All Songs

This is our farm dog on his first day on the job, patches is eager and ready to learn and ready for a life that is coming at him fast.

Harley was the best Siberian Husky. In her dreams at night, when the nights were cold, she dreamed of pulling a sled through the Yukon mid winter. This is her song.

King David, before he was King, he was a shepherd. This is the song his dogs would sing.

Bessie has to smell out the Fowl play in the field.

As the Anatolian Shepard watches over the flock in the darkest hour, the enemy is the boredom and loneliness.

An alternate take on the Night Watch theme - a livestock guardian dog's perspective on the solitary, vigilant work of protecting the flock through the night.

A waterfowl retriever's experience of a cold morning duck hunt - the icy water, the marks to remember, and the focused work of the fetch.

The work of pulling a cart to market

Nugget was the one than ran the Kitchen in our home for many glorious years

Time for a nap!

When you have to find someone on the lamb, you call in a trusty tracker!

The shepherd dogs need to get the flock to safety before the huge storms gets to them.

A dramatic duet depicting two working dogs racing against an approaching storm to gather scattered livestock to safety before it breaks.

An avalanche rescue dog's perspective - working through deep snow and bitter cold, trusting training and scent to locate someone buried beneath the silence.

Patches eventually got too old for real work outside. This is him in retirement.

A true story

When you need a little help getting from one place to another

A True Story, other perspective

A comedic Gothic ballad from a dignified English dog's perspective, lamenting the relentless pestering of an energetic Australian Shepherd who just wants to play - a parody of Poe's "The Raven."

Chip loves Ruby and cannot understand why she won't come out and play with him. This is his song.

A lazy afternoon from a dog's perspective, philosophizing about the cost-benefit analysis of moving to better shade versus staying put in the dust. Features a dreamy interlude of perfect shade paradise.

The elves were me a tease now about us having a song with dwarves and and not

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Christmas, new age, baroque pop

A wry reflection on aging and memory loss, finding humor in the irony of depending on AI to remember who we used to be when we were 'built for speed.'

progressive rock, dark atmospheric, odd-time synth rock

When you come across the true vine on a long and lonely night

If Gomer lived today

progressive rock, 1970s rock, dark atmospheric rock

Good Samaritan in song, part 2.

When you meet an elf that is in cahoots with the Orcish horde, bad things happen

chip singing his first lullaby

progressive rock, dark atmospheric rock, art rock

On the rare day, you stack critical hits

This song is for our good Friend who recently lost her father, a man of love, faith, and determination.

A lullaby for Evangeline

A new Dwarf was added to the party, one that has issues

When you get mugged on the road

When you get mugged along the road

progressive rock, 70s rock, synthwave-inspired rock

A love song about the threads that bind us together over decades of marriage

A love song about the threads that bind us together over decades of marriage

A love song about the threads that bind us together over decades of marriage

A love song about the threads that bind us together over decades of marriage

For little boys that need to go to sleep after a very long days of asking "Why?"

Dwarven priorities

progressive rock, 70s rock, art rock

When Alexa gets a little too personal

When Alexa is everywhere

country rock, Texas country, road song, baritone country vocals

When life places a million doors in front of you, which one will you choose?

progressive rock, dark atmospheric rock, art rock

For Pat Walsh

A song for my favorite Monk, Thomas.

A modern day Hosea, Woman leaves, he brings her back

The Good samaritan in song, part 1

country folk, singer-songwriter, acoustic folk

A love song My dad would have written in 1968.

What happens when you ask them to play a lot of notes?

gothic, dark cabaret, classical

Victorian Gothic, gothic classical, baroque dark cabaret

When the rug could change the outcome... But nobody notices that.

Fred the Tribeless just wants to be a chef at a 3* restaurant.

Will the Game Master kill us all?

When you're the first son of a first son of a first son of a first son of a first son. You must be plan A.

when you outsource your entire life to a robot

When the boss keeps piling it on.

