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…

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…

Political Folk song, predicting a grim tomorrow, scribed in an esoteric fashion. (Coming into) WINTER TIME Days are getting shorter; days are growing colder Coming into winter time Seasons changing faster for the demon master Coming…

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!

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…

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…

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…