Episodes

  • Twilight of the Gods

    Twilight of the Gods
    Nov 1 2024
    Twilight of the Gods It wasn’t about hope They just couldn’t take a joke But they let you run your mouth Because it gave them more rope You said they’d remember your name For all the honor in literary fame But you wound up crying outside your mother’s In the rain Twenty-five years to retire An indefinite date to expire Almost got fired over a pothole Dad never taught you how to change a tire Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? And what of your friend’s silver dreams? All the pool parties, beers, rehearsed scenes You’ve got to be slapped by real life To comprehend what fantasy means You always had a soft spot for Angela Even when she yelled at ya The flower in her hair Was a yellow chrysanthemum And her soulmate Blaine’s persistent tinnitus Combined with his chronic right shoulder bursitis Compromised the showcase after those Fringe suits had hyped it Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? To whom do you owe the pleasure? Of carrying on You don’t even need To fill out a form You just keep waking up Even when you’ve had enough To take your swing, shoot your shot
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    5 mins
  • Paradigm (demo)

    Paradigm (demo)
    Oct 25 2024
    Paradigm
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    4 mins
  • At The National Show

    At The National Show
    Oct 8 2024
    At The National Show A cloudless summer day Got off the wrong stop on the train Before the low-hanging night Was engulfed by rain I was walking through the park And the show decided to start Heard the man singing about soul And I moved nearer to take part Had ventured out solo Instead of staying home A few of my recent dates Were like talking to a stone I swear I felt you there And in my memory I see your hair Hanging off the back of a black raincoat You always say you’d never wear Isn’t it funny? How we almost met before we met That was a world ago At The National show I was so goddamn tired of being alone Aimless empire nights Patrolling shadows beneath the lights Staring into some tinted window Set at an unreachable height I emailed gibberish to my professors Because I was nobody’s successor I just couldn’t bridge that distance between Anonymous and successful It was like I could disappear Without having any there to get back here There was only rock and roll baseball To treat my lancing fear Chorus Strolling with soggy shoes Following the mid-set monsoon I was thinking about The Land of Oz And destined for my quiet bedroom It was only four more months Until I’d feel your touch Previously my love life had been like An album release where nobody comes It was first the sound of your voice Inviting me into a choice The tone was like smoky cinnamon Incinerating every other noise I’d torn up a lottery ticket Over someone’s rude opinion I’d rather the dignity of a nobody Instead of being a paid minion Chorus
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    5 mins
  • when it rains these days (demo)

    when it rains these days (demo)
    Oct 6 2024
    When It Rains These Days Have you ever felt Like you were just watching your life? Staying alive Opting for flight instead of fight The hours pass They assume you have nothing better to do Than to pace in a room Speaking the untrue Lightening in the sky The twilight of the popular mind If the wind-up toys ever remember They made themselves blind And when it rains These days It feels like forever And when you ask When I might feel better I say, “maybe, baby, if we Get a change in the weather.” Have you ever known? You were throwing it away Based on a bill due to pay Tomorrow and yesterday For everything we want Because what we believe we need And compromise is an indignant child With an open mouth to feed Yet if you don’t participate They will find another Who wears your clothes, cashes your check And visits your mother And when it rains These days It feels like forever And when you ask When I might feel better I say, “maybe, baby, if we Get a change in the weather.” Have you ever wondered Who is living in your house? When you see it from the street Inside a shadow of doubt So kick some burnt leaves Into the gutter of your youth We’re all running out of time Which we may accept or refuse The conclusion is in doubt If it remains the same regardless Between gravity, the moon, deep sleep Servants, saints, the faithful and godless And when it rains These days It feels like forever And when you ask When I might feel better I say, “maybe, baby, if we Get a change in the weather.” Coda: All under the same sky Imprisoned by the same why All frozen in time Through a ghost lover eyes
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    4 mins
  • Blunderland (demo)

    Blunderland (demo)
    Oct 4 2024
    Blunderland The streetlights glowed Chrystal white Against a confetti veil Of falling snow We looked to the left, looked to the right Picked nowhere in particular To go The champagne was nestled In the crook of your scarecrow arm We thought we’d spend The rest of our lives Never hearing an alarm Blunderland, Blunderland I guess it’s hard to understand How heavy reality rests In the palm of an ordinary man Blunderland There was a man dressed Like Santa Slumped against a blue mailbox His cotton-beard was decorated With an authentic December frost You leaned to touch his shoulder He acted like he’d been throttled He called you a cop And tried stealing your Cherry-tinted bottle Blunderland, Blunderland We got into our hotel And there was an isosceles On the wall You gazed upon The street beneath us Said, “it doesn’t feel like I thought.” So I held you from behind Put a peck on your left ear Told you, “You’ve only been Conditioned by cinema, my postmodern dear.” Blunderland, Blunderland But still you were troubled And ambled for the inviting emerald Loveseat With a mirthless sigh and muttered, “why,” You kicked the suede boots from Your ballerina feet You let the bubbly Simply sink against your side I was suddenly gripped by the realization You would never be my bride Blunderland, Blunderland I said, “Monica, please rise,” And your fluttered eyes meant you were Listening I told ya, “don’t let this city get you down, because someday We’ll be reminiscing,” Over the whirlwind since graduation And the noises in our heads The little crack in the corner of your ceiling Where those nocturnal spiders Spun their fragile webs Blunderland, Blunderland
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    10 mins
  • Letter to my Double: Was I overly cynical about the Yankees in 2024?

    Letter to my Double: Was I overly cynical about the Yankees in 2024?
    Sep 22 2024
    Have I been too much of a cynical Yankees fan? Does it have to do with a 'Boomer mentality' that I subconsciously adopted?
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    16 mins
  • Letter to My Double #6: One simple stat portrays the fallability of Clay Holmes as a Closer

    Letter to My Double #6: One simple stat portrays the fallability of Clay Holmes as a Closer
    Aug 19 2024
    Checking back-in with another Yankee-Centric episode!
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    24 mins
  • Letter to my Double #5: The MLB All Star Game Kinda Sucks

    Letter to my Double #5: The MLB All Star Game Kinda Sucks
    Jul 17 2024
    The MLB All Star Game is a pretty flawed endeavor, even for a hardcore fan.
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    3 mins