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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
let it be me and the sea and the wash of endless reverb
in a place that maybe didn’t exist
or did exist for a moment
or in a moment outside of time
that we relived already a thousand times
before living it for the first time
and it was easy to laugh it off
it was fun to wonder
it was fun to wander
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
tr y and decipher that one
will love
will light
will to not shatter
an awe
a hope
hopefully not
my last
for all that/this
sail with me
whoa hey, ok.
into the mystic
maybe we can talk about it sometime
while holding eachother
I’m so far from anything that even matters
water and time
draw these lines
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
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
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.
winter two just around the corner
lest you be lookin’
a begin again
a prayer
prayer a
plan b
a plan to see
here we are in the reprieve
such a nice place to be
leave
if you believe me
when I say
hey hey
baby
here we are in the recalled
where the night becomes a walled
garden and your dreams
repeat
or inhale. whichever.
let’s just be together