A sneak peek at the new album "Lethologica", slated for release summer '05.
Intelligent lyrics wrapped in dripping wet melodies. Been descibed as music you've always wanted to hear but never had the chance to.
To quote a bit of Shakespeare, "A life mended is but patched". The sutures split and the life drains from the wound. Once healed, the scar remains as a reminder of the pain. These are my scars. These are my thoughts, ideas, and wisdom I have gained along the way. The twisted raised surface of a life torn and mended and torn again. This is my collagen, my bandages, and all that lies beneath. 
It's been years since I have visited this page. I should be working to remedy that soon. The degree is in the bag--at least most of it--and the music can now resurface. Over the course of the next few months I will be going back to work on the Lethologica album. At this conjuncture, the tracks look like they'll be a lot more complete and complex (and possibly more eclectic) than the work I have done in the past. I am also hoping for a bit more congruence of sound--one of my biggest concerns with the last two albums. 
 
As the songs come together I will be uploading them for your perusal. Those of you who have been waiting for something new, I apologize for my absence. For the rest of you, I apologize for my return.
 	
Story behind the song
This is a look at the new album "lethologica". Keep in mind this is only a demo version but I am so excited to get this new material out I couldn't wait. This looks like it will be the best album to date. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am enjoying making it.
	
Lyrics
A Prayer
By Timothy Goss
I want to live my life by emotional things, 
The raw unfettered beauty of things, 
The drive just to be part of these things, 
Of sex and God and butterfly wings, 
I want to live my life 'cause I want to, 
Not because somebody says I'm supposed to, 
Not 'cause I think it's the right thing to do, 
Simply because I want to, 
Give me love, beauty, solidarity, 
Let my emotions take over, 
Let my soul breathe, 
But give me the precocity, 
To enjoy these things, 
I want to be terrified for no reason, 
I want to cry for no reason, 
I want to be angry for no real reason, 
"So I, being young, 'till now ripe not to reason"*
I want to hurt when I'm alone, 
I want to find peace when I'm alone, 
I want to start walking 'till I'm on my own, 
Then scream 'till it aches that I'm too far from home, 
Give me love, beauty, solidarity, 
Let my emotions take over, 
Let my soul breathe, 
But give me the intellegence, 
To enjoy these things, 
Give me freedom, structure, possibility, 
Give me hope for a world,
That's impossible to see,
Give me comedy, tragedy, the right to believe, 
Let me be me, 
Whatever that means, 
But give me the sagacity, 
To enjoy these things, 
* From "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare.