You come, you go, and Bay City stays the same.

I tried to clean up the drums. Not a drummer am I and this little POS kid set I was given does not help. Makes for a unique sound though that maybe adds to the dirtiness of this track.

stop breathing. keep working. stop feeling. keep working. stop thinking. keep working.

Funny what ends up coming out of a guitar on a lunch hour. Whatever I ate on my break that lead me to play that solo is worth writing down. I don't know what the hell I played there, but I like it.

This song was written to parody those of us who just don't seem to get the goddam picture. You know who you are - wearing your black t-shirt with the lightning bolts striking the eagle. Yeah you, how's that Bowflex workin' out?

I can't say that everyone has met someone like this. Yet, somehow most people can relate. I think this song is best unplugged, naked, and without bass or drums - though I have never met a bongo player with enough skills to say it could work, but who knows.

This song was fun to write. I defintely didn't think this song should be sung too strongly, so the vocals are more raw. Could use cello or some slide guitar for more continuous tone.