Give me the reason why
we should go in there give it one more try.
You see it in my eyes I will go nowhere.
My walls are closing in
on this parlor room drenched in kerosene.
It's black dreams that brought you here
to my door impaired
And to a speaker in a room,
you'd been quarantined
And through the static of the wires
you did pollinate
Through the crawlspace above the haze
you infest from there.
Through a current in the brain
you are nestled there
Makeshift, the days did sift us
to common place in this ugly race.
Cold stare we concentrate with our pulse's fate.
Unweave those garden sleeves
that your soul once wore in this corridor.
Cut down these hours harvesting never more
And with your Tarot's all aligned
you cold calibrate
And in your Zodialogical days
you black eye meditate
And in that closet there's a cure
with glowing angel arms.
Summoning spirits to your womb
envisioning animal parts.
We've got the reason why
we are in this room with bedeviled eyes.
We know that we're not going anywhere.
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