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…

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…

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…

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

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.

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…

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…