Hollow Log (Beck Cover)

Museum of Love (Daniel Johnston Cover)

Bobby Tate Sings a Song of Sorrow Through a Wounded Charango

Benediction (Thurston Moore Cover)

Spice Market

jericho

Christmas Lights in the Forest

this song i had this image. i pictured two teenagers in love on top of a hill shooting m16s into the night sky and there paying no attention / being oblivious to a war going on in the city valley down below. then the man proposes marriage and gives the girl a ring but the girl doesn’t think the ring good enough for her so she throws it into the war struck city below. the man goes down to fetch the ring in the heat of battle and he comes back in shock of what he has just seen.

Bullets in Bloom

i believe it was 8th grade. i came home from school to see a picture of Daniel Mendelsohn on my wall in my room. my brother had ripped his picture out of a magazine and scotch taped it to the wall. in the picture he stands strong with knowledge and grace. looking into your soul as he strokes his chin. i dont really know too much about Mendelsohn’s work. i know his a writing/poem, jewish, gay, and the center piece on my mantel.

Daniel Mendelsohn

i was camping at SSR the other day and i woke up really early/ before the sun even came up/ before anyone else was up. i had nothing to do so was walking around the pond watching the sun rise and the fall leaves turn. i’ve been going to this camp since i was a kid and i was looking around remember things; ‘oh i did this there’ ‘i remember this fire ring’ ’ i camped there once’. Oh! and i saw 7 turkeys walk by me. i didnt know they had turkeys on long island. anyway i then walked to the dining hall and meet everyone for breakfast. afew days later that dining hall burnt down. so this song is about that walk and that dining hall. it was an old dinging hall. i think it was built in the 50s

Fire Burnt

it was about 12am and i with some friends hanging out by the tunnel that goes under the train tracks. i was looking around noticing that my town kind of looks like a train set. kind of looks like a quaint small 50s town but a distorted. there’s trash, graffiti, and drunk kids passing by. it felt like i was in a weird/distorted dream.

Train Set Dream

after many years on the rough sea, after back broke and salt spary. i rest at home, relaxing fire side, in the warmth with a guitar in hand. still with my bread and my old decolored yellow rain coat i bust out the rawring sounds of loud guitar solos and heavy kick drum blues as i stomp out the songs of sorrow and lonesomeness of the rough and tiresome sea. as i stroke my bread and pitter at my pipe i'm seen rocking back and forth just like i have done from all these years past on my fishing vessel. i have lasted many years with little to no connect with the people on this world out on that vast sea on my vessel. these songs express what i have encountered down on the decks and out sea bound. sit down by that old radio box with your drink in hand and listen to the blues of an old fisherman resting his weary bones and mind as he reflexs and recalls the stories of himself from yester year.



fanqmon (folk-esque)

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