get thee
to the
church
fall through time
disconnect
between worlds
I both miss it and I don’t
being told
what God is
what i see
is
God vs. the world
now
sometimes
no
that’s bullshit
that’s what I see church seeing God as
let’s sit down and play guitar for the rest of our lives
what can i say all
or none?
what can i say tho
me or thee
free or
want to
disappear
into shared space
with noone
all get up
i’ll get up
there and we’ll all try
try try
together
you make me try
try try
together
a little bit of
regression here
to say the least!
can’t win em all
out here in rainy studio
tent home
my missing home
where you runnin to
there sunny
in the light
in the clouds
with the withall
to be without
where you going to
leave your window
open
let all the light through
wish and wish
perfect blue
so long
sitting there
in the leftover
places
where you don’t look
no one does
that’s where I found
the things
that made
me cry
thankfully
playing in the studio tonight, didn’t think i had much in me, and i didn’t, just stood here, looking for things to bang on. and so so so it goes that you put some room reverb on and a broken guitar and all the sudden it’s the blues. which is great.
went round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round
where matter
el time o
make me your boss
time o
make me a prize
to win
to git
Make me a diamond ring
out of air
out of time
out of time
time after time
pretty persuasion
LEXICON
new name
for them
when they want to
reunite
why not
a,
per
fect
po
em
for
uyer
night
light
this is how i thought all these would be
sit down
play music
call it a
frickin day
_
gonna get there
with this kind of song in my head all the time
looking up the mountain
making it right
pentagram
sweet
16
as in
not
wasted
nahmean
?
whatever
oh alas
we can’t use waves as metaphor
anymore
too close
to shore
no more
for sure
bor
ing
this way and that
how come we never
hang out together
hanging over the rails
seems like the real thing
really just wanted
to pretend
that i could be here and there
inside of that big vast (place)
forgotten
pin drops
and make sense
but
as usual
instead
just a raw translation
a drawing on a napkin
fr you to find
friend finder
this thing
this old (new)
replica
of an old
chinese
wind instrument
(ie, can’t remember the name)
chopped up
and maddeningly turned
to
doomsday beat
seems
just about
right
right now
what a bunch
of fucking bullshit
we have had to witness
too bad
we know
we do
put it all on display
and out in the wild
put the everything
out there into nowhere
show them
sooner
or
later
so
in case you are wondering
i am trying to find my voice again
for better
i have not really been singing
typed sinning
not true
for two years ish
so
i will
shall
warm it up
it’s not
easy
actually gonna be
blue
so very blue
and lonesome
like we do
every baby
is being cried for
all the time
new moon
pulled old red
was still covered
in a bit of stale blood
that electric guitar
from the shelf
purposefully neglected
how could you
red said
i did not know
so
i played the blues
a new year
new instruments!
and after a break it feels
well it feels rusty to get back in
to tell the truth.
rusty good.
and the winter is upon us
oh so
it is
oh so
it’s too much
to write
a simple pome
a day
my goodness
my time
who has time to
dwell on it
anyways?
make a movie of it
It’s getting cozy in here
quiet down now
sleepy head
I love playing these cello exercises
decided to post it warts and all so i can work on some other fun stuff
ok!
a c h e
turn down
turn up
turn in
turn off
turn turn turn
to everything
sum of three
in thee
cathedral
2 much
2 do
2 true
gon
go
to
the
cath
e
dral
and pray
for you
been out here all day
in the gray
gonna stay
all my life away
is true
mister you
it’s cool
but never good enough
it’s been read
and said
and you are blue
and never good enough
but baby i will treat you
like a baby
and make you meet me
halfway through
can’t start
don’t stop
never want
to be perfect
turning away
from the bullshit
turning way
your way
the winter comes
turning the way
showing the way
chase a shadow
turning way
your way
if you are stoned
or just have the time
you might like this one
even better
cut it down
chop it up
who cares!?
