This is a bunch of great, fresh music from people whom I listen to and who listen to me.

fresh baked goodies from my people Jan/Feb '23

I was headed home thru Hattiesburg 
In an icy cold  December 
On a train: the Crescent City line
To my hometown for Christmastime

I was watching out the window
As the train pulled out into the snow
The western sky was glowing red
as the night turned purple overhead

Between the sunset and the evening stars
Planes were leaving long white scars
I’d given anything to be up there
Flying far away from here

That was years ago
The last time that I went home
Now I’d give anything to go back where I belonged

Oh, to walk down those familiar streets
In the town that held my secrets deep
To see the soft glow of the Christmas lights
In the windows around the old house of mine

To feel the warmth of Christmas from years ago
But things have changed so much I know
We all have gone separate ways
And it all feels so far away

Everyone I’ve known has come and gone
Friends and family that I depended on
That world is gone
And I stand alone 
I just want to go back home where I belong

If Christmas wishes did come true
I would have a million reason to 
Get back on the crescent city train
And start the new year home again

I just want to go back home

The Last Time I Went Home (Christmas 22)

four track cassette recording, sped up and thinned out.  all musics and stuffs by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

speedbump

danger, spaceman

Indie shoe gazing blues psychedelic classical soul space rock gospel

Spaceman blues

Paploviante and Friends' very lovely open collab Year Two Zero Two Two
with Llanpsych guitars and mixing
Huge thanks to Paul for the open collab offer :)))))

Open collab is here

https://on.soundcloud.com/2L6NQhasHUhRZLZX8

Year Two Zero Two Two - PAPLOVIANTE AND FRIENDS COLLAB

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Cigarette Burns

(After Math. Before Spelling. A love that could not be. The true story of two best friends, trapped in My Own Private Manitoba.)

Trying to sing a sunrise,
from out the letting of our bad blood,
but your silence speaks,my knees weak,
beneath the flow of the flood,

Honestly, can't you see,this is me,
trying to be what you want,
except i couldn't and can't,
not a promise or pant, could i haunt,

desolation darkens the door,
where i dress up in my death,
but that's life, and it's rife,with this strife,
the clock breaking with each breath,

and now the hands never meet,
so we'll stare at our feet,with interest,
and the numbers don't count,
up to any amount, i confess,

Wager me, i'll be wringing the words,
from my clotted throat,
Wager me, and the tracks that we marked,
bid a baleful bloat,

Wager me,
for i told the truth,
and you broke my mirror,

It must be all my fault,
if we don't appear,
is our reflection gone?
is that the path we're on?
out from the sinking streets,
of the quicksand concrete,

you know my scars still sing...

Apologies to fall from my lips,
are only tears in the rain,
in the muddle of this puddle,
I would catch your refection again,
but for the reality that my proximity,
imparts pain,
and the truth is that noose of abuse,
swinging loose in my brain,

Sorry is the name of the blame,
that bides a world without friends,
where confessions of love, are made of,
old shames and long lost loose ends,

And every poor Palindrome,
a once and future home to forsake,
until they're lost in the cost,
of destruction that they'll leave in their wake,

Palindrome

Jake Leg Lindy and the 13 Bar Blues