Update: Gene offered to improve the Mix on this song! This is that improved version. Thanks so much Gene! You are awesome!!! I wrote this song earlier this summer, and had played it a few times with Greg Connor, fellow alone toner, and…

Come, see how she dies! See God through her life. See her children gather to celebrate and to mourn. Come, see how The Grey Lady lived!

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 & music by Greg Connor. Lead and slide guitars by Gene Eric Mann. Copyright © 2012 Greg Connor.

from the album "ZERO" featuring Meg Radley on vocals wait a day might as well stay, awhile here with me where the breeze, blows just say now time grows shorter then we dream awake a scream, out loud leaving leaves a hole kicks around…

Political Folk song featuring Stephen L. Krell on the Chicago-style Blues-harp.

Blues. Lyrics, vocals, harmonica and harpsichord by Greg Connor. All other instruments by Gene Eric Mann. Arrangement by Greg Connor and Gene Eric Mann.

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…

Life. Death. Missing children. Lost friends. Mentors gone too soon. We all live in a time of grief.

Sorry about the bum lick around 1:41, maybe some of the licks after that will make up for it.

The song continues, even as this movement comes to a close.

See how they gossip and gabble. From the sidelines, they direct the dance as the young ones grow.

Dancing for dimes, donuts and dollars. From the juke joints to the church halls to the halls of power, still she dances, even as the music grows weary.

Come, see how she dances in the fullness of her life.

The dream remains, even as motherhood comes upon her.

The world moves as she moves. New music calls to her, 'Come dance with us'.

She was young once, a mere child singing in the countryside.

She was born dancing.

The song arises upon the hills.