The Ugly Organist

And now, we proudly present. songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession,. and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again.

The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know.. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,'.

The Great Decay

Tall Tales Telltales

Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.