on a thread
walking wandering
the feather of someone else’s thought
on a thread
walking wandering
the feather of someone else’s thought
a way through
not to you
to me
it’s guess
it’s
whatever is the number
in front of me always
always
ukelele, cello, live looping, beats, upbeat for once, upbeat, whimsical, moving along,
it’s the best worst best worst best worst best I can do
it’s like when you are a winner and you know and you just go
not that
I won’t!
that’s about it
46 and it
yeah dang
better left
and go
morning
thoughts of you thoughts of you
go
let go
thinky
oh it’s evening
music please
let go
thinky
you drop down upon me
and let it go
in terms of spatial awareness
that is all
I fantastically arranged you here
right there
on the tip of my tongue
more than words
more than hearing
go
where you wan tand
bring a memory of me
take it there and
plant your seed
wise yes you
not me, oh
baby blue
I bleed, this needy coil, weathered and foiled, I got tangle d
less in thought than word
and you never heard
any of it
at all
go ahead and take it
this mute call
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
thank you raven
cover ground oh yeah,
cover sound
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
nothing just
in evening and
you are in evening
somewhere too
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
just trying to find my footing
ruination
reunite
reunion
rumi
rum
random I know
who else is gonna do it?
should we sail into?
live forever
the part of winter where clouds just roll
o more
or more like
follow me down to the great charade
won’t you follow me down
on a downbound
duracell bunny
enter a new season
anew
wishing I was
able to see
you right now
only you
and this sound
and you know
like
the time taken
the the mind makin’
the fine place of
a you that is
this song
passing by
feeling shy
a fantasy
a quest?
a place to rest
it’s the only way to win!
went on a journey to see
what became of me
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
these things that are beginning
yes there are nine… there are actually so so so many that I wish I was sharing with you right now. but. strange times. strange times.
no chaser
I miss this dialogue
both the one with you and me
and the one with the sky where we signal how are you?
for eternal turning
and burning
a place to be where
transformation
a place to be, where?
transformation
a place. to be. where
transformation?
i aint got it
this song never ends!
no songs ever end!
almost there!
dancing around and playing
greatest all time
all on trial
and go and go and go and be
with me too
wanderin
if i force myself to just be ok with
that line of you
that beach that
missing piece that
will always be missing
because
you were
that piece that
place
that
possibility
that
face
that
body
that
presence
that missed opportunity
that
repression
that
oh so close
ness
which is what it feels like
here
where i am now
ok
and warm
and safe
and grateful
and lucky
and able to make music
what a life
what a life i say!
what a life!
going out of our way
to ensure
there is no end
if there were
such a time
as now
and then
a dream that somehow lasts several years
but the place is the same
of total lost ness
and a blank face
staring up at the sky
and staring down from the sky