Bill, In Repose

Bill is in repose, and has been for so long now.
No one knows where he goes, when Bill is in repose


but it's been at least 5 years now. He hasn't moved, or said a word.
we begin to worry about Bill. When we worry about him at all.


We can hear no sign of breathing but Bill is deep that way
We're sure he must be dreaming, but he will never say


but it's been at least 5 years now. He hasn't moved, or said a word.
we begin to worry about Bill. When we worry about anything at all...


Solo


He never moves a muscle. He never blinks an eye.
Sometimes we worry about Bill. When we worry about anyone but ourselves


Bill is in repose...
Bill is in repose...

Stars Separate The Night

What part of me belongs to you?
The answer would be; none.
And no matter what you say to me
I will never be more than one.
To you, or anyone else.


CHORUS
Drape the night in Shadow
And hide the rest in lies


What do I care, what you have done?
I couldn’t care less If I tried
And though treat me like a hired hand
I will never be your guide
find the way yourself

chorus
SOLO


Bathe the night in Monet light
And shroud the stars in dreams


There are two worlds, where I belong
but only one of them is mine.

The Lisa Show

Ah, Lisa
What a great GREAT theme for one of the best Humans who has ever lived!

10 Master

Dark was the night.
And as the pale reeds bent into the wind
They made a sound
They made a sound

Dark was the night.
The night can be anything that you want it to be
That you want it to be…

Dark was the night.
In truth there was no two of us.
At all.
No frame, no door.
No wall. No floor

Dark was this life.
And life can be anything that you want it to be
That you want it to be…
That you want it to be…

Dark was the night.
And something moving in the trees
Something wrong….
It made a sound
It made a sound

Ferguson

I don't need to explain this one. If you are looking for a soundtrack to the revolution , this isn't it. It is meant to convey my sadness at the way the world is, or at least, as it seems to me. One of my friends said that he heard hope in it. Maybe....
Rumtoad- Guitar, Bass, Keyboards.
Daniel Crommie- Flutes

When the War Begins

If you have been following the news in the United States, every ass clown with a new tinfoil hat has been crawling out from under the teabag to spread ill-will and bullshit. They seem to think that Democrats could NEVER fight back if they decide to push for a Liberal "Final Solution". Thats ok. Let them think that...

Rumtoad- Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Piano, Synthesizer, Drum Pattern

The Future is a Horse

Just word-play, but I was aiming for a feeling of dis-jointed-ness

Rumtoad- All instruments, patterns

The Future Is A Horse by Rumtoad

The King Is Dead

the King is dead, as is if he had never been
the King is dead, and his dreams die with him
and my head is full of clouds
and time has lost all meaning

But the world didn't end, at least for the moment
and help wasn't needed...the death toll was minimal
and my heart is filled with fear
there is nothing here worth saving.


The King is dead, long live the King
from deepest Fall into the wall
and in the end he didn't mean a thing
the king is dead long live the King


But the world didn't end, at least for the moment
and help wasn't needed...the death toll was minimal
and my heart is filled with fear
there is nothing here worth saving.


The King is dead, long live the King
from deepest Fall into the wall
and in the end he didn't mean a thing
the king is dead long live the King


The King is dead, Long live the King
The King is dead, Long live the King
The King is dead, Long live the King

Klickitat

this is another piece I have been tinkering with. It is an unfinished demo, but like "In Lucid Moments", I really like the feel of the basic demo.
Rumtoad- Everything

In Lucid Moments

This is a new piece I have been working on. I sent it to Daniel Crommie to play with, so the final version will be different. In the meantime, I am proud of the David Sylvian-like quality of this demo.
Rumtoad- Everything

Milgrams 37

This is a cover of a Peter Gabriel track that he wrote in the very early 80's after learning about Stanley Milgram and his Teacher/learner experiments regarding the ability of central figures to coerce subjects to commit unspeakable acts against others because of their supposed authority. In the experiments, "teachers" were required to administer increasingly toxic doses of electro-shock to "learners" if they did not answer questions correctly. The "learners" were actually actors, but the "teachers" did not know this, and more than 60% were willing to administer lethal doses of electricity before questioning the right of the researchers to allow this kind of experiment. I draw corollaries between Milgram and the real world every time I interact with fellow humans. All together now "We do what we're told, told to do"
Milgrams 37 by Rumtoad