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\n Hello, silence... our old friend [But we're back!]<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n As you may or may not know, AYOS' music is largely powered by the servers of the Internet Archive -- <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Red River Meander<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
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\n Steve 'Caz Camberline' Becker... Rest in peace, my brother.<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n I don't quite remember the first time I met my near-lifelong pal, Steve Becker. He was a childhood friend of <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Someone... but not Simone -- breaking up with myself again...<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n As many of my 3D world friends know, I've become something of a recluse in recent years. But a recent <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Everyone knew her name...<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n A new version of this song written back in July, 2001. I've always felt guilty writing joke and novelty songs <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Stuff falls between the cracks...<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n This brief whiff of piffle was actually written back in 2014 while I was participating in an online songwriting forum. <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Don't Ask a Fool (Why He Falls in Love)<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n NEW SONG ALERT!*   \"In the field of psychology, the Dunning\u2013Kruger effect is a cognitive bias, wherein persons of low <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n The winter of our fresh content?<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n A single-handed keyboard improvisation for orchestral synthesizer from several years ago. OK... yeah, bad pun. Maybe not even immediately recognizable <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n How Many Roads?<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n Tomorrow at 1:22 a.m. marks the\u00a02015 Autumn Equinox and the Tenth Anniversary of A Year of Songs! <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>
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\n Pretend We're in Love<\/a>\n\n \n\n<\/div>\n
\n The countdown to a full decade of impromptu, often terminally sloppy, mostly acoustic versions of the 165 or so songs <\/div>\n<\/a>\n\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n
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