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.

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

Lyrics by Adrienne Harvey. Music by Gene Eric Mann. Vocals by Harvey. BG acoustic rhythm and acoustic bass guitar by Mann. Remaining guitars by Randy Nixon, Jr.

Lyrics by Starry Nightmoth and Gene Eric Mann. Reversed vocals by Starry Nightmoth. Music by Gene Eric Mann. Drums generated by Gene Eric Mann via a Yamaha E313 KB. Putting sleepy child to bed Mommy rests her weary head Sleeping soundly…

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…

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…

EPIPHANY Life, it is but a dream In the back of my mind I can plainly see What’s in the future What’s in it was for me Feel revolutions Surging through my soul I can feel a spirit That is hard and cold In the back of my…

DO YOU WISH There’s nothing I can say and nothing I can do To win your forgiveness for not being true. So, do your eyes see red while my heart is blue? Well, I crossed the line and there’s no going back. Yes, I earned your hate and…

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…

ADAM’S PLAGUE And those not killed by Adam’s Plague Repented not the work at hand Their search for truth was strangely vague They spread their lies across the land They clung to things of stone and wood Which cannot see nor hear…

Psychedelic Folk song about growing up in the red light district, (not a biography… exactly) WOMEN OF THE NIGHT (The Crimson Lace) In the house where I was born Came the men for wicked charms Mama earned our evening meals From those…

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!

Uhm… not my worse. SOLIDARITY Wading in the marshes of reality Pacing to the songs we sing Fearing those who alter our mentality Running from the pain they bring Hiding in the shelters of our fantasy Someplace we can rest our…

More GEM-style Blues. NASTY LITTLE GIRL Nasty little girl, standing on the corner Up against the light, up against the night Nasty little world weighing on your shoulder Turning tricks again, giving up the fight Naughty little child…

My contract with Jennifer Rose. MAKE IT THROUGH I don’t have too much to give I don’t have too long to live I just want to be your friend Can I spend my years with? Can I share my tears with you? I will love until the end I…

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.

Clearly one of my poorer recordings. In the Dark Want to want me, try to taunt me Keep me quiet, keep me in the dark Like to hit me, try to get me Figure out me when I’m in the dark Will alert me, would convert me Witness to me how…

I’m not one to repeat a rumor… so listen close the first time. GOSSIP Legends in the warehouse Gossip in the halls Rumors in the office Ears upon the walls Hiding round the corner Straining for each sound Car-pool to the lunchroom…

Another pitiful recording, this one featuring my first attempt at rapping – if ya want to call it that! EVERYONE (The Empty Stage) Everyone – they look at me; they wonder who I am They want to know if I’m for real but I don’t give a…

[untitled] Label what you will Untitled leave this I Don’t deny I am Forsaking the asking of why Perhaps lacking the aching to why This Here Now, it is And thus is what am I Willing what you will

WALKIN' BLUES Where were you Saturday night When I was in jail because I was in an awful fight? You were roaming' the streets with a man they call “The Knife” Where were you Last Tuesday eve' When I was at home alone? (And man…

On one hand, one of my most horrid recordings, but on another hand, one of my most interesting. Warning – the second half of the song gets rather creepy. Have fun! SOMEDAY Sweet Lolita Young Your lucid, aged mirage Dancing in your eyes…

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…

For the First President of the Surry Alternative Realities Society. PARANOID SAGE The paranoid sage cries all night long Praying that things had not gone wrong But no one ever turns back the time for him Swaying on the brim The paranoid…

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…

Another one of my esoteric-flavored Political Folk tunes. KINGS OF MILK AND HONEY When no king could claim the throne Deputies took hold Joe made ships to sail out west On a quest for gold Up North Ozzie asked to join “Fuse this…

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…

Uhm… whatever. She took the walk anyway and we’re both better for it. It’s all good. DON’T WALK AWAY Let’s sit and talk this over Can’t take from me what is ours Lived a few lives before you And this is the best one by far I’ve made…

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…

I was 13 when I wrote this Political Folk song. One of my earliest attempts at recording, it’s certainly a flawed production. Nevertheless many will get a kick out of the ending. BABYLON Killed a man whose skin was red All his brother’s…

For fans of ancient druidic mythology. AUTUMN TIME (Master of the Hunt) I go walking in the forest in the autumn time Leaves are falling as I’m humming some forgotten rhyme Moonlight in my hair Harvest in the air I go wading in the…

Probably the worse recording of the entire 52 song MYTHOPOETICA demo collection. 43 OCTOBERS …come harvest eve i may elect to reflect in the light of morrow’s day come that night with aided eye under sky might i walk a different…

Starry Nightmoth performs on KBs in this one. I am so disappointed with how this recording turned out, but others like it, so… VACANT STREET i’ve seen your children burn with hate filled with fear and rage they won’t forgive but they…

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…

Psych Folk – This was Danville Dan’s favorite GEM tune, and I knew it would be when I wrote it. SILVER CITY Wish I were in Silver City Somewhere in New Mexico Where I would eat all the pine nuts And where I’d go panning for gold…