Most lyrics that I have written tell two different stories. While one is a work of fiction, the other is a little closer to the truth. I’ll tell them both. The Last Satellite tells the story of a boy and a girl, quite possibly the last on earth. The sun and moon have disappeared from the sky...

It came along in the witching hours of eighty-nine Angels became ghosts, morning never came The moon looked down upon her broken frame And lonely, he slowly died away Here it is night, without comfort of time to remind us it will end And darker still, in her heart and on my pen But there is a pale green...

As you know, we recently recorded new material in Altlanta. So far, we have only released two of these songs (Arcadia and The Last Satellite). Hopefully, we will be able to release a few others soon. We are itching to get them out there, but are hoping to be able to release a full album this time...

You may have noticed several changes to our website over the last few weeks. We would like to take this time to thank our dear friends Aaron and Jen Smith who handle our website, out of the goodness of their hearts, from California. We love them and wish them well in all their endeavors. You can catch...