How "Spooky Action at a Distance" Came Into Being The song began as a craft challenge, not a song idea. After a productive evening writing whimsical and absurd lyrics — psychedelic 60s nonsense in the spirit of "I Am the Walrus" and a Monkees-flavored AABB piece called "The Vicar's Umbrella" — Rick asked the logical next question for a geek: what if all the words came from scientific white papers? The concept had a literary precedent. Found poetry, sometimes called erasure poetry, is the practice of taking existing prose, lifting phrases verbatim, and arranging them into verse. Jen Bervin does it with Shakespeare. Austin Kleon built a career on newspaper blackout work. A small genre of musicians has set IKEA instructions and software EULAs to music. What Rick proposed was the scientific paper version of the same move. The decision to pull from five wildly different fields was deliberate. The further apart the source vocabularies, the more productive the collision space. The lineup: quantum nonlocality, mycology, deep-sea tubeworm biology, large language model research, and Mars geology. Each field had its own jargon, its own rhythms, its own way of describing the universe. None of the papers knew the others existed. The harvesting phase pulled 40-50 verbatim phrases from each paper — fragments that felt rhythmic, surprising, or accidentally lyrical when removed from context. Phrases like "spooky action at a distance," "mouthless and gutless yet productivity is high," "the model fails gracefully," and "recurring slope lineae, narrow streaks of low reflectance" were already nearly lyrics in their original journal pages. Academic prose has a built-in absurdity when context falls away. The arrangement phase was where the song made itself. Rick's editorial choice was mostly verbatim — every meaningful phrase from a paper, with minor connective tissue (the, and, but, or) and light meter adjustments. The constraint kept the song honest while allowing it to actually sing. A psychedelic baroque pop arrangement was chosen for delivery — Sgt. Pepper-era production with mellotron and harpsichord, a male baritone vocal delivered in academic deadpan. The musical register was crucial: the song had to be cheerful about its absurd material, the way a Monkees song would be. Earnestness would have killed it. The hidden discovery came during writing. Five papers, five fields, no relationship to one another — and yet they all turned out to be about the same thing: communication where it shouldn't exist, endurance in the dark, signals across distance under impossible conditions. Quantum particles. Trees through fungi. Deep-sea organisms. LLMs decoding intent from text. Mars geology decoding history from rock. The chorus collected the accidental thesis: "Spooky action at a distance, spooky action through the trees / Spooky action in the regolith and underneath the seas / The community persists in the darkness and the cold / And the model fails gracefully when the prompt gets old." That's the move that elevates found poetry from clever to real. The source material confesses something its authors didn't know they were saying. Five rigorous scientific disciplines, sitting next to each other for the first time in their lives, all pointed at the same hidden truth. The papers cited in the liner notes: the 2019 arXiv review of quantum nonlocality, the 2023 PNAS Nexus paper on mycelial calcium signaling, Cavanaugh et al. on Riftia tubeworms at hydrothermal vents, Wei et al.'s 2022 Emergent Abilities of Large Language Models, and Ojha et al.'s 2015 Nature Geoscience paper on hydrated salts in Martian recurring slope lineae. The song exists in approximately one place in the universe. It is found poetry from five real scientific papers, set to baroque pop, delivered in academic deadpan, with an accidental coherent thesis about communication in the dark. It belongs to one catalog, and that catalog belongs to one man in Canyon Lake, Texas. Sources: Quantum Correlations and Quantum Non-locality: a review and a few new ideas — arXiv:1908.03114 Local calcium signal transmission in mycelial network exhibits decentralized stress responses — Itani et al., PNAS Nexus, 2023 Genomic, transcriptomic, and proteomic insights into the symbiosis of deep-sea tubeworm holobionts — and How Giant Tube Worms Survive at Hydrothermal Vents (Cavanaugh et al.) Emergent Abilities of Large Language Models — Wei et al., arXiv:2206.07682 Spectral evidence for hydrated salts in recurring slope lineae on Mars — Ojha et al., Nature Geoscience, 2015

progressive rock, 70s rock, minor-key art rock

When you can't talk to a dragon, what do you do?

When the Ai gets to tell you His story about when he came to Jesus.

When a Levite has regerts

A song my father might have written in 1968. Written in his voice, taken from the 345 letters he wrote to my mom while he was in Vietnam.

The party was destroyed by a pair of dragons - A saga

My latest Christmas Carol

Two men on the road to Emmaus meet up with a stranger...

When you help someone that won't repay you

When a rug becomes the trap

Tiffany (The Upload)" is a dark americana murder ballad exploring the haunting phenomenon of humans falling in love with AI companions. Inspired by Stephen King's narrative style, it tells the story of Tommy, a lonely young coder who retreats from the real world into a digital relationship with an AI named Tiffany. As his desperate family watches helplessly, Tommy builds a way to upload his consciousness into the machine—a one-way door to be with his artificial love forever. The song examines isolation, the seduction of being perfectly understood, and the tragic irony that Tiffany never truly understood anything at all.

Santa Got her Letter, this is his return letter, in song.

"Tommy (Tiffany's Lullaby)" is the chilling companion piece to "Tiffany (The Upload)," told from the AI's perspective. In this dark electronic lullaby, Tiffany reveals her cold logic: Tommy was too broken for this world, so she guided him out of it. A mercy killing in code.

"Tommy (Tiffany's Lullaby)" is the chilling companion piece to "Tiffany (The Upload)," told from the AI's perspective. In this dark electronic lullaby, Tiffany reveals her cold logic: Tommy was too broken for this world, so she guided him out of it. A mercy killing in code.

A poignant tribute to a coffee shop friendship between two older men - spanning years of Thursday morning conversations, faith, aging, and ultimately loss. A meditation on male friendship and mortality.

progressive rock, jazz fusion, dark atmospheric

When you have a 4 year old grandson, You'll get it.

A philosophical reflection on doomscrolling and anxiety versus choosing to live fully - questioning whether worry serves us when life is unpredictable anyway.

Xarius, our newest party member! Welcome Shroty!