this goes out to the people traumatized, for no reason other than someone’s evil, actual evil
this goes out to the people traumatized, for no reason other than someone’s evil, actual evil
above it all above it all above it all
may the swords be
fallen on
let it be me and the sea and the wash of endless reverb
or on… world
meet me in that time and space meet me here
now
translated as
blank space
the hiding
the vulnerable
the insecure
the wonder there
behind everyone
behind the cloud
like, I mean, honestly, oh me oh my, is it dark
ice age
rampant idiocy
we all pay
make me heart throb
make me make me yes
retrieve reprieve
weights to drag around
glide
it’ll all make
an appearance
you’ll announce it
I’m forever
place in time
frozen in sound
I miss thee
fond memory
I miss thee
ae
wv
I guess all the pain we wish to inflict upon ourselves will indeed be painful
will love
will light
will to not shatter
an awe
a hope
hopefully not
my last
for all that/this
the only path forward
a wandering around the point
a circle circling
endless never
make touch lines cross
rhythm
make touch
cross
rhythm
the will to will the will to will
upon which
to watch
upon which
a full day to rue the day
sail with me
whoa hey, ok.
into the mystic
maybe we can talk about it sometime
while holding eachother
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
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
and I never thought it would end
hey look, I’m sorry
hey,
I should have told you
I was going to
bliss you out.
I should have not
wanted
any of this.
fang shweeeeeeee
a long endless line and do parallel paths ever meet? also?
water and time
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
draw these lines
in the midst of my life
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
xwordsx
oh well I might as well try and make music even if it isn’t the greatest thing ever
cello, percussion, moody, minor key, dark, heavy as fucking usual, melancholic, 108bpm, north
a push into pushing and pushing into air and that’s all music is really
a getting slow
a settling snow
the endlessness of endless emotion gets full
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.
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!
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.