call in and on
and on
the guards are marching
one by one
hurrah
which wish shall we perceive
the one to be still
or to believe?
calumet, wander, farther on the road
you heave and sigh and wish you could
you wish and only wish you would
explode in beautiful lustful rage
turn the corner
round the bend
round her bend
again
hey hey so
wherever you go
there I go (if you like)
know
that.
in loving ways in wandering ways
I lost you then I’ll never lose
again
it’s just time to like
get going with it all and you know
make it happen whether anyone is happening
whether anything is
whether whenever ends
just you know, me you and this
oh it’s just a way, away
to not be invisible
don’t know
don’t worry
birth of a nation
it’s just really just you just making you do you as well as you can and
what a fucking world
just trying to find my footing
did it ever even begin
was it the end all through
did I try, was I true?
it doesn’t matter without you
may I take a trip around your block
rock around your clock
anchor at your dock
fly with your flock?
no more words could rhyme!
choose your adventurer
ruination
reunite
reunion
rumi
rum
random I know
who else is gonna do it?
should we sail into?
outer summer
I am truly sorry for not putting out more music. To you, for sure, and also to myself. It makes me realize, when I go as long as I have now in a stretch of not putting out reveries, how much it has been a lifesaver for me.
so, anyways, hopefully I will be putting them out again more regularly. I find that I get knocked off schedule pretty easily if life isn’t in a routine routine and also that I’m just generally confused about what to be working on right now.
that said I think that I initially felt that reveries would be more often like this one, just a little song poem for a day.
so sorry I have been missing. what a weird year ha what a thing to say again. I have been finishing up an actual album. in the meantime, here is this.
yes, there are some missing. I have been recording a lot but none good enough to post. but soon. maybe I will recover the dozens of lost ones someday. maybe next winter!
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
whoever is there, really
wait a month, re work a piece you started, get lost, come back, go
yup, I did get *really* creative with naming these three.
I would like to maybe release these as an ep together. I might add one or two more, depending on how time flies.
it’s where we turn on the lights
a sun angle here
below where chill can reach yeah
above where stillness falls like fog
winter two just around the corner
lest you be lookin’
the best guessin’
o more
or more like
follow me down to the great charade
won’t you follow me down
on a downbound
duracell bunny
been trying over and over yeah!
wash alllllll your sins away
for free!
with me
nakedly, dastardly, bastard me
has been me
I’ll swim and sing with you
if you want me
not if you want me too
if you want me
on that night ship
the late night swells
navigating through
hellos and farewells
hey everyone
be careful
out there
cross into sleep
with me
these dreams these dreams take
form
a shadow on the hillside
your own
the sun setting
a “normal” day
wish-ish to make believe in
hero you
hero true
shadow you
and persevere
no more
pursue engage
with swiftness
with the proper sage rage
oh well alas
we turn the corner and become
one with musicbox
part of this series of piano pomes.
schooled by
it the
quest
of quests
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
when the light
divides into
infinite?
enter a new season
anew
wishing I was
able to see
you right now
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
only you
and this sound
and you know
like
the time taken
the the mind makin’
the fine place of
a you that is
this song
passing by
feeling shy
a fantasy
a quest?
a place to rest
a place of
respite
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
a secret perhaps
a dream of twins
latent wild
fire
on the tip of everything’s tongue
it’s the only way to win!
