Note: in the written music, up to this point, i’ve been writing the guitar sounding note E4 as 2nd string, 5th fret. You can instead get the same note with 1st string open.

Thinking, certainly, it happens—
you get caught up in a dress,
or, to date, you get mad as the dickens,
hungry for a woman to confess

that a kiss would right every wrong.
A pattern, i find, is standing in for
me—something that can’t be long
from now; but there’s a closing door,

Are you coming for me, darling?
Well, yes, mam, as always, I sure am:
the mission, i think, will take me
to you; otherwise, i wouldn’t know

where you are; but let me ask you,
if I may, what happens today,
connected, as we are, by our love
for God—master and commander,

Nothing but my creations to offer
her—make me believe, then,
that she loves me, too,

some one that looks the way
she does has no business with me
in my current state;

well, i go back and forth
a-wondering, suffering without
her body being here, removed,

We’re a walking metronome,
under the gun, lifetimes
away from satisfaction

Well, this longing for the
divine really gets my
goat, sounding out the

Well, it ain’t you, chief, that I’m
addicted to; it’s the drugs,
I think, that we used to do;

breaking up all the time
torturing myself,
mistaking His talent

with the mouths of Italy,
my drawing, says the
Florentine, looks like a pig

“His Ascension” unfolds as a reflective guitar-driven ballad with a steady rock pulse and a conversational vocal line that gradually grows more urgent and cinematic. The guitar part suggests a stripped-down alternative rock or folk-rock atmosphere, built from repeating melodic figures and open, climbing phrases that reinforce the song’s themes of movement and transformation. The lyrics read like fragmented internal dialogue, mixing surreal imagery with personal confession. References to ascension, storms, mountains, “quick time,” and being “sucked into” another force create the feeling of spiritual or psychological upheaval. Beneath the abstract language is a narrative about identity, fear, ambition, and surrender to something larger than oneself. The song closes not triumphantly, but with a hard-earned sense of acceptance and inevitability.

Driven by restless acoustic guitar work and emotionally exposed vocals, “My Purpose Remains” unfolds like a private confession overheard at midnight. The guitar moves with a jazz-influenced fluidity—sometimes delicate, sometimes urgent—while the voice drifts between vulnerability, irony, and defiance. Lines like “my future slips between my fingers” and “She gets the best of me / Going out like a dragon” give the song a haunted, cinematic quality, balancing intimacy with emotional chaos. Rather than relying on polished sentimentality, the piece embraces tension and unpredictability, allowing its melodies to breathe and fracture naturally. The result is a deeply human performance that feels both literary and immediate, capturing the sensation of someone trying to hold onto identity, love, and meaning while the world shifts beneath them.

“They Got It All Wrong” feels like a confession whispered through a half-lit room at closing time. The stripped-down combination of guitar and vocals gives the song an intimacy that polished production would probably ruin. Every line sounds lived-in—equal parts bitterness, longing, humor, and self-destruction—while the guitar work quietly carries the emotional weight underneath the lyrics. There’s a raw poetic quality here that recalls singer-songwriters who aren’t afraid to sound vulnerable or morally complicated. What makes the track compelling is how unpredictable it is: tender one moment, cutting the next, then suddenly reflective. The performance never begs for sympathy; it simply tells the truth as it sees it. By the end, the repeated idea that “they got it all wrong” lands less like a complaint and more like a hard-earned realization.

This unfolds through lyrics that move from (everyday) images, self-reflection, and surreal turns of phrase (“mix root beer and Him,” “I want to be the greatest artist”) . The text feels associative rather than linear, as if thoughts are surfacing in real time. The vocal line follows that quality: it moves in clear, singable shapes but avoids long lyrical arcs, instead delivering the text in compact, speech-influenced phrases that repeat or echo in contour. The guitar part is more structurally active, introducing shifting figures and harmonic colors that don’t simply mirror the voice. At times the two align, but often they feel slightly independent—like parallel streams rather than a single fused gesture. That loose coordination creates a tension between clarity (in the vocal delivery) and instability (in the underlying musical motion).

The guitar part in *“Tipping Over a Cow”* is fluid and line-driven, combining melodic movement with partial chord shapes that shift across the neck rather than settling into fixed patterns . It moves between single notes and small harmonic groupings, often linking tones stepwise before jumping to new positions, creating a sense of continuous re-formation. This gives the part a searching, unsettled quality, as if the harmony is being discovered in real time instead of stated outright. That quality closely mirrors the lyrics, which shift rapidly between surreal, ironic, and confrontational images like “Charles Lindbergh was a Nazi” and “don’t look at me like that—if looks could kill.” The guitar follows the same mental movement, acting less as accompaniment and more as a parallel voice tracing the instability of thought.