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
when in the back of that car
when in the trunk of that car
sinister sounding now innocent then
a group of high school kids heading up for a full moon wander in the woods
just laughs and all, nothing really even consumed or ruined
kind of amazing how beautiful we were
where we walk and work makes talk
listen up and lose
your all lost
you’re all lost
still huh? wowowowow
close
fold
book
make something
blindfolded
to never look
at
was listening to screeching weasel today. forgot how much i missed that.
I am not a drummer. Drummers are insanely talented people. There is an unspoken precision mixed with non-thought that is beyond me. Nonetheless. Going to drums is a way to get to a start place of non music think-too-much for me.
Here’s an outtake of guitar, the rest of the song was too long. It’s funny when I realize what I was listening to a lot when recording… in this case I think I must have definitely been on a Gillian Welch / Dave Rawlings kick.
