On my way home By that lonesome graveyard A ghost jumps up and says Come here won't you be my man Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a ride Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a home Said boy come here And take me to your…

Well hot damn

Learn to Stall 1 So your water is cold You’re probably hiding something  So if I ask you to stay - just go You’re the gift that keeps on taking   2 Why are you asking me? What do I know? Everyone was young once But nobody knows it…

Accidental synthwave. I hated this at first, but it's not bad. I kind of feel like this is me, in the 80s, driving home from work along palm tree lined high way. I had a bad day writing fortran for my job and I'm burnt out.

Higher and Higher Verse 1: When the barren dances with joy, Holding her firstborn through tears of joy. When the broken leap in praise, As the good news fills their humble hearts. When the sun rises in the morning, Proclaiming Your…

Who will break this ice sleepwalking through the pines Said I won’t tell you twice 100 million times You can’t pay the price We’ll never get the bill You don’t need to atone And though it’s such a thrill To heave the first stone…

Subtle change of gray light Heart breaks in sync with the sky As it cries over open fields and tall stands of pines, their delight No weight to the world they rejoice Heavy lids, can't sleep Head like a hornet nest, a buzz with bees…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

Cracked glass Lightning Strike The passing Yellow Line Pull over I said I’m fine Everything we took for granted Oh I can taste it Now it all amounts to nothing more than wasted time I said I’ll try Sad sack…