When your heroes will not die
they just shrink before your eyes
and the myths that gave them life
these gluttons eat with fork and knife
Gluttons eat with fork and knife
When their mortal husk remains
watch the light of their sustain
growing dim beneath tattered veils
Upon old ego they're impaled
Upon his ego he's impaled
For only martyrs hang from nails
When all their cries for help called songs
is all that moves the days along
Then a small group gathers 'round
to watch him buried above ground
They watch him buried above ground
To search for one familiar sound
When the artist never dies
then he forges his old life
Counterfeit, the greatest crime
Staring cold through barterer's eyes
He now stares cold through barterer's eyes
Selling what he would not buy
Selling what he would not buy
Oh, but what more can you do
when you out live your own muse?
Oh, now what more can you do
when you out live your own muse?
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
supported by 4 fans who also own “Buried Above Ground”
This album….i swear to Alah and any god out there, it changed my world. Jonathan Bree is stitched to my heart forever including my partner’s heart as well. I hum to this album so often. Incredible masterpiece. Thank you Jonathan💙 Melody Nelson 2000
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015