One man wakes in a feather bed,
man of the world but not free to himself
One man wakes in the alleyway,
despises the world yet is free to himself
One man looks in the mirror
he's never looked clearer except that time before
One man looks at himself
and sees nobody else just the rest of the world
A shadow creeps out of the mansion
it's leading the man who belongs to this world
Lone cold stone silhouette
is confining the man who is free to himself
Cold, strewn, there on the bedroom floor
the candles are lit, there's his hat by the door
A blanket, marred with the daily news,
there by the hat that is filled up with change
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
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