wandering round and making all kinds of light everywhere
maybe I found a new care
beware!
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
thank you raven
hi there.
yes it has
been a while
I’m kind of, I don’t know, you know?
wherein
all is possible
I’ve been gone for tooooooo long. I’m so sorry and I’m missing “you”, wherever these go, YOU
who knows where the next owl flies
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
making things work under the surface
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
an accident on the wildest breeze
where you met me oh I
would like to ask please
who I was then oh
who you saw
oh
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
in the midst of my life
oh that was oh that was oh that too was
I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
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