Smiles Raise Jowls
The prisoners of infinite choiceHave built their house In a field below the woodAnd are at peace. It is autumn, and dead leavesOn their way to the riverScratch like birds…
October 28, 2009
I have written all 14 songs, but now I have to record them and somehow present them here. Some are more challenging to do this with than others. Here is a co-write with my three and a half year old daughter.