oh you don’t
really know me at all
oh you don’t really know
what you’re missing
a kissing
a blissing
a missed opportunity behold
oh you know you don’t know
a momentary
mind free
absenced
wilded out
invisible
who
who care
abstract, beats, eastsouth, weird, wild, pink piano, orgasm anecdote, she misses me, distraught, worthless, invisible, pervert, instrumental, music, animal, no touch, no feel,
pull it down off the shelf
give it the love it deserves
each note
thrum
each note
thrum
let it remember
you played it
go
where you wan tand
bring a memory of me
take it there and
plant your seed
wise yes you
not me, oh
baby blue
I bleed, this needy coil, weathered and foiled, I got tangle d
less in thought than word
and you never heard
any of it
at all
go ahead and take it
this mute call
a cost, to care,
to be willing to be fair
to be in the midst of the wherever
whenever
mist must make lust disappear
a cross in weird wary eyes
a lost bear hypnotized
well, late start, eighth start, eight years.
I want to make music forever
it’s the only thing I do that even I can’t critique and tear apart
I wish for
shorter pieces, more honestly, less try, more love
for you and for me
amen and whoopee
you might wonder, where all the missing numbers go
into the ether here
why now do I find
a floating kind of island
it’s just where
I sit
though I am not aware
which makes me sad
I wish I were
there
I’m so far from anything that even matters
and I never thought it would end
fang shweeeeeeee
do they?
then it can all be
what if “I” am invisible what if I can see right through I
also I decided to make ambient music
water and time
is it is it is it is it?????
wandering round and making all kinds of light everywhere
maybe I found a new care
beware!
underneath the vibration lies the wise
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
hi there.
yes it has
been a while
I’m kind of, I don’t know, you know?
I’ve been gone for tooooooo long. I’m so sorry and I’m missing “you”, wherever these go, YOU
look right, look left, look again
on and into and over fallen logs
to find a friend
any time really
cover ground oh yeah,
cover sound
and we were lost in the desert
yes
with west in the chest
and a blessed
crunch underneath each step
four six at a time
lost in it
this rhythm
want to leap around and dance around and go around
this is it this is it
miss your wistful wish it’s like psshhhh
you turn towards the sound
around and around
suddenly after much anticipation
where we go when we look over yonder
a long long time ago
I made my way across the
threshold
and put myself into the river yeah
in which the clay rubs off on the skin
forever
a friction and a lack of friction what
a shape a lack of shape
what
birth day
oh well
swell
run the day backwards ok? and let’s get to THAT moment whenever years past
maybe I’ll jus wander around forever
I alone am in the zone
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
on which line
is my trajectory
????
where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
forgive me I’ve been lost
in the antique store
post christmas
a bell and a bamboo
fm cam 1989
carved into the side
maybe we can just
wow when this cloud gets lit up it’s so nice to sit on
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
I just think of this hall
old hall
ancient hall
filled with
jubilance
where we used to walk
where I walked just today
and the sages are green again
and their scent is just time trapped in dust
and they are both different
each different the rain different the morning different
but the same
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
draw these lines
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme
go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
