this page is for songs that are more or less finished, but haven't found their way onto a CD yet. some of them might not ever make it onto a CD. Scroll down for lyrics and a few rough audio recordings.

here's a link to a compilation i began called "falling in, falling out." it's been tabled indefinitely. it's a good album, full of confessional singer-songwriter angst that is bound to make a million dollars.

a murder of crows the spirit of amelia this song is not my own all we ever leave behind hate the hate

unpublished song lyrics:

a murder of crows (listen)

sit stone silent
greet the sweet embrace of darkness
as the gentle hand of evening
slows the beating of your heart

but not your head - these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

friends bear faithful witness
as a one-eyed priest looks on.
and the nameless angel fights you
with your hip out of joint

but not your head - these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

it may take these words from your head,
or the life from your body as you lie in bed
but grit your teeth and hold your fingers true
'cause no, my friend, no - it'll never take you.
no, my friend, no - it'll never take you.

the spirit of amelia
"KHAQQ calling itasca. We must be on you but cannot see you.
gas is running low: we are flying north and south."

in a world of crazy circumstance,
children's books and rocket ships,
at six years old i was bound for the stars.
my heros were all travelers:
jacques cousteau and curious george,
and a woman who would fly around the world.
as a child i dreamed i'd find her plane,
and pull it from the sea again,
so the world would know the truth about that flight.

i was born with the spirit of amelia,
and ferdinand magellan by my side
there's the ghost of edmund hillary,
and he smiles as he salutes to me
and says "son, that's one hell of a ride."
the spirit of amelia.

we push ourselves against the world,
because it's there, because we must.
courage is the price we pay for peace.
and the ones who never understand
suck through their teeth and shake their heads
as another lonely traveller plays her hand.
she's lost the man on the radio,
no fuel left, and on she goes,
straining with her life to find land.

she was born with the spirit of amelia,
and captain tania aebi by her side
there's the ghost of st. exupéry,
and they smiles as they salute to me
and say"son, that's one hell of a ride."
the spirit of amelia.

"itasca, where are you?"
"itasca, where are you?"

this song is not my own

all we ever leave behind

hate the hate

in her darkest night of anguish - who heard?
in his raging through the floorboards - who heard?
'cause this is more than a fist in a plaster wall
she's still paying with her life for what you stole

this page is for songs that are more or less finished, but haven't found their way onto a CD yet. some of them might not ever make it onto a CD. Scroll down for lyrics and a few rough audio recordings. a murder of crows the spirit of amelia this song is not my own all we ever leave behind hate the hate

unpublished song lyrics:

a murder of crows (listen)

sit stone silent
greet the sweet embrace of darkness
as the gentle hand of evening
slows the beating of your heart

but not your head - these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

friends bear faithful witness
as a one-eyed priest looks on.
and the nameless angel fights you
with your hip out of joint

but not your head - these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

it may take these words from your head,
or the life from your body as you lie in bed
but grit your teeth and hold your fingers true
'cause no, my friend, no - it'll never take you.
no, my friend, no - it'll never take you.

the spirit of amelia
"KHAQQ calling itasca. We must be on you but cannot see you.
gas is running low: we are flying north and south."

in a world of crazy circumstance,
children's books and rocket ships,
at six years old i was bound for the stars.
my heros were all travelers:
jacques cousteau and curious george,
and a woman who would fly around the world.
as a child i dreamed i'd find her plane,
and pull it from the sea again,
so the world would know the truth about that flight.

i was born with the spirit of amelia,
and ferdinand magellan by my side
there's the ghost of edmund hillary,
and he smiles as he salutes to me
and says "son, that's one hell of a ride."
the spirit of amelia.

we push ourselves against the world,
because it's there, because we must.
courage is the price we pay for peace.
and the ones who never understand
suck through their teeth and shake their heads
as another lonely traveller plays her hand.
she's lost the man on the radio,
no fuel left, and on she goes,
straining with her life to find land.

she was born with the spirit of amelia,
and captain tania aebi by her side
there's the ghost of st. exupéry,
and they smiles as they salute to me
and say"son, that's one hell of a ride."
the spirit of amelia.

"itasca, where are you?"
"itasca, where are you?"

this song is not my own

all we ever leave behind

hate the hate

in her darkest night of anguish - who heard?
in his raging through the floorboards - who heard?
'cause this is more than a fist in a plaster wall
she's still paying with her life for what you stole

but
i will not feed the rage
i will not stoke this fire
i will not hate you back
i will not cut you down

an eye for an eye, and i'd tie your neck and hold you down
a tooth for a tooth, i'd fuck you screaming on the ground
my eyes could shatter mirrors and turn medusa's heart to stone
i hate the hate, but i will not be overcome.

chorus

she was fourteen and she was twenty-five.
she was just six years old when you took away her life

chorus

no, i will not cut you down.
i will not cut you down.