http://www.archive.org/download/Little_Baby_Doll_2/20060206_Little_Baby_Doll.mp3 Some mistakes you just have to make. No one can tell you. You can't talk yourself out of it.
Winter stretched from a time before memory into a future he could no longer imagine. Fear seemed like a dream
The puddle had been there so long there were polliwogs in it. She squatted above it, her muddy hiking boots
There's a bit of late fall in this instrumental guitar improvisation -- and maybe the suggestion of late afternoon, the
The guitar in the perhaps familiar graphic to the left is not the guitar I was writing about when I
Ringer. It's such an ugly word. I prefer to think of this track as the mix I was working on
Christine on a beach Christine on a plane Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers... Honest to gosh, I know
The question of just who "Baby" is has come up before and less than careful readers will be forgiven if
    Brown leaves drifted down from nearly bare branches, the last sun of the day came over the hill,
        I did a somewhat different take of this song the first time around. This version may
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