Mama’s tears, video

lyric video of Mama’s tears, please enjoy and support those facing breast cancer and all cancers, illnesses… or just do your best to take care with all; for it is but a paragraph we know of the long epic of one’s life whether be friend or stranger, foe or confidant, thank you. and take care of your mothers


Merry Christmas, coming soon: The Woods Demos EP

the woods demos EP

Merry Christmas everyone, I have been working on new recordings of my songs and getting the mastering down also putting them on CD for gifts to family members. this picture above is quite significant, it was during my deepest and utmost existential phase in my life, when I saw this abandoned parking lot on a light drizzle morning i realized not everyone; maybe just a select few, can see the beauty, and that is really all I needed to realize to understand my purpose and privilege in life and that became the means and perhaps cornerstone of my will to live, thank you everyone, in the words of Tom Petty: “took a world of trouble, took a world of tears, took a long time to get back here.”

Starlight Waking Dream-Robbie Gee and the passenger

V 1
It’s 2AM I’m not sleeping well
These last few week’s have been hell
I’m thinking of you

The dope’s wearing off As the starlight’s peaked
still are the horses that ran in my dreams
And I’m thinking of you
Pink pills dissolve different ways
Like dreams dissipate to  memories
As the thoughts become epithets

The birds waking 4am chirp
As the percs wear slowly away
And I am still thinking of you

many roads we wounder
misguided by the past
as we’re lost from time at last

sing me a song for the good times
sing me a song as I come down
in your bed


Robbie Gee and The Passenger-Lover’s Alibi “studio” -video

video for the “studio” track of Lover’s Alibi, with some artwork and such. I’m starting to promote myself more really want to say thank you to all of you and all those that keep coming back. I’m always delighted to see the returning names of fellow writers and bloggers.

this year has been crazy I’ve written so much, I’ve loved and lost, my addictions reached an apex and I some how found my way back, I’ve reached a physical fitness of contentment I ran half marathon on thanksgiving, I have little fear of not seeing tomorrow but when I do I am gracious for it, I have no fear to be myself the poet guitar playing bodybuilder, jack of all trades, stoner, early morning runner, quiet yet eternal lover, and perhaps one to redefine the words mentally ill and mental illness into mentally healing