My lovely girlfriend Annie asked me to record her a cd of 9 Christmas classics and one original. Behold. Happy holidays everyone.

White Christmas

Let It Snow!

Walking In A Winter Wonderland

Have A Holly Jolly Christmas

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

my guitar strap fell off in the middle, but i made it work.  quick demo of something i wrote today so i don't forget

is it too much to ask?
is it too much to ask?
to put down your gun,
and take off your mask
is it too much to ask?
is it too much to ask? sing it
is it too much to ask?
to stick out your hand
and open your flask 
is it too much to ask?

is it too much to ask?
the ship is sinking fast
but, old clearwater just around the bend
is it too much to ask?
God said to build an ark
and everybody laughed
the water rose
the people froze
and that’s all they said about that

R:

is it too much to ask
to give a man some bread?
if you ignore his soul for a long long time
he’ll put a bullet in your head
i said
Noah built an ark
he sailed it on the flood
Moses had a swarm of locust
and a river of blood
that’s right

R:
[special extra verse: for subversive folks]
is it too much to ask
to let one live in peace?
you can move his border
a thousand times
he’ll never get relief
cause you know we stole his land
with a manifested lie
but as soon as he wants to share that dream
you wanna cage him til he dies

Is It Too Much To Ask (Take 1)

For my friends and family and The O'Gara's of Spotswood, NJ. Happy St. Patrick's Day. Image of my Irish grandfather, Bernard Costello, in Italy, 1944.

"Sile Ni Ghadhra" (english lyrics)

Little Bit Of Sunlight

I Just Wanna Be Here With You

Worth It (Anyway)

The time has come to speak of ways
In which the world is ending:
Of walls and men, of warming globes,
and information spending,
Of culture crumbled, toppled down
And former scourges returning:
The flooding earth and parching drought,
Dry land and crosses burning.
With some crass visigoths clenched fist
The soul of Franklin is turning,
"All this for that decrepit world that's wilting?"

Once Lindbergs' babies' rigid arms
Have lowered tiki flames:
Their weaksouled cries for help
Have only brought them shame:
Shame from their own Jesus
Who will judge them as they are
When the trumpets open seals
In a bloody pointed star.
And as the vast conspiracies 
Reveal who they truly are:
Washington could've never seen this coming.

Now that we are coolly mired 
in a time just like the rest
We think we are so different
But Nietzsche said it best
We're doomed to relive the same life
Forever without end
So enjoy every argument
And cherish every friend.
And when some sad demonic tries to slyly condescend,
Pity them for they hate everything about themselves. 

The time has come to speak of ways
in which the world is ending.

LP2 Demos

Forever Without End

“Thanatopsis”

I.
“Wasting time alone and feeling small
Hold my head and tell me I’ll be fine
I have made mistakes I can’t undo
And I have wasted so much goddam time.”
When I was a young man
I assumed I’d make it a long, long way
But now I’m standing with less than I’ve ever had
Made the mistake of thinking it’s all about how you play your hand
And now I know that there is no reason why:
Why one is black and one is white,
Why one is born in the wrong body,
Why some aren’t born at all
And why some have to die
Well, we’re all on line
Waiting for our time
We’re all on line
Til the final die.

II.
Once I was told that a book could save your life,
Sixty-thousand a year for a paper job.
Some of us will be in debt for the rest of our lives,
Some were so scared they just gave up.
Ruby Ann is a pretty kind of gal
Spent some time overseas teaching kids
She isn’t using much of her degree now
She sits sometimes and wonders if she blew it.

“Sweet darling Ann, raise your head and smile
You didn’t waste your time, you’re still so young.
I’m gonna try to take your hand and occupy your mind a while.
Darling, there’s somewhere we can go.

They don’t have taxes and they don’t make you pay parking meters over night
The champagne is free, and rolled cigarettes,
And we never have to die.
Take my hand, babe, we’re going to a magic place
It’s in your mind and it’s as wide as outer space.

And I said, “Be strong, you got your mind still
You don’t need nothing, you are alone here,
Hold up your head high
You got a lonely feeling
But, so do I. 
So do I.
So do I. Let’s make tonight the best of our lives.

III.

Old Ed stopped by
He hat was in his hands and he started to cry.
He said, “I don’t think the missus is gonna be around much longer.
The kids live really far away these days
Nobody calls, nobody stays over anymore,
I think I’ll be moving on, too.
I tied up a bunch of papers in a pile
Made a little bundle and left them in the closet
Under the jacket that belonged to my father
It never fit me and now it never will.
When she passes on wait a couple days.
Don’t come see me for a while, but I’ll be ready
When you come on the fifteenth to pick up the pile of papers.”

I was like, “What the fuck are you talking about?
You’re gonna kill yourself because your wife’s going to die
And you don’t wanna live alone?”

And he said, “I don’t got nothing to do anymore.
Just sit in this chair and pull out my hair
And count the knots in the wood on the floor.
When she’s gone I don’t need to be alive anymore.”

But she lived longer than he did
And she’s still alive.

Gas Station Blues And Diamond Rings

Thanatopsis

I don't own the rights to this what-so-ever. It was written and performed originally by Fleetwood Mac. This recording is for those who know it's for them.

jmakoviecki

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