a friction and a lack of friction what
a shape a lack of shape
what
a friction and a lack of friction what
a shape a lack of shape
what
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…?
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
no fail go chasing
tail of comet
full on, on it
wish with me on falling stars again, my friend
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
nothing just
in evening and
you are in evening
somewhere too
you must learn the ways
a getting slow
a settling snow
the endlessness of endless emotion gets full
why don’t you?
mazing, a
way through and
it might be a mirror?
a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
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
Didn’t know these vineyards growing up
pear orchards maybe a little better
and that wandering wondering
how we get wherever sure
it crossed my mind
brought my dang cello
might as well pull it out of the trunk and
clunk
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
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
ruination
reunite
reunion
rumi
rum
random I know
who else is gonna do it?
should we sail into?