I’m very pleased with how the lead guitar break came out on this Political Folk song. The rocket being launched at the song’s intro is Apollo 11, carrying Neil Armstrong and company to Luna. GOING TO TAKE A LOT I’ve been watching for some…

Paul Lennon and I got our "Irish up" after our last collaboration and did one more to share with everyone. Hope you all have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day! Here are the lyrics: The Land We Call Tara © 2015 Lyrics - Colleen Dillon, Music…

A new one... I wrote it on 5th February, and managed to record it in less than a month (a head-cold and lack of hearing in one ear slowed the last lap somewhat). But seeing as the last one took over 8 months, I think I'm already ahead for…

This demo recording turned out particularly well, especially when compared to how most of my MYTHOPOETICA recordings sound. The lead guitar employs an Eastern Folk scale and style of picking, greased with GEM-style Blues butter. SUPER YOU…

One of my favorite recordings and favorite songs. The drums of this Political Folk tune was generated with the Yamaha E313. The lead guitar break needs replaced with a violin, but… THE FINAL HOUR Welcome to the final hour Everybody kneel…

One of my better Psych Folk recordings. Intro voice and keyboards by Starry Nightmoth. BG rhythm/drums generated using a Yamaha E313 KB. Lyrics, music and all other instruments and vocals are my fault. BEHOLD THE BREAD (Unleavened) All of…

He kept quite for too long now Reg has got to tell her.......... MOVING ON Intro Am D Am D Am7 C Am6 Am verse Am C D Am6 Am x3 F E Am I know it's late But it's got to be said I feel so alone in this shared bed The time has come I've been…

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!

One of my personal favorite recordings from the 52 song MYTHOPOETICA demo collection, even though there’s a sound quality issue (the bass had a bit of a buzz). This was my first time using a wammy bar – I liked it! PLASTIC GIRL You can’t…

Combined words of homeless men across America the night of the Winter Solstice in 2010 when there was a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Baby grand piano performed by Starry Nightmoth.

Inspired by “Peter Pan Syndrome” by Dr. Kyle. “Gr'ups,” which means “grown ups,” comes from an original series Star Trek episode. PETER NA NA NANANA NANA NA NANANA PETER! YOU’RE SCARED OF YOUR MOM, YOU HATE YOUR DAD YOU BETTER GET…

A Blues number, and in the past it’s been one of my more popular songs. We’ll see how it does on AloneTone. MY FAVORITE GUN Pa had left us on the farm Ten long years we raised the corn Then he returned to Mama’s arms To beat the sons…

A creepy/gloomy with a bit of a stab at electronica and a slightly more aggressive stab at techno in the center. That mood seemed to fit the poetry. Falling Autumn leaves sound like this in my head. CAN'T RESET The many poems I’ve…

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…

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…

Not an overall bad recording, and I’m quite pleased with the lyrics of this Psychedelic Folk tune. FUTURE BOUND Should I take the left or should I pass it by zoom? Lost my faith in maps, so how will I decide zoom? Spirits crying to be…

Political Folk tune featuring Starry Nightmoth on baby grand piano, pan flute, KB “strings” and intro voice. About the blatant environmental destruction humans are committing against Mother Nature/Earth. Curse of Eden Why did you heed the…

A fun little Blues jam. The BG rhythm/drums were generated with the Yamaha E313 KB. All other noises are my fault. FIND YOUR WAY You’re crying on my doorstep Say you want to come inside You’re lying through your teardrop No one gets…