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✨Mix from StudyHall May 7, 2023 ✨

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Atychiphobia recorded live from a basement!

Performed by Derek and Thomas
Song by Thomas

Atychiphobia

Waiting for kaffi between flights at Keflavik

Reykjavik Layover

CALENDAR

If you are a day of the week
You would be a Saturday
You claim you read my eyes
That freedom was on the cards

Maybe you are right
When you tell me that happiness
Is a fleeting day, in a calendar

You tell me you believe
In the turning of Autumn leaves
That we will be just fine
Even if hurts being apart

Now I realize that
You are peeling me from your life
Why not just being frank
If you found someone else… to mind?

Don’t need your bullshit
And never on a Saturday
I can schedule time
Sunday I’m glad to start
A new week

+++
You claim you read my eyes
That freedom was on the cards

Better you believe
I’m wanting for happiness
not for a single day
But for a solid week

While I wave goodbye
I wonder if I’ll see you again
It seems my feelings for you
Are a perpetual calendar

Now I realize that
You are peeling me from your life
Why not just being frank
If you found someone else, why I mind?

Don’t need your bullshit
And never on a Saturday
I can schedule time
Sunday I’ll try to start
A new week

Calendar

BREACHES ON THE LAND

You stayed
On the other side
Cried and waved
Fading away

I tried
But I failed to leap
Across the breach
That split our beings

I could only see you
When I closed my eyes
You know the story
I was blind

I won’t stop pretending
Things will be alright
If you could be back

In the oddest chance
I were to reach you
You would have my heart
Cause the love
I failed to give you
It’s all yours to grab

Perhaps
In another life
Our love could span
Deep breeches on the land

The tears
That felt onto the ground
Are the seeds that’ll grow
The vines linking us

I will try to see you
When the pain has passed
And give our story
A brand-new start

I won’t stop pretending
Things will be alright
If you could be back

And in the oddest chance
I were to reach you
You would have my heart
Cause the love
I failed to give you
It’s all yours to grab

Breaches on the Land

If you've ever been hurt by your main squeeze, deceived by your best friend, or down to your last dime and ready to call it quits, this cat has the solution if you have the time to listen.

THIS WEEK'S HIT!

Ladies and Gentlemen's...and all those who wish to be considered so! Here 'tis! Here goes the greatest remedy for the blues on earth! The results obtained by the use of this track have been phenomenal!

Your enemy cannot harm you, but watch your close friend - Rev. Edward W. Clayborn

I wanted to buy me some cakes but I had shot dice and lost my roll - Blind Lemon Jefferson, Bakershop Blues

"Sweet Singer of the Swamplands Here to Do a Few Tunes between Homicides" - January 3, 1935, headline in the New York Herald Tribune announcing the arrival of Leadbelly

I had to steal music from every which a way to get it... to get it to fit - Willie McTell, intro to The Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Some folks dig the swamp blues...I YAM THE SWAMP, Y'ALL !

They tell me God don't like ugly. Said, boy, your home's in hell - Sam Chatmon, God Don't Like Ugly

When Paramount Records got the ol' chap to make this record, they put over a big one for the Blues! He is a blues preacher that knows how to pick and holler! Listen to this a here record right now!

And now, emanating from the Secaucus Lounge of the
Fabulous Fandango Hotel in Weehawken, New Jersey -
We proudly present the celestial melodies of Lou Waxman
And his Orchestra, who ask the age old musical question...

Aunt Caroline Dye she told me,
"Son, you don't have to live so rough"
"I'm going to fix you up a mojo, oh Lord, so you can strut your stuff"
[Go on and strut yo' stuff!]

DUNZO, THE DANDY WONDER SANGSTER !!!

Originality is way overrated. To make, you need to take. All great artists do
All has not been said and never will be
Only those with no memory insist on their originality

I know my crown gonna fit me well, 'cause tried it on at the gates of hell - Reverend Gary Davis 

'Scuse my cough, I slept in a chicken house last night. - Jesse Fuller

Nothing annoys me more when I'm talking to someone about music and for some reason, they think their opinion is as valid as mine.

