(Lyrics) Is it a state of consciousness, or a province?

(Lyrics) A time, a place. A number that keeps confronting me.

(Lyrics) Something hard to come by these days.

(Lyrics) More from the new album. Featuring swirly electronic things!

(Lyrics) This is the title track to our upcoming album. What? Album? No, really! Very soon.

(Lyrics) I think this is a really good song. Hope you agree.

(Lyrics) This was inspired by an article about the earliest days of photography. (Probably the most complicated song here. It goes through at least four different time signatures, only because for some reason, they just felt right.)

For some reason I decided to record a version of this Van Halen party anthem from 1984 and recast it as a sort of mournful waltz.

This is a song by They Might Be Giants. Recorded this version a couple of years ago for a TMBG tribute album that never happened.

(Lyrics) This song fulfills my longtime dream of writing a song with a parenthetical title. The accordion is back in this one, for all you accordion fans out there. It's about the peculiar modern problem of being overwhelmed by information of all kinds, some of dubious origin.

(Lyrics) I had an odd time writing this oddly anthemic song.
It's an odd experience for odd people who enjoy a good odd-fashioned chorus in 9/4.

(Lyrics) Poor Kevin... (He's waiting, you see.)

(Lyrics) A song in defense of that most hated profession, telemarketing. (Vacant Stairs demo.)

(Lyrics) This is the song that would not die, and went through about 10 completely different versions in the last three weeks. Minor key, fast acoustic guitar with some neat effects on the end.

(Lyrics) Some neat backward bits and interesting vocal harmony stuff. Got a penny? Leave a penny. Need a penny? Get a job.

(Lyrics) A song about how seemingly minor things can mean something. Ironically, it is not in a minor key. The bridge has some interesting lead guitar parts, at least by the standards of our somewhat inept lead guitarist.

(Lyrics) This one is about as "hard rock" as we get around here (or as we USED to get, prior to becoming a butt-kicking one-man rockfest extravaganza.)

(Lyrics) A heartfelt plea from a shut-in.

(Lyrics) Dark, arpeggiated guitar with orchestral bits. And it's in 5/8 time! Wow, how about that.

Gentle acoustic rock with accordion. If you're depressed, this one might cheer you up.

(Lyrics) A geometric epic of irregular pathos.

This is a somewhat personal and depressing song that has somehow ended up being highly regarded by people "close to the band."

This is pretty TMBGish. In my opinion one of my catchier songs. The last song written before a two and a half month period of being depressed, quitting my job, moving to Arizona, and having writer's block. Fortunately, that's all over now.

This may be about people who play their music too loud, or it may be about military types. Who knows for sure? It has a cool (but very simple) guitar riff, though. Why does it seem like people who play super-loud music always play crap? You never hear anyone blasting, say, XTC through their 400-megawatt bass system.

I was at the pet store and saw a sign advertising a sale on "Fancy Rats, Large." Why are they fancy, exactly? Well, it turns out that "fancy" means multi-colored, but it still struck me as an odd word to use to describe a rat. Hence, this song.

This has become one of my more well-known songs for its bouncy, old-timey sound and cannibalistic lyrics. The entire song came to me at 2 AM one night as I was just falling asleep, and I immediately had to get up and record the entire thing. A definite Tom Lehrer influence on this one.

Written shortly after Stupe Soleau and has the same synth bell sound as the original version of that song. Based around a funky "Burning Grooves" drum loop. Many people think this song is extremely weird. My apartment had shower curtains on both sides of the shower; one side had an air vent. Air would blow erratically through, causing the inner curtain to billow out. It looked like some kind of giant creepy breathing thing. That is the great big lung of the song's title.

An obnoxious anti-love song with syrupy, John Lennon-y verses and a gritty, synthy chorus featuring my best Billy Corgan impersonation.

I was experimenting with multi-tracked vocal harmonies, and was stuck for lyrics, so I read the back off of a beef jerky wrapper to come up with this little jingle, for which I still have not received a dime (nor a cease-and-desist letter for that matter.)