oh yah oh yah
everybody’s got their life goin
oh yeah oh ya
but me
making music for
no reason!
oh yah oh yah
everybody’s got their life goin
oh yeah oh ya
but me
making music for
no reason!
a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
call in and on
and on
the guards are marching
one by one
hurrah
which wish shall we perceive
the one to be still
or to believe?
calumet, wander, farther on the road
you heave and sigh and wish you could
you wish and only wish you would
explode in beautiful lustful rage
turn the corner
round the bend
round her bend
again
oh it’s just a way, away
to not be invisible
don’t know
don’t worry
may I take a trip around your block
rock around your clock
anchor at your dock
fly with your flock?
no more words could rhyme!
wait a month, re work a piece you started, get lost, come back, go
I’ll swim and sing with you
if you want me
not if you want me too
if you want me
on that night ship
the late night swells
navigating through
hellos and farewells
cross into sleep
with me
these dreams these dreams take
form
a shadow on the hillside
your own
the sun setting
a “normal” day
wish-ish to make believe in
hero you
hero true
shadow you
and persevere
no more
pursue engage
with swiftness
with the proper sage rage
oh well alas
we turn the corner and become
one with musicbox
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
t
and make some new new
true blue
through and through
you hue
new
hopes and dreams
dispense forthwith
climbing up that river valley
went on a journey to see
what became of me
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
I’m behind I’m behind the times!
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
couldn’t type
discipline
falling back into a dream
a continuity
it’s getting hot
in there
somewhere
a river of delusion
a confusion
rushes over
like all news all the time
purposeful, deranging
underneath, the molten core
inside all the burning
a side affect of the turning
looking for to
volcano
looking for to
meld
when you sing through the void
i do
oh now we’re going to have to get out in the streets or
else we are
passive fascists
you,
still.
disrupt and dance
and
fall apart and
dance again
that i love you
so much
inside some where
a fire
that went
nearly out
all that blowing blowing
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
we are going to
fix you
go away
to there
come on now
please oh please oh
rain now
hey now
ok now
i was going to go there
but
instead…
well…
you can guess the rest
north
south
and other
in between
all memories
no matter what
i say
to myself
i
must remember
i am you are me
whatever it was
i don’t remember now
and this one was made from a good old good friend’s toy organ
but not
so shall we
go dancing in the streets
or shall we
go
we better fucking
to the hilt
get through it
new tricks
new trades
wish i could
really do
who is going to
save you
when you are
running
from the
bad wind
that you
know you
should fight
i never even showed up
to the battlefield
truth be told