We wrote this song, it's our own compose' - Sleepy John Estes, Don't You Want To Know 1941

Uh - but we celebratin' Christmas wrong from the way I look at the matter - shootin' off fireworks, cussin', and dancin', raisin' all other kinds of sand... uh - Death may be your Santa Claus! All of you who are decoratin' your rooms and gettin' ready for an all night dance - Death may be your Santa Claus! Death is on your track and is going to overtake you after awhile - Reverend J.M. Gates

(about Elvis Presley) I wasn't just a fan, I was his brother. He said I was good and I said he was good; we never argued about that. Elvis was a hard worker, dedicated, and God loved him. Last time I saw him was at Graceland. We sang "Old Blind Barnabus" together, a gospel song. I love him and hope to see him in heaven. There'll never be another like that soul brother.--James Brown

I don't play 'em, I stomp 'em. - Bukka White

When you go down on Deep Ellum, keep your carburator clean, 'cause the women on Deep Ellum sell you dirty gasoline - Bill Neely

If I had one biscuit, and you hadn't eaten nothin' in a month, I'd break it in two and eat both pieces - Yank Rachell to Howard Armstrong in Louie Bluie

Here she comes! The Black Diamond Express to Hell with Sin the Engineer holding the throttle wide open; Pleasure is the headlight, and the devil is the conductor. You can feel the roaring of the express and the moanin' of the drunkards, liars, gamblers and other folk who have got aboard. They are hell-bound and they don't want to go. The train makes eleven stops but nobody can get off - Vocalion advertisement for Rev. A.W. Nix's 1927 recording Black Diamond Express to Hell

“When Jazzbo"Hit It, Bo!!"Jamerson III started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor.”

Truck 'Em On Down

JUST AT HOME

Usher happiness, Desire
I can write a new song
And if the words make me a liar
It’s cause I fake my own voice

You know when you live in a silo
To hide from what you think is wrong
Then suddenly you see
You are just at home!


Count to ten and let yourself go
Ain’t nothing like a state of denial
You’ll be back once you figure it out
No one cares if you are truly a liar

And all will be fine . . .

You can write a song
Without a rhyme
With suspended chords
Just like your life

Make yourself at home
Drink some good wine
Cause the clocks are
Ticking with your heart

And the fresher days require
All your promises be gone

You know that you live in silo
When you are trapped by your own dumb words
Then suddenly you’ll see
You are just at home!

Count to ten and let yourself go
Ain’t nothing like a state of denial
You’ll be back once you figure it out
No one cares if you are truly a liar

And all will be fine . . .


Just at Home - Remixed

A gentle acoustic folk song told from a woman’s point of view — about a guy who loves “peaceful” spiritual aesthetics but can’t seem to live any of the values he talks about.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft percussion, and an intimate vocal carry a story of mixed signals, contradictions, and those little warning signs we try to ignore.

Red Flags and Green Tea blends warmth, humor, and a little wistfulness into a mellow, coffeehouse-style track about seeing someone clearly for who they really are.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
He’s got that thrift-store, barefoot vibe,
Talks ‘bout “energy” and “flow.”
Sage in jars on every shelf,
But he’s the last to let things go.
He says “Namaste” at the grocery line,
Like he's blessing aisle three—
But every time he talks of “zen,”
It sounds brand new to me.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not trying to judge his way…
But something feels a bit cliché.

[Chorus]
Red flags and green tea,
Is there something I just can’t see?
Quotes from all the eastern scribes—
Still sends off some eerie vibes.

[Verse 2]
He meditates for peacefulness
But still cusses when he drives.
Named his little dog “Karma,”
But forgets he’s still alive.
Brews some rare Tibetan tea
Says it’s “healing, wild and pure”—
Then pours in half a cup of sugar,
Says, “Sweetness is the cure.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m no expert on these things…
But I don’t think he knows the meanings.

[Chorus]
Red flags and green tea,
Is there something I just can’t see?
Reads from all the ancient texts—
But he seems a bit perplexed.

[Bridge]
He loses his cool when the Wi-Fi’s slow,
Claims he’s free from worldly sorrow.
Says money never matters much—
Till he asks if he can borrow.
He “loves all beings” big and small,
But ghosts his ex so suddenly—
There’s a gap between his words
And who he seems to be.

[Chorus – Variation]
Red flags and green tea,
Maybe peace just ain’t his key.
If wisdom’s really what he seeks,
Why’s the calm gone when he speaks?

[Final Chorus – Resolve]
Red flags and green tea,
Guess the universe is telling me—
I need someone who’s truly kind,
Not just chanting borrowed lines.


Red Flags And Green Tea

No details. Said to be from Little Egypt, Illinois. Proficient-esque/ish on guitar, One String Homemade Diddley Bow, Congas, and Mississippi saxophone. Present whereabouts unknown. Alleged step/half cousin in-law of Boregard Rippy.

"He sounds like two flat tires on a dirt road, tryin' to catch up."--RS

“What I love about playing music (is) because I did my own singing and do my own thing, didn't have to worry about nobody crossin' me.”

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Songwriter blurring the lines between country, pop, folk, and whatever else feels honest. Silicon Valley roots, zero Nashville clichés. Think tech-metaphor heartbreak, cowpunk energy, and the sweetness of two good people parting ways. Call it alt.country if you need a label.

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