sometimes i make these and
i’m surprised that
a certain amount of
emotion comes out
that might seem
like bullshit but
sometimes these are not that emotional and
i don’t know how i feel and
i make them and i feel something
and i guess that’s why i do them
love on
love off
keep yr engine runnin
never gonna
giver you upper
barely noticeable
there
shivery
and back to the
past
fogged over
whisping around
and
there is love there
in the wash
coming up
on 100
billion
songs
no one will ever hear
but not
why can’t w
e
just
do
what you know
youoouououo
want to do
to
do
oh baby
we can’t go back in time
let’s just do it now
ow oh wow
we better fucking
to the hilt
if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
I don’t always have to like these
i don’t know if i like this one
right now
it’s cool that i accidentally did that fancy thing that fancy music majors do when they use weird rhythms
and yes i’m proud that i didn’t do it on purpose
per se
but i don’t know what this feeling is here:
a waiting
an unresolved
an unknown
somewhere always winding
and no resolution
unresolved
unresolved mystery
i don’t have to like these
or even do a good job
or love them
or do them at all
ok?
and yet
it lives here.
iron like fire
and burn
to be
turned
red
let the stoker
sit
inside a while
let things unfold
and if you are hurting
then
let that
unfold
into the
wide open
and obvious
space
between
what we want to be
and what
we are
up to
no
good
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
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!
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
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
sweet
16
oh alas
we can’t use waves as metaphor
anymore
too close
to shore
no more
for sure
bor
ing
seems like the real thing
turn down
turn up
turn in
turn off
turn turn turn
to everything
fortunate
sun
for nothin
and fr no one
make a way to the cut eighth note
pinch off a piece of cloud
and put it in yr crown
ok alright
do it again
even if you forgot how
oh my
this world
we share
laid bare
heart scrape the rust
colored dust
an empty room inside
buried in a hidden cabin
on an abandoned hillside
in a desolate ghost town
that place there
is there
waste a night
let it slip
and never regret
it
just a place to stow away
just a place to go
sleeping like a baby
in the loft
tossed
turned
make me write it down
later
now
in the night
lives
change
purple
days
we can turn into
them
and push
and go the ways
i haz none
which way?
moon way
which is to say
soon way
truly
picking up the cello again
stumbling over it
and that’s fine
and that’s
what happens every time
with every thing
and you remember it’s yours
if you tell yourself
so
Day 2 of sharing something e’ry day. Made this today out of some cello I had recorded in a big beautiful church in LA, where I’m not entirely sure I had permission to play. I built the beats here out of these huge metal wine grape bins that you can find in the vineyards if you’re lucky. This is fun. I hope I can keep this up (he says after day 2)
