Love song in the Psych Folk style. NOTHING CAN COMPARE Nothing in the world, nothing in the skies Compares to you my friend Even Old Man Sol can’t outshine your eyes Your love will never end All you are inside, and your subtle style…

OK, so it’s a creepish song about Death, but how about my happening bass lines? This Psych Folk funeral dirge features Starry Nightmoth on KBs. LOOK Look in the mirror See me standing there Look out the window See me everywhere…

Psych Folk. I earned my PTSD. Growing up traveling about America, I met bad babysitters, bad cops, bad ministers. Early on as a runaway I learned to not hitchhike but to rather move in the shadows alone. Etc. Starry Nightmoth on KBs. SO MANY…

MY SPIRIT LONGS My eyes, they thirst to drink you in I reach to hold your hand in mine In dreams of memories with your soul To write within my Book of Time My arms, they beg to hold you close I need to keep you by my side If only…

Most Times Every now and then I think that I should eat. Every now and then I think that I should sleep. Every now and then I ponder what to do. Most times I just think of you. Most times I just think of you. Sometimes I will call…

GONNA SIT AND ROT Gonna sit and breathe and try to understand How everything I suffer I’m clutching in my hand Got to let them go at least I hope I can Gonna sit and breathe and try to let them go That’s everything I’m clutching I’m dropping…

AFTERMATH Living in the aftermath Of when the palace fell Looking on the ashes now From when my life went all to Hell Listen to the hangman’s march He’s come to free my soul Humming to my final tune Before my heart heads down…

Don’t let that serpent bite you. Don’t chase the dragon. For a friend, may he RIP. DRAGON BIT Hold on to a past that you resent And forget the words that Heaven sent Clinging to a future that you fear Think you’re going somewhere, you…

Blues. My way of playing “Rollin' in My Sweet Baby’s Arms,” ‘cuz I’m a Soul man. See the Soul-patch? Dig. Be cool, cats, and stay dry!

MID SUMMER A mid-Summer's night's dream The days are slipping by Amid the rushing stream I take the time to cry The end is hurling near I stand with open arms I sing the tunes I hear While falling for her charms She is why I'm…