Fifty Ways To Lee - Ve Your Lover

Still Crazy After All These Years

Never - Live at the Sultan Room

Umami Magnifique - Live at the Sultan Room

Thunder Road

Time Doesn't Matter

Meet Me Tonight

1952 Vincent Black Lightning

The world outside your window is only 10 feet wide
It's an optical illusion playing tricks upon your mind
Which sends deceptive signals to your eyes

All those pleasant people you've known for all your life
Every single one of them, a dream formed in the night
Vanishing each time you awake

Eternity is only today
I hope you enjoy your stay

The mountains made of memories, all filed with the facts
Phony fabrications, like figures formed from wax
There's no one else to know you anymore

Tomorrow when you wake, you'll rise as someone else
Questioning existence, unsettled in yourself
New memories crowding up your skull

Eternity is only today
I hope you enjoy your stay

Song-A-Day 13: Only Today

Christopher james emerging from a dust ball he got his guitar in hand
Coughing and wiping the dust out of his eyes 
It’s time for spring cleaning, man!
But Christopher james
Stomps his foot in disdain,
Cause he wants fun and games
He writes a song a day or two
And if you ask he’ll sing to you  
while your baskin
In the dappled sun 
under the dogwood blooms
Oh Christopher james
You have the same name
Of another friend that I once had
I thought I quite ironic
When our friendship became chronic
That both your brothers’
names were the same too.

Christopher james
I don’t care what other people  say
That dusty flannel looks good on you

Christopher James the Folksong Hero

7Tre Records recording artist Neverson 'NEV' Cadesca gets ready to release his second single called "POLICE". Coming soon to all streaming Platforms!!!

NEV - POLICE

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0iMC3jntDJEH7JeEB2GGah?si=XVVRQHbqRxyBk15lbp5h3Q

spicy mike doesn’t exist. 

He’s fiction. A dish for you to consume. spicy mike is the product of many people, designed to look like the effortless and odorless shit of one man. He’s a pill that cures the guilt you get when the neighborhood homeless man asks you for spare change and you say no. 

spicy mike sings lo-fi folk songs so you can show your friends how interesting and woke you are. You don't want to think too hard. But you'd like to think you've got good taste. You ARE your tastes, and you've got a taste for music that sounds like nothing else out there. You want to feel like you're making a difference, like you're a part of something bigger than yourself, something real. 

spicy mike just wants Bob Dylan to hear his album.

You’re reading his “bio,” a desperate pitch to get you to listen to his music. You might already be listening to his music, music he made; but why did he make it? God only knows. (it's for Bob Dylan)

At one point it could’ve been about the money. But this music is all free. 

Yes, someone made this bio, and someone made this music, but who? spicy mike? Does this sound like him to you? Do you know him? And if you think you know him, who’s to say he hasn’t changed? Do any of us go to sleep at night the same person who woke up that morning?

Maybe if enough of you listen to spicy mike's album, Bob Dylan will too. Or his music will fall on deaf ears. So be it. spicy mike doesn’t even realize he’d be better off. 

But then again, he doesn’t exist.

Time Doesn't Matter

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