbling in search of light where there is no light, listening for a voice I have long since forgotten. I’ve been a dreamer – believing others believe like me, thinking I can find a place to fit in their world. I’ve been a fool – and everywhere there is silence.
breath rises like prayers for the new year as we set our faces like flints with hope to the promise of spring
Before we fell You could hear the crashing down As we stood among those who thought It could never happen to us
My daughter and I spent some quality time in my Studio, The Underground Sound, over the last few days. We worked on this version of “My Favorite Things” in which she had quite a hand in the overall production and arrangement. I’m a pretty proud papa! I hope you like it, too! Cheers, and Happy… Read More My Favorite Things
Do you know enough to know my name? Do you feel enough to feel pain? Do you trust yourself to trust again – to need a friend? I miss you more. Is it easier to tell a lie, or is it easier to see her cry the very moment that you realize all hope has… Read More A Question of Faith