Psychedelic Folk. Ever meet that special someone in a laundromat? Ever do it on top the dryer? Either way, you’re sure to dig this clean groove. Compilation by Stephen L. Krell and Gene Eric Mann.

Lyrics by Starry Nightmoth and Gene Eric Mann. Keyboards by Nightmoth. Acoustic bass, acoustic rhythm guitar, electric lead guitar, and vocals by Mann. YOUR KNOCK (Strings) Pull me from this cursed abyss I cannot find connecting strands…

WHAT DEMONS DO Yes, he pulled your halo down And clipped away your ivory wings Now your harp can make no sound Because he stole your golden strings He was once an angel too But demons do what demons do Dragging angels to this Hell…

The morning after JP Morgan Chase Bank donated $4.7 million to the NYCPD, police began terrorizing the OWS protesters, beginning with Officer Antonio Bologna macing an innocent woman. This song is about that event: TONY BOLOGNA Liberty Park…

SOLANA (Sunshine) Sunshine, you are the morning. Solana, you bring the light. I am the evening. I am the darkness. Whoa, you know, I bring the night. But in the dusk and in the dawn, we make it right. We make it right. Sunshine…

Pitchforks glow reflecting torches held in hand by the town’s folk Eyeballs gleam beneath the balls of flame puffing out the stream of smoke Rumors grow, they’re telling of the child who was flung in the lake Gnashing teeth, they scream…

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…

JUMPSUIT BLUES As I slept this morning, I dreamed of what you said How you said you loved me, And from my toes to head Then I woke to Chow Call, Prison walls around my bed ‘Morning to you, Jesus! How did you sleep last night…

IN THIS CELL Yes, I have my problems Lord knows I’m not quite right For I was a tortured child I seek eternal night Yes, I have my hang-ups I have my cause to weep For I face a future grim I seek eternal sleep But what they say…