made it
on a day
where floating away
seemed good
wanted to just record this uke, this bass uke but of course, i got lavish. i always do that. oh well! i like the idea of falling through a trance at some point in some future when i hear this some day.
i haz none
i don’t!
just trying to pry
loose one
good
one
oh joy
yr so inside
each moment tight
how would i know?
whether to look
or not try
go forth into it
quoth four in so as
you cross your heart
miss
led
mix the best with the best
and the red
letter
with the said and said
coy you say
oh boy
you say
we’ve got it right here
stuck inside our heads
this treasure
lead
you can control
which way them
stars turn
if you let
yrself
just chasing fog lately
in half a state
oh my
close
fold
book
make something
blindfolded
to never look
at
something to clean
refresh
less
from one form
to another
wish i could
say or see
this line
delineates
where
oh
so much
too much
to take
in
how much
can you take
take in
take
it sits
there
it hits you
there
whispering pines
overhead
oh
overhead
and with us in the shadows
that which goes
shwoom
wisshhhh
disssssapear
mixed trail
with time
and got to there
painted eyes
forever inquisitive
completely invisible
Can I
Make things happen
From
This
Far away?
hanging on
holding
oh yeah
HANGING ON BY A THREAD
whatever
just
threads
connect ing
less
than breath
in unity
pushed or
forged
or forgotten
we go
off
trail
up the mountain
inside
and
memory
who
you
and
me
trail up the
hill
inside
and
totally
free
who
you
me
let’s
let
go
and get
up this
trail
hill
who cares
just make
it
happen
mister
misses
no wantoo hear
no other
whatever
it’s good
forget
what
i should
let me
get
good
whatever
who wants
to walk
into the hills
forever?
i don’t know where i’m going
and i
end up in this room
where i make music
fairly often
and it’s just a
passageway
or maybe
passageway is the
space between
thought and
thought
thought and
hope
and fear
or maybe
passageway
is the place you dissolve into
where you are loved entirely
desired even
your place here
passageway
the lost useless
passageway
the cost of
no rhyme
passageway
passenger
zig zag
uphill
read book
backwards
turn
back
time
burn black
bleed tact
underfoot
undermined
heroic
just to push forward
to want
with joy
to push forward with joy
is just about the most heroic thing
i saw today
and it
filled me with
so much love
i almost died
carry
me weight
oh
very
importantly
wait
hear
here
know thyself
with myself
and why self?
run?
outside the wall
of the noise machine
i stood
for ten years
or so
it was all
muffled bass
and more
it was all
soft core
this year we call these things
reveries
where the music floats away
invisibly
This one turned out a bit hippy, if that’s your thing, you’re welcome, if not, you’re welcome.
also, Music Everyday was / is like, not the creativist title ever and so these are now a part of a thingy called “REVERIES” and yes, that added notch of pretentious *does* make me breathe a little easier.
the end.
