Walking.

Yes.

Walking with them.

Describing my thoughts with a pen.

I feel God, when I consume you.

You opened my mind.

And sooth my thoughts.

Moving my demons to bed with my sin.

Throwing my troubles in the recycling bin.

Moving the darkness with paper and words.

My stomach feels like it's in curds.

That’s why I envy the birds.

Drying me out like a worm.

Letting my enemies squirm.

Wearing my clothes heavily worn.

I travel in to the eye of the storm.

And breathe.

Moving my demons to bed with my sin.

Throwing my troubles in the recycle bin.

Moving the darkness with paper and words?

My stomach feels like it’s in curds.

That's why I envy the birds.

-whistling- Fly, fly away.

Just learn to survive this day.

Don't have to worry about how you feel.

Just spread your wings and let yourself feel.

Fly, fly, Fly away.

Just learn to survive this day.

Don't have to worry about how you feel.

Just spread your wings and let yourself feel.

Moving my demons to bed with my sin Throwing my troubles in the recycling bin.

Moving the darkness with paper and words.

My stomach feels like it’s in curds.

Moving my demons to bed with my sin.

Throwing my troubles in the recycling bin.

Moving the darkness with paper and words.

My stomach feels like it's in curds.

That's why I envy the birds.

-whistling_ So our band is called Squid City Slingers.

So it's a three piece trio, actually.

But today we're just, going to be a two piece right now.

A smaller band of a small band already.

And I play the violin.

I'm known as Squid, I guess.

It's just kind of where part of the name comes from.

Otherwise, my name is Sydney.

And I'm Ricky.

I typically play bass, but today I'll be playing guitar.

Is it me?

the woman in the mirror, I see.

The girl staring straight back at me?

Tears slide down, Break gently.

Fragile skin, eyes stare blankly.

Who is she?

The shadows hiding deep inside me.

Whispers truth, yet lies deceive me.

Feel her weight slowly drowning.

Silent scream softly sounding.

Monsters in my closet come out at night.

Hold me under covers, hide me from the light.

Monsters in my closet can clearly see.

Answer all the questions, they set me free.

What is real?

Visions blur and start to conceal.

Wrapped inside the pain that I feel.

Echoes fade into silence, breaking down my own defense.

Monsters in my closet.

Come out at night.

Hold me under covers, hide from the light.

Monsters in my closet.

They clearly see, answer all my questions,they set me free.

Face these fears, open the door, brave the light, find what’s in store.

Light creeps in, darkness recedes, Breaking chains, I find relief.

Monsters in my closet, come out at night.

Hold me under covers, hide me from the light.

Monsters in my closet, They clearly see.

Answer all the questions.

They set me free.

As the rhythm section, Chris and I will either come up with a riff, or come up with some sort of an idea.

Then being that we don't all live right next to each other, we'll send it to each other.

And then the idea is that if everyone does their homework, we come together and we kind of build off of that idea.

Generally, I write the lyrics.

One of the tunes, that we do is called Feed My Fire.

We'll play that today.

So, that song is really about, kind of, trying to find something internally or externally, to drive you, to keep you moving forward.

Even when things kind of seem hopeless.

All alone in a box.

Electricity’s off.

There is tapping and rattles in the walls as they knock.

Give me stars, that speak to me.

I'm still alive and hungry.

Yourt secret sleeps in my desire.

I’ll risk the night, to feed,my, fire.

Yeah.... Yeah.... Same old room, same old chair.

Still pretending I care.

I can hear the floor creaking, but there's no one out there.

Give me stars that's speak to me.

I'm still alive and hungry.

Your secret sleeps in my desire I’ll risk the night, to feed, my, fire.

Yeah.... Yeah.... So the kind of music that we play is, I would say mostly folk.

But we have a bluegrass influence as well as a jazz influence.

Stemming from my jazz background, Sidney's bluegrass background, and Chris's heavy folk influence, we kind of intermingle those things.

Your’re coughing out this disease.

You know, I feel I can't breathe.

A new kind of fantasy.

Without Covid 19.

Sipping Corona Light, it feels so out of sight.

The summer is on its way.... And we’re all sitting and thinking about that cabin on the lake, vacations that we’ll take.

Semester ended so that we can go out on summer break.

And there's nothing we can do.

You know, I'm feeling like a man that's gonna run right back to you.

You know, the sickness is spreading, But hey, I'm heading right back into your arms!

You know, I'm feeling like a man that's gonna run right back to you.

And it’s been twenty-five days since I've seen your face in quarantine.

These talking heads are scary, my neighbor, they are wary.

It feels like nothing’s you, And I'm sipping on my ice cold beer.

But I'm drowning, Out my fear.

Cause the, liquor stores ain't closing here.

And I sure can't see my toes.

When my mask rides up just past my nose.

And nothing we can do.

You I'm feeling like a man that's gonna run right back to you.

You know, sickness is spreading, Hey, I'm heading right back into your arms And I'm feeling like a man that's gonna run that back to you.

And it's been twenty-five days, since I’ve seen you face in quaratine!

And there's nothing we can do.

You know, I'm feeling like a man that's gonna run right back to you.

You know, the sickness is speading, But, hey, I'm heading, heading right back into your arms.

And I'm feeling like a man that's gonna, run right back to you.

And it’s been twenty-five days since I've seen your face in quarantine.

I never even knew what words and love could do.

To put my cowardice aside and sing a song anew.

A song that shines just like the birds beaches made of threads.

And wraps us in a pose that feels like laying in mother’s bed.

When you were just a child, you never could predict.

What years would fall before you, the hindsight makes me sick.

All the hopes and dreams and lovers that would follow.

In later years in life of searching happiness and sorrow.

Everytime I look into her eyes I'm stuck in a haze.

Cuz all I need is you.

Love like mine can't be defined diminishing the meaning.

We live inside a mindset, that craves this time-set feeling.

Sincerely yours, sincerely mine, I smile at our past, So carefree and robust, until we stepped upon some glass.

When you were just a child, You never could predict, what years would fall before you, the hindsight makes me sick.

Of all the hopes and dreams and lovers that would follow.

In later years of life, searching happiness and sorrow.

Every time I look into your eyes.

I'm stuck in a haze, cuz all I need is you.

Every time I look into her eyes I'm stuck in a haze.

Cuz, all I need is... All I need is all I need is you.

Like a dog, You see me digging through the dirt and I get all filthy.

Howl my song, and spend my nights focused, bright lights in the sky.

The roof above me hear my master signaling I aim to please.

But I’m diseased, As far as he can tell.

And my hair is falling out.

Leave me out.

Don't let me drag the dirt inside.

Gotta love me, whistle at me now.

All the flies, they buzz around my eyes.

And keep me, blinking blind.

Ground is cold, and I can feel it in my bones.

And the frost surrounds me.

Chase my breath, Winter air is biting, silence fills the sky.

Hear the footsteps fading.

But I can't escape the sound.

Aim to run, come undone, with every step I take.

and my hair is falling out.

Leave me out.

Don't let me drag the dirt inside.

Gotta love me, whistle at me now.

While the flies buzz around my eyes, Keep me, blinking blind.

Leave me out, don't let me drag the dirt inside.

Gotta love me, whistle at me now.

While the flies, they buzz around me eyes, and keep me, blinking blind.

Leave me out.

Don't let me drag the dirt inside.

Gotta love me, whistle at me now.

While the flies, they buzz around my eyes and keep me, blinking blind.

Leave me out, don’t let me drag the dirt inside, Gotta love me, whistle at me now.

All the flies, they buzz around my eyes.

And keep me, blinking blind.