earlier this month i had the opportunity to camp beside redwood creek in redwood national & state parks… was by far one of the most archetypically beautiful places i’ve ever been. I brought my ukelele!
birds + ukelele + creek + wind + fire
go go go
back
to
the start
and go go go
again
here we go again!
i’m not sorry
for being gone so long
you could have
dropped a line
hey hey
oh at 50 are we
at
well
i know
it all matters
some day i’ll just
dance
and all the other
things
i think are real
will fall
away
we can make this go round together
in the cabin one night
all forks
in the road
were split
and
i went
this way
into the
wide open
and obvious
space
between
what we want to be
and what
we are
finally
a place
to
rest
my head
turn yr world
upside down
get a little picture
put it in a little globe
someday
none
will read this
all will be reviled
all mystery disabled by
tyrant children
mastermind
forget
lets get
high up on the roof
for rising water
of sleep
oh
to go
to a place
where i can
could
sit on a hill
playing mandolin forever
never out of tune
maybe a delay pedal too
up to
no
good
too steep too climb
in so many a day
been gone in the
lost highway
off the way there
little town
get off
and disappear
into
forgiveness
so deep
the dive
into the alive
that i forgot
it’s not
what i wrote
to you
what i spoke either
quiet places
so left out
in the course of
any normal day
all day long
you are in my mind
then my thoughts
swallow it all
and forge
toward
but
this ember
still
breathes
why am i this way
no really
i know
navel gazing
star gazing
day lazing
whiskey grazing
endless mazing
it feels like
a way
i didn’t choose
this way
meaning: i didn’t mean to do YET ANOTHER SUPER MELANCHOLY SONG
but i did anyways!
good to get less
mess
i like the idea of playing with
not songs
not there at a ll
but want to maybe live inside one moment
for long enough
to make it not forget
able
wish i was closer to you
through
that
honestly
good morning you
in the world
in the
what?
I have missed you
cold studio
and you
bold listener
I don’t want to have any rules
or not have any rules any more
and but
i don’t want to make the same thing again and again.
it’s a balance.
staying off balance maybe
may be
where it’s at
I don’t know why I make such moody music all the time
it’s not really a reflection of anything in me per se
it’s not really a reflection
also i took a break
yay for breaks!
ok ok
here we are
ok
can’t make it be
can’t not make it
b
gotta wait and see
until then
brea
the
and
let’s
just
sigh
together
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
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
